prosperous

Chapter 287

The person who witnessed the Four Nations Competition last time was an ignorant child, but now he is already old.Such a rare birthday star has also become the object of everyone's inquiries.They are all asking about the grand occasion of the last Four Nations Competition.The face of the old man who lost all his teeth could not conceal his pride. He slowly told about the enthusiastic situation of the Four Nations Competition 100 years ago. The people who listened to him widened their eyes with excitement, especially for this time the Four Nations Competition full of anticipation.

All kinds of flags of the four countries were flying over the entire Sifang City, everyone dressed up and went to the center of the Sifang City in an endless stream.The arena is set up there.

The long drums echoed in Sifang City, adding a special charm to this ancient city.

The peddlers who were doing business were even more happy. In addition to the unusually prosperous business, they could also see the demeanor of saints from all over the world.

The lottery of the competition was participated by the great elders of the Four Great Temples.On the eve of the competition, the four elders gathered on the highest arena and finished drawing lots amidst the attention of everyone.After showing it to everyone, the result came out.

Saint Qinglong... Mo Qingjue, against Saint White Tiger... Luo Chenfeng.

The sage of Suzaku... Bai Fenghua, and the sage of Xuanwu... Gong Yufeng.

When Luo Chenfeng heard the result, he let out a deep breath. Fortunately, he didn't face Bai Fenghua.

Bai Fenghua just sat quietly in his seat, Xuanwu Saint, this person who has never spoken, what is his strength?
Mo Qingjue was expressionless, sitting on his seat like a perfect sculpture.

Xuanwu saint Gong Yufeng just raised his head slowly, glanced at Bai Fenghua lightly, then turned his face away.

In the sky above Sifang City, a strong wind suddenly rose...

The Centennial Four Nations Tournament is about to begin.

The shocking battle will also kick off.

The wind rises and the clouds gather.

On the highest stand, the judges were already sitting there majestically.The great elders of the temples of the four major kingdoms, the city lord of Glacier City, and Wei Xia of the Heaven and Earth Chamber of Commerce were all present.They will witness this year's Four Nations Centennial Competition and judge their rankings.

This year's Sifang City City Lord stood on the edge of the ring, raised his right hand, and signaled for the drums to stop.In an instant, all the drums and horns stopped abruptly, and the surroundings became quiet for an instant, and the wind seemed to have stopped.

All eyes were on the highest stage.Today, everyone will witness a world-shattering battle together.

"In the first match, Mo Qing, the Qinglong sage, and Luo Chenfeng, the white tiger sage." The city lord of Sifang City lowered his hands, displayed his fighting spirit, and spread his voice to the ears of everyone present.

After the words fell, a shadow on the ring flashed swiftly, Luo Chenfeng was dressed in black, standing on the ring with a smile.He was dressed in pitch black, but he was eye-catching at this moment. His long black hair was tied up by a black headband, and he had a black scabbard around his waist, a black jade pendant, and black boots. An insolent evil spirit.

As soon as he came on stage, he attracted the hot eyes of many girls. Many girls waved the handkerchiefs in their hands, trying to attract his attention.And the admirers who came after Bai Xuguo were even more enthusiastic, and some even started shouting: "The Saint of the White Tiger will win!" "Mr. Luo!" "Master Luo!" drown out other voices.

Bai Fenghua squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Chenfeng who was smiling on the ring. The Luo family really had an extraordinary status in Bai Xu Country. No wonder he came to him that night and said those things to him.Luo Chenfeng's expectation behind it is indeed commendable.

The next moment, more cheers drowned out the voices of the Baixu people.

There was no other reason, only because Mo Qingjue came on stage.

His outstanding demeanor, beautiful face, and icy breath shocked everyone instantly.He just stood there quietly, without any words or movements, but he was already the most dazzling existence on the stage.

The breeze blew gently, lifting his ink-like long hair and flowing white clothes. He was like a perfect picture scroll, making everything around him stagnant, and the world seemed to be his foil.

The people from Qinghong Kingdom shouted crazily, including members of the royal family, especially the two young princesses, their fiery hearts had already flown to Mo Qingjue.Countless fiery eyes focused on Mo Qingjue.

At this moment, the two handsome men on the ring attracted everyone's attention.

"Mo Qingjue, I won't lose to you. I want to defeat you in front of Fenghua. In fact, I am the most suitable for Fenghua..." Luo Chen looked coldly at Mo Qingjue who looked calm in front of him, raised his chin and started Provocative without end.

Mo Qingjue was silent, without any expression on his face.

Standing on the edge of the arena, the City Lord of Sifang City raised his hands high, spread his voice again, and shouted: "The competition begins now!"

After finishing speaking, the City Master of Sifang City jumped off the ring and stood aside.He is also full of expectations for this game, and his heart is full of excitement.In his life, he might only see such a prosperous scene once, and he would never have the chance to see it a second time.So naturally, he widened his eyes and didn't let go of everything in front of him.

"Mo Qingjue, draw your sword. Let's decide who is the man who is qualified to stand by Fenghua's side and accompany her all the time." Luo Chenfeng drew his sword, waved the sword in his hand, and pointed at Mo Qing Absolutely clamoring.And Luo Chenfeng also released all the fighting spirit in his body at this moment, and his whole body was drowned by that strong white light.His strength was staggering, and the move he showed caused a lot of exclamations.

"You, finished?" Mo Qingjue did not move for a long time, looked at the excited Luo Chenfeng, and finally uttered such a sentence in a low voice.

Luo Chenfeng almost ran away, he said so much with fighting spirit, Mo Qingjue took it away with an understatement.I really hit the cotton with my fist, feeling powerless...

Mo Qingjue slowly stretched out his hand, and pulled out the green hairpin from his hair.That movement was so graceful that it was almost suffocating.

"Hey, what are you doing? You're so cowardly, why are men pulling hairpins at this moment?" Luo Chenfeng held his own sword, his eyes stopped on the hairpin in Mo Qingjue's hand.Strange, Mo Qingjue's character would not make some strange movements at this time, that hairpin?Is there a problem?
(End of this chapter)