In addition to those who can enter the venue, there are also many warriors who come to visit or the heads of small forces. They all come to "join the fun" and refuse to miss such a grand event, but they can only wait for news outside the venue.

The number of these people far exceeded the number of people who could enter the venue. When the two press conferences were about to begin, they filled almost all the teahouses and restaurants in Taihuang City. The most informed here is, and they can know the final result of the press conference as soon as possible.

Pingfu Tavern is one of these many taverns. The owner here is over thirty years old, but he is still beautiful and charming. He welcomes and sends him in a very decent manner and has a unique charm. Therefore, the business of the tavern has been particularly good these days. Early this morning, a hundred warriors crowded here, waiting for news of the two press conferences.

Before the news came, the itchy warriors were talking.

"What kind of work do you think Mr. Leng Jian will come up with?"

"Then I don't know. I only know that this work must be extraordinary. I heard that Young Master Leng Jian himself is very satisfied with this work."

"A fourth-level alchemist spent a whole month, and the work he refined must be amazing."

"More than a month? I heard that Mr. Leng Jian started preparing for this work half a year ago."

"Hahaha, it feels like you've been sharpening a sword for ten years."

"Oh, it's a pity that Lord Sun Ang, why did you fight with Mr. Leng Jian?"

In every teahouse and wine shop, such discussions are going on. People are full of expectations for Mr. Leng Jian’s works, and Sun Ang really becomes the background. People often talk about Mr. Leng Jian for a long time before they remember Sun Ang and sympathize with him.

Suddenly, someone rushed into the Pingfu Tavern, and his face flushed with excitement and said loudly: "Go to the South City Gate, Your Majesty asks the Royal Talisman to take action, and pass the scenes of the two press conferences with Mahayana Talisman seals, and you can see them on the city wall."

The warriors were stunned, and then flocked out. There was a chaotic sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground in the tavern, and the crowds cursed each other. In an instant, everyone left.

The proprietress looked at the mess all over the ground, and stomped her feet in anger, then stopped cleaning up and ran out quickly with her skirt.

The guy behind him was shouting: "The boss's wife doesn't need to chase her, they all have money left."

The boss Nian's voice came from outside: "I'm not chasing them, I'll go to the city gate to take a look."

The young man suddenly looked frowning, meaning I have to clean up all this? His eyes turned, he quietly locked the door, and followed him to the city gate.

Sure enough, on the high city wall, it was shrouded in light curtains projected from several Mahayana talisman seals. In the light curtain, there was the scene of two press conferences. The one on the left was the Kansai Association Hall and the one on the right was Qingyi Garden.

The four main gates of Taihuang City, east, west, south and north, were all shrouded by such huge light curtains. I don’t know who was so "enthusiastic". One tavern and one tavern went to inform him. Soon, the warriors in the city who were anxiously waiting for the news gathered outside the city gate. There were hundreds of thousands of warriors gathered outside the four city gates, each outside the city gate, and hundreds of thousands of warriors were gathered in black.

In the imperial city, the old emperor leaned against a golden arhat, leaning against a soft velvet cushion, looking comfortably at the picture in front of him sent back through the Mahayana talisman seal.

“Happy with the people.”

Obviously, all this was arranged by him. His Majesty the Emperor wanted to send someone to set up Mahayana talisman seals in the venue. Who dared to stop him? Even if Mr. Leng Jian was unhappy, he would not say much.

"It's beginning." Eunuch Ai said with a smile.

...

These so-called rituals are still being held in the Kansai Association. The Kansai Chamber of Commerce has prepared many programs, pushing the venue into climaxes again and again, making all the people present look forward to the final work even more.

But in Qingyi Garden, it is much simpler.

However, relatively speaking, the scenery near Jade Pavilion is much more beautiful. This quaint and heavy four-story attic is built in a green sea of ​​bamboo. The breeze is rippling and the bamboo forest is undulating like waves. It makes people feel relaxed and happy at first glance, and it feels comfortable from the bottom of their hearts until every pore is radiating out.

At the venue, Sun Ang unexpectedly saw Furukawa.

He said in surprise: "Why did you come here? I thought you three great holy religions must have gone to the Guanxi Guild Hall."

Furukawa looked around H and whispered in Sun Ang's ear: "For this matter, the God of Dharma descended the oracle."

Sun Ang was stunned. He seemed to have a connection with the one who was in the dark. He often used this connection to deliberately speak ill of the Dharma God. Unexpectedly, at this time, the Dharma God actually brought down the oracle and asked the people of the Dharma to come to support him.

Furukawa patted his shoulder: "My God has never had any favor to you, don't let Him down."

Sun Ang didn't say much.

As the host of this press conference, Wu Qingling climbed to the central high platform. She smiled and looked down. There were about fifty people sitting in the venue, representing more than a dozen top forces in the seven realms.

"Everyone, those who can come here are all real friends of the Major General. There is no need to say more about the opening. You must know more about the Major General than me.

I think what everyone really looks forward to is his works, and today, the Major General will definitely not disappoint us. So, let’s ask the Major General to come up and show his first work at this press conference!”

The Wu family was prepared and the band received instructions. A song that had been prepared had already been played as Sun Ang stood up. The melodious sound echoed the bamboo sea outside that was undulating with the wind.

The sound of the wind came from the bamboo sea, rustling, like a giant walking firmly from the distance between heaven and earth, breaking into the ranks of history.

When Sun Ang stood on the stage, the accompaniment music slowly fell. He looked at everyone around him, smiled with relief, and said mockingly: "Fortunately, I can still see many pairs of expectant eyes standing here."

Everyone smiled and knew what he was talking about.

Sun Ang didn't joke anymore, and said with a righteous expression: "Please believe that you will not regret your choice today."

Because the real press conference at the Kansai Association has not yet begun, the warriors outside the four city gates are all looking at Sun Ang. The warriors sighed secretly: "Oh, he is still so confident. The blow that will be difficult to bear later."

Even Mr. Leng Jian, who was sitting in the VIP room at the Guansai Association, used a Mahayana talisman seal to connect the picture from Sun Ang.

Hearing Sun Ang’s words, he sneered and disdained to comment.

His Highness Song King beside him laughed: "It can only be said that he is arrogant and arrogant at this time."

Young Master Leng Jian smiled and said, "Don't pay attention, wait and defeat him in the end."

Sun Ang raised his hand, and Wu Qingling came forward in person and brought the first alchemy work. Sun Ang raised his entire arm upwards, and the big red silk that was changed to the first work flew up, like a cloud of fire.

Under the red silk is a strange weapon.

Everyone in the audience frowned, and someone whispered: "Is this... a broken magic weapon?"

Indeed, this alchemy weapon looks like a huge battle knife. After experiencing countless battles on the battlefield, it was broken and broken after being hit by various heavy blows.

The part left now is broken with the blade, and the fractures are uneven. From the hilt to the broken blade, the part from the blade is covered with various vicissitudes of battle marks, just like a warrior who has experienced many battles, his whole body is covered with scars.

No, it cannot be said to be the Warrior, but the "corpse" of the Warrior.

The sword was dead, and the whole body was filled with the breath of the dead.

Only in the complete part of the blade body can we distinguish the forging traces of the sword that was made. And it can be seen that the sword was made very old, and the forging traces were not smoothed out, just like the stone-like patterns used in the oldest era of living beings.

The complete sword should be a stone-patterned sword.

Such a long sword that looked full of ancient and long-lasting aura was now injected with a strong breath of death.

"Is this a pill tool?" Everyone was suspicious. They looked at Sun Ang. The pill tool master was smiling. He was very confident in his works.

He smiled at Wu Qingling and signaled: "You can demonstrate it to everyone."

"Okay." Wu Qingling was already very much looking forward to it. After Sun Ang spoke, she grabbed the hilt of the knife, stimulated the Yuanxi and lifted the sword.

Everyone suddenly felt that Wu Qingling was different. Before, she was a young and energetic girl, but when she got the knife, she immediately felt a strong breath of death re-decorated her.

Wu Qingling's eyes were covered with a light blue-gray color, making her skin look even whiter, and dark blue patterns symbolizing death and extinction appeared on her cheeks.

She took a step forward, and slowly cut forward the remaining knife in her hand. With a scream, a breath of death was stimulated, covering the entire Jade Pavilion.

Lin Shuyu in the audience changed color slightly: "District of Death!"

Before he finished speaking, countless undead phantoms swarmed out from the broken swords, evolving into various cruel battlefield battles. Suddenly, the wind was shrill and the roar was tragic, and everyone seemed to be on a battlefield of death.

This influence is directly targeted at the soul. Those younger generations with slightly weak cultivation suddenly feel cold sweat and shaking.

"Third-level alchemy weapon!" Some people have recognized that this alchemy weapon has reached the third-level standard, and it is also a powerful existence in the third-level.

A sigh of death came from the broken sword, as if it came from the infinitely long ancient times. In the middle, it experienced countless temperings of the battlefield of death, which made everyone who heard this sigh involuntarily give birth to the terrible thoughts of the boring beings.
Chapter completed!