Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

The crack spread rapidly, stretching for several miles, without seeing the beginning and the end.

Mengxin, who came to watch the game for the first time, felt uneasy and backed away in fright.

The old bird had already started cheering, and let out a strange scream.

"Boom!"

The cracked gap opened to both sides, and everyone exclaimed.

A magnificent fighting arena rises from the ground and slowly rises from the ground.

The arena exudes an ancient atmosphere, every crack in the wall is weather-beaten, and the entire building can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Luo Fanchen secretly marveled, it was a bit like an ancient Roman Colosseum.

Just looking at it, there is a feeling of blood surging.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly, when you don't rush now!!"

The youth with social tattoos pulled Luo Fanchen and rushed towards the inside of the World Tournament Arena.

Get a seat in the third row ahead.

"Ouch!!"

Social youth cheered,

Excitement hammered his chest, satisfied like a cheerful Tarzan of the ape.

The corners of Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched, with a strange look on his face: "Dude, your aura doesn't match your wicked tattoos."

"You said tattoos."

The social youth blinked his black eyes, "This thing is used to scare people."

"We have no background, no power, so if we don't want to be bullied, we have to find a way."

"Just tell me if you were scared the first time you saw it, and that's it."

Seeing the complacency on the wrinkled face of the young man in society, Luo Fanchen remained silent, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you suddenly want to drag me in with good intentions?"

"It's pleasing to your eyes, kid."

The social youth first patted him on the shoulder old-fashionedly, and then grinned honestly: "Actually, I heard what you said to yourself, and it really touched my heart."

"Aren't we weeds? When the wind blows, we will fall."

"But as long as the roots are there and the wind is gone, we will stand up again."

Luo Fanchen gave a thumbs up sincerely: "You are amazing!"

"What combat skills do you want to learn when you come here this time?"

The social youth rolled his eyes: "Why, I told you, you can still teach me."

Luo Fanchen smiled: "Our brothers are destined, I will learn from them when they compete, and I will teach you when I learn."

The social youth laughed loudly: "Look, this is awesome for our buddies."

"If you are really that awesome, how good is this champion for you?"

"Hahaha, you are too humorous."

The young man with the tattoo thought that Luo Fanchen was joking, and sat there enviously watching Tianjiao who landed from the sky and entered the waiting area of ​​each team.

"My martial soul is a tiger soul killing pig knife."

"Let's not talk about learning it, just being able to witness Chixiaozong's dao of the sword skill for a little bit is enough."

"How about you buddy, what is your wish?"

The young man with the tattoo turned his head and looked over, very curious. He always felt that the person next to him seemed a little special, but there seemed to be nothing special other than being handsome.

"my wish?"

Luo Fanchen smiled, looked towards the direction of the White Tiger Empire team and said calmly:

"How about killing a young emperor to cheer up my brother?"

The young man with the tattoo shuddered, and was instantly stunned.

"Fuck, brother, let's stop talking nonsense, it's really going to kill you."

"Don't look at the distance, they can hear it!"

"Hey, why are you two sitting in my seat?"

There was a muffled roar like a broken gong, and Luo Fanchen and the two fell into the shadows.

A muscular horned dragon coiled,

A thug covered in scars came over, glaring at the two of them with one eye.

The tattooed young man stood up abruptly, protecting his weak little brother:

"Damn it, it's obvious you're grabbing a seat, right?"

The scarred thug's tiger body shook, exuding a mixed soul power breath of the soul sect level.

The menacing social youth bowed straight and saluted, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he pulled Luo Fanchen from his seat.

"Brothers, I spoke too loudly just now, you are right, we are indeed sitting in the wrong seat."

The scar thug nodded and spat:

"Grandma, you two know each other, get out, don't hold me accountable for sitting in my seat."

"Okay, get out now, get out now!" The social youth apologized again and again.

At this time, a boundless sword light slashed from the distant sky, and the sword energy spanned thirty thousand miles.

The infinite sword light turned into the figure of Jian Yixing, sitting on the throne of swordsmanship.

The light of the knife burst out, cutting through the clouds of ten thousand meters, with unparalleled domineering.

Chi Xiao Zong Guan Canghai lives on the throne of the Dao of Swords.

The Panlong Python roars and gallops, the Great Ding Ziqi comes from the east, and the Purple Lightning gallops with guns,

Nine rainbows and phoenix cries resounded through the sky, shadow butterflies danced lightly, piercing the void, the halberd pierced through the sky, the golden emperor's celestial falcon crossed the sky, and the chains of the trapped sky rippled...

In the whole world, the headmasters of the top ten most powerful sects made their domineering appearance, sitting on the throne.

Some people came here in person, while others just projected a mental influence.

Countless spectators did not wait to exclaim, the situation was changing from east to west, north and south.

The dragon sings and the tiger roars, the turtle crows and the phoenix crows.

The primordial blue dragon turned into a projection of the old emperor, with no aura, as if he was about to die at any moment, living on the throne of the blue dragon in his dying years.

The Fenglei White Tiger appeared as a silver-haired, shirtless, and chest-haired middle-aged Kong Wu projection, with domineering pupils sideways, ambitious, living on the White Tiger Throne.

What is outrageous is that the Xuanwu of Mingshui appeared in the west, and on the throne, it transformed into a projection of a king with a small snake on it, which made the audience dumbfounded.

The Tianjiao were also dumbfounded, what happened to Emperor Xuanwu?

"Qiangqiang!!"

The Nine Flames Divine Fire swept across from the south and turned into a divine phoenix that spread its wings and soared.

Everyone's hearts were throbbing. It was rumored that the empress of the Divine Phoenix Empire was astonishingly beautiful.

There is a female emperor in the south, and the pope in the north, and they are called the peerless double pride.

The two flawless jewels of the world, even the peak powerhouses don't want to get their hands on them.

As a result, in the eyes of countless expectations,

The Divine Phoenix of the Nine Flames turned into a piece of nine-colored feathers, landed on the throne of the Divine Phoenix, and finally fell silent.

"This……"

"Is this too hasty?"

"The legendary empress is not coming?"

A large piece of nine-color feathers was opened, and a nine-color bird came out to watch the game.

"The four great empires and the ten great sects have all appeared. Where are the two great temples?"

"Look over there?"

It turned out that quietly, without disturbing anyone, the female pope had arrived.

Not living in the sky, but standing in front of all people.

With a peerless and perfect temperament, a figure of golden ratio, a pair of cold and beautiful phoenix eyes, staring at the sky lightly, as if expressing a certain position.

Right now,

I don't know how many people showed admiration, fanaticism, or obsessive admiration. Even the most vicious thugs dared not have the slightest delusion, or even faint admiration.

"rustle--"

Rich and deep darkness was born from the void, and a dark throne condensed.

Darkness rose like smoke, condensing a blurry black shadow, residing on the throne.

"The Temple of Darkness, the legendary Lord of Darkness?"

"Haven't you sent anyone to participate in the competition for decades?"

"It is said that the Dark Temple will surely win the competition. Is this session already decided without a fight?"

All the bigwigs came together, and the talents of all the empires came to the stage to participate in the opening.

As the master of ceremonies read out the champions of martial arts from various countries,

A line of radiant figures of Tianjiao appeared on the stage, making the audience feel ashamed.

"I invite Canglong Empire, the champion of martial arts: Luo Fanchen to take the stage!!"

In the waiting area belonging to the Canglong Empire, there is no sign of Luo Fanchen.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators were dumbfounded, where are people?

What about the champion of the Canglong Empire?

The bigwigs in the sky didn't expect the ceremony to be stuck at this time, so pay attention.

King Tianwu was speechless, where did this kid go to catch his breath, and he hasn't come back yet.

It's awesome, it's too sloppy, and the boss also releases the pigeons?

"over there!!"

Ye Xiying anxiously searched the auditorium,

In the end, they locked on Luo Fanchen who was dragged by the youths of the society to escape from the sight of the thugs and avoid being beaten.

King Yan, King Tianwu, and players from all major empires followed the princess' line of sight.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes also turned around and gathered together.

For a time, the position of the youth in society became the absolute focus.

But he knew that the protagonist must not be himself.

Who could that be?

He shivered, turned his head stiffly, and looked around.

But all eyes are on him,

Even the princess princess who he dared not even look at was looking directly at her.

"Dude, don't panic, look for me."

The social youth heard a gentle and familiar voice in his ear, and patted him on the shoulder.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw that handsome face besides being handsome.

His heart twitched violently, his brain was buzzing, and he stammered:

"you……"

"You... the No. [-] martial artist of the Canglong Empire?"

"Not any time soon."

Luo Fanchen shook his head, and the one-eyed thug who had just snatched his seat and stared at the two men with threatening and fierce eyes felt as if struck by lightning at this moment, and his head was cold to the soles of his feet...

Lying...

shit ah...