As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red shadow flash in front of him, and at the same time, he felt a loud snap in his ears, and suddenly his lips opened, and he spit out a mouthful of broken teeth.

Suddenly, the dirty words that came to his mouth were swallowed into his stomach along with the residual blood and broken teeth in his mouth.

"Red ...... The Red Devil ......" he stammered in shame, then covered his face and slipped into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the crowd erupted into a cacophony.

Especially those who were talking about the wind blowing before, they were even more cold sweating, their eyes drifted to the sky, they didn't dare to look at them, and their bodies were even more frightened and trembling, the power of the red devil was well known.

If he is not there, he may be able to talk quietly, but if he himself is here, he doesn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of touching the mold, and the next unlucky person will be himself.

"I only know what kind of monk is chewing people's ears behind my back?" Some kind of people came out in front of me and said......" Feng Qingyang glanced at the crowd below, and a pair of calm eyes shot out a Taoist essence, which made some timid people sweat like rain suddenly, and their strands were even more trembling.

Everyone laughed and said: "The name of the Red Devil is like thunder, we all admire it......"

"Right...... Right, right...... We all admire!"

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled, and the smile was so rampant, this is the cultivation realm, the cultivation realm where strength is respected, when you have strength, then you are the master, and you can control the killing of others in your own hands at will.

Pinching a weak person to death is like pinching an ant to death, no one dares to say anything to you, and even says that it is well pinched.

The idea that strength is respected and the strong is king is once again deeply rooted in Feng Qingyang's heart.

Just as he was about to speak again, the sky suddenly sounded a pleasant sound, and at the same time, with a burst of fragrance, everyone sucked the tip of their noses, and suddenly felt radiant.

Looking up, I saw a huge battleship suddenly rising in the city lord's mansion, a huge battleship that flashed with cold light.

The battleship is pure black, and I don't know what the main city is, and there is a big flag floating on it, and two huge blood-red characters are written on it - Guiyuan!

"Guiyuan Battleship...... It's the Guiyuan battleship......" The crowd erupted in bursts of chanting, as if they had seen some peerless treasure.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang also looked at it carefully, and at the same time, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the Guiyuan battleship deadly.

But after looking at it twice, he retracted his gaze with a snort, and at the same time his face sank, as if he had seen something incredible.

The battleship slowly sailed from the void, and saw a middle-aged man standing on the deck, he was resolute and sharp, with a hideous scar on his face, and the whole person seemed to be calm, but he did not show his authority.

"City Lord, City Lord!" the crowd cheered again, and the atmosphere reached a climax for a while.

The city lord of Guiyuan City, a god-like figure, in this era when the power of the giant Yuanying cannot be outgrown, he is an absolute powerhouse, and if he stomps his feet, the entire cultivation world will tremble.

There was a petite figure beside him, the figure was wearing a fiery bridal dress, and her head was full of hairpins of all sizes, looking like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal dust.

Countless people are excited, and they can't wait to win the championship and have a good kiss.

Call...... The middle-aged man waved his sleeves, and suddenly several chairs appeared behind him, and he and Qian Duoduo sat upright.

Seeing this, everyone was silent, knowing that the next competition was about to begin, a collision competition of peerless talents.

Sure enough, as the two of them sat down, more than a dozen old men appeared out of thin air on the battleship again, each of them looking down with a solemn expression, and the Purple Pole Demon Pupil who had once wanted to be clear and dead was also among them.

Qian Duoduo looked at the wind Qingyang, and the eyes of the two suddenly looked at each other in the void, and suddenly a trace of ripples appeared, her pretty face turned red, and she immediately moved her gaze elsewhere.

Seeing this, the crowd watching below was immediately heartbroken, once upon a time they could see Qian Duoduo so shy?

In the eyes of Wu Zili and Lu Xun, who were flying on the other side, a haze flashed at this time, they are heroic figures, and they must have no children, but the characters they came here were to become the city lord's concubines and marry Qian Duoduo.

At this moment, the war has not yet begun, but she has seen that she has an indescribable love for Feng Qingyang, and the hearts of the two of them suddenly turned up a huge wave, as if they had lost more than a chip at this time!

After a short period of lift-off, the battleship finally stopped steadily in the void, and a cold breath of ice suddenly came to the face, the kind of cold that came from the soul, and it was a kind of chill that would only come after the friction of the years and the baptism of blood.

The old man in charge of the competition stood up and calmly glanced at the people below, and there seemed to be a flash of unbearability in his eyes, and the eyes that looked down seemed to be looking at the dead man!

That's right, it's a dead man! Although the gaze was extremely hidden, it was still caught by the keen Feng Qingyang, and he dodged a doubt and haze in his heart.

I'm afraid - I'm afraid that the beginning of the final will be the beginning of a bloody conspiracy.

I saw the old man wave his hand at the square below, and suddenly a golden light curtain condensed out of the void, the golden light flickered, and it was full of powerful aura.

When he saw this golden light, Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and his brain turned rapidly, since he came to this world, he only knew the formation, but he encountered a transparent enchantment in the Huoyun Mountain Range, and at that time he thought it was just a formation.

But at this time, when he saw the old man's casual hand, he understood that the formation from time to time must be a powerful means.

Sure enough, when the old man waved out the light curtain, he looked at Feng Qingyang, Lu Xun, and Wu Zili and said: "At the beginning of this final, the winner will become the concubine of Guiyuan City and win the princess of the city lord Qianjin!"

After speaking, the crowd suddenly began to make noise, originally knew the answer early in the morning, but when they heard the other party say it in person, there was still a noisy sound.

Qian Duoduo, the goddess of the entire Guiyuan City, the dream relatives of countless young genius disciples, have been fantasizing about the appearance of the city lord for countless nights.

They regret it, hate why their strength is so low, if they can be stronger, then they must jump into the square and compete for that opportunity.

After a long silence, the old man waved his hand again, and suddenly the void swayed, and three quaint desks landed steadily in the light curtain, and the four treasures of the study were placed uprightly on the top of it, which were pen, ink, paper, and inkstone;

When they saw the desks of these three chapters clearly, everyone was stunned, and even Lu Xun and the others were stunned for a moment.