blogombal Chapter 760
Chapter 760
Luo Fanchen really didn't expect that Di Weiyang would suddenly take out a statue before the game started, and this huge jade statue that was carved so lifelike was clearly him.
Countless soldiers from the four major military regions who were receiving mental projection to watch the battle situation were also stunned, and then there was an uproar.
"Pope, what do you mean?"
The Great Emperor Canglong opened his eyes, his face was unfriendly,
Luo Fanchen died, and he felt worse than his father died. Now that he saw the figure he had been thinking about again, his heart was in pain again.
Di Weiyang's soul force lifted the huge statue, which was suspended in the sky, and replied calmly:
"What is the purpose of holding the four major military districts' competition and selecting the top ten commanders?"
"It's not to fight to the death, nor to fulfill someone's reputation, but to shoulder the responsibility of fighting against the Blood Demon Cult and protecting the people."
"This pope knows that everyone here has selfish desires, and I have too, but when the nest is overturned, there will be no eggs left intact. In the face of a powerful enemy, I hope you will put away some stupid thoughts and unite against the enemy."
"We can form the situation we have today with the Blood Demon Cult because Luo Zhuangyuan sacrificed himself to defeat the Blood Demon Cult's conspiracy and prevent the evil god from coming to the world. Otherwise, if the evil god was born with the help of the vicious Wanling Blood Formation, how many of us would survive?"
Di Weiyang's voice was cold, not very loud, but it fell clearly into everyone's ears. Countless soldiers in the four major military districts also recalled the contributions made by Luo Fanchen.
Originally, as half a year went by, to be honest, the feeling of commemorating Luo Fanchen in the hearts of many warriors had gradually faded. However, when they heard that even Di Weiyang, a figure admired by almost the entire continent, praised him so much and personally carved a statue for him, they felt different in their hearts.
There was admiration, envy, emotion, and regret, and no one could find fault with him...
Luo Fanchen himself was a little hesitant.
He believed that Di Weiyang would never do it without a purpose. This would definitely not be a simple call for everyone to commemorate him, right?
Besides, according to the Pope's understanding of him, she should know that he would not die so easily. Wasn't she afraid of the embarrassing situation that she would appear right after she and the warriors had just finished commemorating him?
For a moment, he was actually a little confused about Di Weiyang's thoughts.
Di Weiyang was cold and graceful, expressionless, and her voice was even cold, without any personal emotions:
"Luo Fanchen has five rings of cultivation and is in his prime. His talent must not need to be elaborated by this Pope, but even such a genius is willing to die to protect the people in the face of a powerful enemy. He takes all living beings to heart, and all living beings naturally hold him high."
"Such a person is naturally qualified to appear in such an occasion, and should appear to set a good example for the entire army. You should also encourage each other."
The people present had different expressions,
The nine-colored bird sighed,
The Lord of the Dark Palace had no expression,
The Great Emperor Canglong narrowed his eyes, this woman is sick, she is still promoting the spirit of sacrifice at this time?
"Swish!"
Di Weiyang raised his white wrist, and Luo Fanchen's plain and dull jade statue flew high, and in the sight of everyone raising their hands and looking up, it flew higher than the floating island arena.
The thirty-odd commanders and masters of the hidden sects who participated in the competition were shocked. Everyone had different expressions, but most of them were unhappy. Only a few felt that it was natural.
Di Weiyang held the statue so high, didn't it mean that all the battles later would be trampled under Luo Fanchen's feet?
All the commanders who could participate in the competition were the strongest under the extraordinary, and the leading geniuses. They were all proud and would not give face to the extraordinary. Now that a five-ring person was standing on their heads, how could they be happy?
Not to mention the geniuses of other forces,
Even the Heavenly Punishment Knights from the Temple of Light had dark faces under their helmets. They felt that Luo Fanchen had indeed made great contributions and deserved respect, but they were not made of clay. How could this kid be superior to others?
Why?
The Heavenly Punishment Knights and most of the evildoers were extremely unhappy at the moment.
But Di Weiyang has been accumulating prestige for a long time, and Luo Fanchen has indeed made great contributions. At this time, no one is stupid enough to be the first to make a scene and cause the Pope's displeasure.
"Pope, I'm afraid your behavior is inappropriate, isn't it?"
In the quiet venue, a rough and violent voice suddenly came out. The mad king with red hair stared at Di Weiyang and asked directly.
"Luo Fanchen has indeed made contributions. You can put him aside for people to admire, but is it necessary to lift him up so high?"
"Which commander who can participate in the competition has not killed countless enemies and made contributions? Whether it is based on qualifications or strength, isn't it eight streets ahead of Luo Fanchen?"
"Even if he explodesHe had used his amazing fighting power, but it was by chance that he had used the special power under the black abyss. If my son and other commanders were present at the time, they might have been determined to sacrifice themselves. "
The Mad King refuted Di Weiyang in public,
The Canglong Emperor narrowed his eyes even more,
This stupid son,
I don't even bother to mess with this woman in troubled times, you are trying to cheat your father, right?
But since the Mad King has already spoken, he can't destroy his son's prestige at this time, as if he is afraid of this female pope.
The commanders who were proud and dissatisfied with Luo Fanchen standing above them secretly applauded, wishing to give the Mad King a thumbs up.
Ye Feng, who was dressed as a scholar below, stood up and said politely:
"Your Excellency the Pope, Luo Fanchen has made contributions, but this is a martial arts competition, which is not the same thing at all."
"As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. "
"The competition has not even started yet, and you have already lifted Luo Fanchen above us. Do you think that our fighting power is not as good as his?"
Yu Wenchou's nose ring shook, and he cursed in extreme dissatisfaction: "Ye Feng, you fucking watch your words. I can't compare with him in terms of merit, but can I be less powerful than a five-ring warrior?"
The people around him had different expressions. Who could not see the little thoughts of Yu Wenchou?
It seemed that he was scolding Ye Feng, but in fact he was secretly telling the Pope that he was not convinced by being stepped on by the statue of Luo Fanchen.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, countless people were paying attention to the tense and special atmosphere in front of them.
Di Weiyang calmly listened to the dissatisfaction expressed by everyone, and then cast his emotionless cold eyes on Ye Feng, and his crimson sandalwood mouth opened and closed, with a little appreciation in his voice.
"You are right."
"This Pope does think that everyone present is not as powerful as Luo Fanchen..."