blogombal Chapter 483
Chapter 483
The cracks extended rapidly, stretching for miles, with no end in sight.
The newbies who came to watch the game for the first time were nervous and retreated in fear.
The old birds had already started cheering, making strange and sharp screams.
"Boom!"
The cracks opened to both sides, and everyone exclaimed.
A magnificent fighting arena rose from the ground and slowly rose from the ground.
The arena exuded an ancient atmosphere, and every crack in the wall was weathered. The whole building could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
Luo Fanchen secretly exclaimed, it looked a bit like an ancient Roman Colosseum.
Just one look, there was a feeling of blood boiling.
"Why are you still standing there stupidly? If not now, when will you rush!!"
The tattooed youth pulled Luo Fanchen and rushed into the World Championship Arena.
He grabbed the third row of seats in advance.
"Awooo!"
The social youth cheered and jumped for joy,
beating his chest with excitement, satisfied like a happy Tarzan.
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched, his expression was strange: "Brother, your temperament doesn't match your weird tattoos."
"You mean tattoos."
The social youth blinked his black eyes, "This thing is used to scare people."
"We have no background, no power, if we don't want to be bullied, we have to think of a way."
"Just say whether you were scared the first time you saw it, that's it."
Looking at the complacency on the social youth's wrinkled face, Luo Fanchen was silent, he asked puzzledly: "Why do you suddenly want to drag me in?"
"I like you kid."
The social youth first patted his shoulder in an old-fashioned way, then grinned and said: "In fact, what you said to yourself touched my heart."
"Let's Isn't it just a weed? We will fall down when the wind blows. "
"But as long as the roots are there, we will stand up again when the wind blows away."
Luo Fanchen gave a thumbs up sincerely: "You are awesome!"
"What kind of fighting skills do you want to learn this time?"
The social youth rolled his eyes: "What's the matter, I told you that you can still teach me."
Luo Fanchen smiled: "We are destined to be brothers. I will learn when they compete later and teach you when I learn it."
The social youth laughed: "Look, this is awesome for our brothers."
"If you are really that awesome, how nice it would be for you to be the champion?"
"Hahaha, you are so humorous."
The tattooed young man just thought Luo Fanchen was joking, and sat there enviously watching the geniuses who landed from the air and entered the waiting areas of each team.
"My martial soul is a tiger-soul butcher knife."
"Don't even think about learning it. I'll be satisfied if I can see the unique sword skills of the Chixiao Sect with my own eyes."
"What about you, buddy? What's your wish?"
The tattooed young man turned his head and looked over, very curious. He always felt that the man next to him seemed a little special, but there seemed to be nothing special except that he was handsome.
"My wish?"
Luo Fanchen smiled, looked in the direction of the White Tiger Empire team and said calmly:
"How about killing a young emperor to cheer my brother up?"
The tattooed young man shuddered, and in an instant, everyone was directly scared silly.
"Fuck, brothers, don't talk nonsense, it's really deadly."
"Don't look at the distance, their boss can hear it!"
"Hey, why are you two guys sitting in my seat?"
A muffled roar like a broken gong came, and Luo Fanchen and the other man fell into the shadow.
A muscular dragon-like thug with scars all over his body came over and glared at the two with his one eye.
The tattooed young man suddenly stood up and protected his weak little brother:
"Fuck, you are obviously trying to grab the seat, right?"
The scarred thug shook his body, emitting a mixed soul power of the Soul Sect level.
The aggressive social youth bowed straight and saluted, and with lightning speed, he pulled Luo Fanchen out of the seat.
"Brothers, I was too loud just now. You are right, we are indeed sitting in the wrong seat."
The scarred thug nodded and spat:
"Damn it, you two know what's good for you, get out, I won't hold you two responsible for sitting in my seat."
"Okay, get out now, get out now!" The social youth smiled again and again.
At this time, an infinite sword light came from the distant sky, and the sword energy spanned 30,000 miles.
The infinite sword light turned into the figure of Jian Yixing, sitting on the sword throne.
The sword light burst out, cutting through the ten thousand meter cloud layer, with unparalleled dominance.
The Chixiao Sect Guan Canghai is on the throne of the sword.
The Panlong Python roars and runs, the purple air of the big tripod comes from the east, and the purple lightning runs with the gun intent,
The nine-rainbow phoenix cry resounds through the sky, the dark shadow butterfly dances, breaking through the void, the Eight Desolate Destruction Halberd pierces the sky, the Golden Emperor Sect's Sky Falcon crosses the sky, and the sky-binding chain ripples...
Under the heavens, the ten strongest sects are in chargeThe teacher appeared domineeringly and sat on the throne.
Some people came here in person, while others just projected a spiritual image.
Before countless spectators could exclaim, the wind and clouds changed in the east, west, south and north.
Dragons roared, tigers howled, turtles cried and phoenixes sang.
The ancient blue dragon turned into a projection of the old emperor, with no breath, as if he was about to die at any moment, sitting on the blue dragon throne in his twilight years.
The wind and thunder white tiger appeared as a middle-aged projection with silver hair, bare upper body and chest hair, with domineering pupils and ambition, sitting on the white tiger throne.
What was outrageous was that the dark water black tortoise appeared in the west, and on the throne, it turned into a projection of a big turtle carrying a small snake, which made the audience dumbfounded.
The Tianjiao were also stunned. What was going on with this Xuanwu emperor?
"Clang clang!"
The nine flames of the divine fire swept from the south and turned into a flying divine phoenix.
Everyone's heart was throbbing, as it was rumored that the Empress of the Phoenix Empire was stunningly beautiful.
There was the Empress in the south and the Pope in the north, and they were both called the peerless duo.
There were two flawless pearls in the world, and even the peak powerhouses could not get their hands on them.
As a result, amid countless expectant gazes,
the Nine Flames Phoenix turned into a piece of nine-colored feathers, landed on the throne of the Phoenix, and finally fell silent.
"This..."
"This is too hasty?"
"The legendary Empress is not coming?"
A large piece of nine-colored feathers flipped open, and a nine-colored bird emerged to watch the game.
"The four empires and ten major sects have all appeared, but where are the two major temples?"
"Look over there?"
It turned out that the Pope had arrived quietly without disturbing anyone.
She was not in the sky, but standing in front of thousands of people.
With a peerless and perfect temperament, a golden ratio figure, and a pair of cold and beautiful phoenix eyes, she stared at the sky indifferently, as if to express a certain position.
At this moment,
I don't know how many people showed admiration, enthusiasm, or infatuation. Even the most vicious thugs did not dare to have the slightest delusion, and even had a faint admiration.
"Swish--"
The rich and deep darkness was born from the void, and a dark throne condensed.
The darkness rose like smoke, condensing into a vague black shadow, sitting on the throne.
"Dark Temple, the legendary Lord of Darkness?"
"You haven't sent anyone to participate in the competition for decades, right?"
"It is said that the Dark Temple will win the competition. Has the victory been decided before the battle this time?"
A group of bigwigs came together, and the geniuses of the major empires came on stage to participate in the opening ceremony.
As the emcee read out the martial arts champions of various countries,
one after another of the brilliant figures of the geniuses came on stage, making the audience feel ashamed.
"Please welcome the martial arts champion of the Canglong Empire: Luo Fanchen to the stage!!"
There was no figure of Luo Fanchen in the waiting area belonging to the Canglong Empire.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators were stunned. Where is he?
Where is the champion of the Canglong Empire?
The big guys in the sky did not expect that the ceremony would be stuck at this time, and they paid attention to it.
King Tianwu was speechless. Where did this kid go to get some air? He has not come back yet.
Really awesome, too frivolous, the big guys also stood him up?
"Over there!!"
Ye Xiying searched anxiously in the audience,
Finally locked on Luo Fanchen who was being dragged by the social youth to escape the sight of the thugs to avoid being beaten.
King Yan, King Tianwu, and the contestants from the major empires all followed the princess's sight.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes also turned and gathered.
For a moment, the position where the social youth stood became the absolute focus.
But he knew that the protagonist must not be himself.
Who else could it be?
He shivered, turned his head stiffly, and looked around.
But all eyes were on him,
Even the big shot princess goddess he dared not even look at was looking at him.
"Dude, don't panic, look for me."
The young man heard a gentle and familiar voice in his ear and patted his shoulder.
He turned his head stiffly and saw that handsome face.
His heart twitched violently, his head was buzzing, and he stuttered:
"You..."
"You... the martial arts champion of the Canglong Empire?"
"Not soon."
Luo Fanchen shook his head, and the one-eyed thug who had just grabbed a seat and was staring at the two of them with a threatening and fierce look was struck by lightning at this moment, and felt cold from head to toe...
Fuck...
Fuck...