Chapter 1646 Long Mie Is Disabled

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The noisy and lively atmosphere is overwhelming.

There were loud salutes booming continuously in the sky above Lingqu Peak, colorful rain was flying, and the huge canyon competition area was particularly spectacular and noisy.

"Sister, don't you go over and say hello to Chu Hen?"

An inconspicuous corner location on one side.

Huangfu Qing and Huangfu Hao were also hiding in the crowd.

"No..." Huangfu shook his head slightly, "With so many people here, I guess he's under a lot of pressure."

"That's right, the situation of the Yaotong Saint Clan is not optimistic, and all the pressure falls on him alone!"

Experienced so many past events.

Huangfu Hao's grudge against Chu Hen had already been resolved.

At this moment, the two of them, the siblings, also came to Lingqu Peak in person, which can be regarded as giving Chu Hen the best expectations.

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The teams of the major saint races entered the arena one after another.

After yesterday's second round of the Lingxiao Tiantai competition, Jiuyou, Xingchen, Fentian and other strong teams of the holy clan became spectators in the audience today.

"I really don't want to sit on the sidelines!" Yan Hanyu of the Fentian Saint Clan shook his head, expressing some helplessness.

"Same!" Not far away, Chen Jingfeng, the star saint clan, also had a look of loneliness in his eyes.

"You probably didn't expect that our two brothers and sisters didn't even make it to the finals, did you?"

"So what, didn't a certain one not even pass the preliminary round?"

"Hahahaha, yes."

...

After a day of adjustments, Yan Hanyu and Chen Jingfeng's mentality eased a lot, and they even started a self-deprecating joke.

"Do you want to gamble?" Yan Hanyu said suddenly.

"What bet?"

"Betting on who wins the championship,

Those who lose will withdraw from the ranks of chasing Qianyu..."

"Is it funny? We are all kneeling in the second round, how can we have the face to continue chasing her?"

"You just said whether to gamble or not?"

"Yu Shenyin!" Chen Jingfeng said decisively.

"Wow! You are a bit ruthless, I regret it."

"Don't! I'll give you two quota options, two to one, okay?"

"This..." Yan Hanyu hesitated for a while, glanced at the auditoriums of the major saint races, paused, and said, "Then I, Mo Nanquan and Senyuan..."

"The one who doesn't suppress the demon-eyed saint clan?" Chen Jingfeng was a little surprised.

Yan Hanyu shook his head slightly, "I originally wanted to suppress him."

"Why don't you trust your first instinct?"

"Mo Nanquan definitely wants to choose, and the other thing is, I think that fellow Senyuan must have hidden something..."

Yan Hanyu replied slightly solemnly.

Prehistoric Saint Race, Sen Yuan!

Only fought once.

His opponent is Lou Tingyu of the Nine Nether Saint Clan.

That battle was quite satisfactory, not amazing.

Chen Jingfeng was somewhat surprised that Yan Hanyu would be optimistic about him.

...

Then, as time went by, crowds of all ethnic groups came together.

Located on the high ground above the north face of the Grand Canyon competition area, under the attention of all the people, the ten-party throne slowly rose.

Same as yesterday.

Under the proclamation of Shangguan Wuce, the leader of Lingqu Peak, the seven domineering and extraordinary emperors once again came to the competition area of ​​the Saint Clan Conference in the form of clones.

"It's the final..." Emperor Fentian's tone was full of meaning.

The other great emperors subconsciously turned their gazes to the reincarnation emperor on the central throne.

Even under the Nine Cities wind and rain.

It is only one step away from the tenth crown.

However, the great emperors seemed to have their own thoughts in their hearts and their expressions were different, but on the contrary, the great emperor of reincarnation was extremely calm, and he didn't seem to have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Even if it is a random audience outside the stadium, there will be expectations and restlessness in the heart at this moment.

But Emperor Samsara's eyes were calm and untouchable.

"Really, those who have won the championship nine times are not nervous, but the few of us can't calm down..." Emperor Xingchen said with a little self-mockery.

"Hehe, it's not the first day you know him, this is very 'reincarnation emperor'..." Emperor Huang said with a faint smile.

"Okay, okay, it's just a few of us who are eliminated."

Emperor Fentian shook his head and said.

To some extent, the few Saint Clan Great Emperors who have stopped in the second round have a more relaxed mentality.

Several other people had somewhat imperceptible emotional changes in their hearts.

...

Once several great emperors appeared.

That means the final is about to begin.

The atmosphere outside the arena gradually calmed down.

However, at this moment, a domineering figure with a burly figure and brilliant lightning arcs suddenly appeared on the high ground stand in the north.

"This is?"

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

The expressions of countless people are somewhat strange.

what's the situation?

...

That person is none other than Emperor Thunder.

Under many perplexed gazes, Shangguan walked up to Emperor Lei Ting helplessly, and raised an invitation gesture.

"Lei Di, please take a seat..."

Take a seat?

Where do I get a seat?

Looking from a distance, I saw that the direction Shangguan Wuce indicated was also the seat of the emperor of the ten directions.

...

"what happened?"

There was a loud commotion outside the arena.

Especially the members of the Yaotong Saint Clan frowned.

Want to do something again?

Sure enough, Emperor Lei Ting first bowed to the emperors on the throne of Shifang Emperor, and then his figure flickered, but he sat quietly on the throne of Emperor Yaotong.

"Wow..."

In an instant, there was an uproar in the audience.

Many surprises arose in everyone's heart.

What's the situation?

Lei Kun's fate yesterday was tragic.

At this moment, Emperor Thunder is still sitting in the position of Emperor Yaotong with such fanfare?

...

"Hmph, it's really shameless!" Rao Feiluan sneered coldly.

Sitting with Li Wushang and the others, Chu Hen couldn't help squinting the corners of his eyes, and there was a faint hint of frost in his brows.

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"It seems that the Thunder Saint Clan hasn't given up yet!" Yan Hanyu rubbed his chin and said with great interest.

"It's not that easy. Even if you win a Lei Kun, it won't change the downcast situation of the Yaotong Saint Clan. Unless Chu Hen wins the championship, it will be possible to convince people."

"It's difficult!"

...

Although the Thunder Saint Clan lost face yesterday in the Lingxiao Tiantai competition area.

However, the Great Emperor is the Great Emperor after all.

Emperor Lei Ting ascended to that position again, and only a small number of people opposed it. The vast majority of people didn't think there was anything wrong.

"A record is a record. Didn't Yan Hanyu and Chen Jingfeng stop in the second round? It doesn't affect the emperor's reputation."

"It makes sense. The Thunder Emperor has the strength to sit on it. This has nothing to do with Lei Kun's defeat yesterday."

"that is!"

"Don't worry too much about it, just wait for the final!"

...

The speaker intends.

The listener also has a heart.

Although most people said it so lightly, for everyone in the Yaotong Saint Clan, their hearts were blocked like cotton, which was extremely uncomfortable.

However, Chu Hen also knew another deep meaning hidden in it.

The cold aura of frost became sharper in his eyes.

The master of Lingqu Peak, Shangguan Wuce pretended to be a normal person.

It immediately took off on the wind and flew towards the central area of ​​the Grand Canyon arena.

It flashed steadily onto a square platform in the middle of the canyon.

"The day of the finals is about to start. Please invite the ten contestants who completed the promotion yesterday to come on stage..."

"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, the minds of everyone in the audience couldn't help being shocked.

Everyone's eyes showed a lot of anticipation.

Then, several young figures exuding extraordinary aura walked down from their respective stands, and walked towards the canyon ahead.

"Yu Shenyin!"

"Yu Shenyin!"

"Saint Samsara, will win!"

...

"The Primordial Saint Race, the strongest!"

"Sen Yuan, we must win!"

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"Mo Nanquan, champion!"

"Miss Bai Qianyu, we support you!"

...

All kinds of bursts of cheers and applause were like a tsunami of ups and downs, which could not be restrained.

"Brother Chuhen, come on!"

"Chu Hen, we must win!"

Ye Yao, Qiao Xiaowan, Qingxue and the others also shouted at the top of their voices, but their voices were directly drowned out by other momentum.

...

"Is there a lack of people?" Looking at the several figures who entered the Grand Canyon competition area, everyone in the audience couldn't help being a little surprised.

Obviously there are ten advanced candidates.

There are only eight people ahead.

"Long Mie, the Dragon Blood Saint Clan's Long Mie is not here."

"There's also Lu Yuzhi from the Samsara Saint Clan, she's gone too."

...

Dragon off!

Lu Yuzhi!

Everyone was surprised and suspicious.

What about people?

"You don't know yet? Just last night, Long Mie was disabled..."