The Evil King and the Mad Concubine

Chapter 630 Blaspheming Emperor Yan's Eyes

Qu Yan and Helian Qiongtian glanced at each other and then smiled, Emperor Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, took Qu Yan's hand directly and said: "Qu Yan, let's sit over there, the best seat."

Qu Yan was taken aback, looked at the hand he was holding, and at the position he was pointing at, then her pretty face turned dark.

Helian Qiongtian immediately came up, separated the two of them and said indifferently: "Emperor Yan, that's the main stage, only those who are at the peak of the Emperor's Spiritual Realm can sit, and our seat is over there." He took Qu Yan's hand and said Let's go, don't give Emperor Yan a chance to react.

The corner of Qu Yan's mouth twitched, and was dragged away by Helian Qiongtian, while Emperor Yan really stood there in a daze.

Seeing the old men and middle-aged people on the main stage go up one by one, their strengths are indeed at the peak of the Emperor Spirit Realm, and they are ten strong men from the Seven Great Cities.

But Yu Mojun, the peak of the Emperor Spirit Realm, did not go up, but in his own family, those ten people were the next final judges who had been determined after the last competition.

Emperor Yan frowned slightly, and then realized that Qu Yan and Helian Qiongtian had already left. Turning around, he saw Helian Qiongtian holding Quyan's little hand and shuttling between positions, which made him feel a little depressed. The hand held by the person is very dazzling.

He strode to follow, but there were too many eyes on him, and some men's eyes had a lewd look, which made him almost commit murder, and the deity was reduced to the point of being desecrated by men, if it wasn't for Qu In the face of Yan's competition, these ordinary people are enough to die ten thousand times.

Yan Tianlong, Lan Butler, and a few brothers from the Yan family, plus his disciple Feng Yue, were already sitting at the competition position, but the position was very far away, and the number of people was the least, and when other people walked by, they looked at Yan Tianlong. They were all looks of contempt, and of course there were surprise looks. After all, Yan Tianlong's appearance was much younger, which made everyone very curious.

But most of these people are thinking about what kind of pill Yan Tianlong took to heal his body, because he is the elder brother of Feng Xianjun, and he is not much older. Feng Xianjun looks less than forty, this Yan Tianlong That's how it is normally.

"Patriarch Yan, don't your Yan family have any disciples participating this year? Hahaha." Someone finally couldn't help but mock Yan Tianlong.

"Hmph, of course there are disciples participating!" Feng Yue said angrily.

"Disciple, where did you come from, boy, I think you should save yourself, you will only be disabled if you participate!" A voice of disdain.

"Patriarch Meng, the game hasn't started yet, so you can't help it?" Yan Tianlong said, and gave Patriarch Meng a sharp look. This patriarch is also a second-rate family, and he dared to mock the Yan family.

"Yan Tianlong, there are five people from our Meng family competing this time, we will wait and see." The head of the Meng family snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left, followed by five disciples, one by one looking at Yan's family. People are disdainful faces.

There are many such people, and Qu Yan and Helian Qiongtian saw a lot of them, and the master Yan generally ignored them. Only Yan Tianlong would say something if his words were particularly unpleasant. They only dare to talk about it, but they don't dare to really attack it.

"Has Feng Xianjun's family not come yet?" Qu Yan looked at the largest seat in this area and it was still vacant. She really wanted to see what kind of person Feng Xianjun was.

"Isn't this to highlight his image as a saint, the last to appear?" Helian Qiongtian sneered.

(End of this chapter)