Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 107
Half an hour passed in a flash, and when the heavy trombone sounded, this year's East China Sea Martial Arts Exercise officially kicked off.

But he saw an old water demon with a long beard, a long robe, a pale complexion, and his back. He couldn't tell it was from the He Shui tribe, and he stepped onto the viewing platform first.

When the old water demon took the stage, the originally chaotic scene became quiet for an instant.

The old water demon nodded and said: "Very good, today we are ushering in the Dragon Palace Martial Arts held every five years in the East China Sea."

"The old man is already old, even a little confused. I don't know how many times he has presided over the Donghai Dragon Clan's martial arts performances in this life. This is considered a lucky three lives."

After saying that, the old water demon paused slightly, and said: "Every competition between the sons and grandsons of the dragon is extremely exciting."

"And it made everyone here clearly realize that our Dragon Clan and our East China Sea are constantly rising, and will become even stronger in the future!"

The old water demon's voice fell away, but the Silver Python King sitting beside him said impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's get to the point quickly, what's the use of talking about it, it's a waste of time!"

"oh oh..."

The old water demon nodded quickly when he heard the words, he had naturally heard of the fierce reputation of the rise of the Silver Python King in recent years, so he didn't dare to violate it at all, and immediately raised his voice.

"Now I announce that the martial arts ceremony in the East China Sea will begin now. First of all, please draw lots to choose your opponent!"

As he finished speaking, eight streamers of different colors flashed from all directions of the Illusory Dragon Palace, and then quickly converged towards the center.

Then it formed a circle in the center and began to rotate.

Seeing this, Ao Longxue patted his younger brother who was still standing stupidly beside him, and said angrily, "Why don't you hurry up and grab the lottery?"

"Oh!"

Only then did Ao Wuming come to his senses, agreed, jumped up, and went straight to the eight streamers in the center. At the same time, people jumped out from all over the viewing platform.

There is no need to fight for the lottery, eight dragon sons and eight dragon-shaped lottery orders are enough for them to divide.

After getting the lottery, all the sons and daughters turned back one after another, Leng Feng looked at them from a distance, and found that among these sons and daughters, only Ao Wuming and Yinliu'er had a slightly higher cultivation level, slightly stronger than the others.

But he didn't know how powerful these dragon sons and dragon girls were, and what treasures they had on them. Leng Feng didn't believe that their real strength was just what they showed in front of them.

Slightly glanced at Ao Wuminglong's lottery, the word 'Kun Yi' was impressively written on it.

Seeing that all the Dragon Girls and Dragon Girls had drawn dragon lotteries, the old man in charge of hosting on stage screamed and raised his voice: "Oh, Dragon Girls, Dragon Girls are really extraordinary, my East China Sea Dragon Clan is booming! "

"Hey, you seahorse monster, you still don't forget to flatter your ass even now. Your fucking nature is hard to change. Stop talking nonsense!"

"I'm speechless, even I."

"I always feel so ashamed!"

"...!"

When the surrounding monsters who watched the battle heard the sound, they shouted involuntarily.

The group of staff preparing for the Martial Arts Conference was agreed upon by the Eight Kings, and among these people, there are two people in each Dragon Palace, which is also for the sake of fairness.

And this old hippocampus is a minister in Jingyuanlong Palace, and this old hippocampus has held the post of host for many years.

But in recent years, this old seahorse demon has become more and more talkative, and most of his words are flattering.

At this time, Jingyuan Dragon King was full of black lines, he was really ashamed and angry, he jumped up and cursed: "I don't die, if the next king uses you again, I will be your grandson!"

This scene made the other dragon kings around him chuckle secretly.

"Now, please read out the serial number of the dragon lottery on the hands of the dragon sons and daughters. Those who are adjacent to each other are opponents!"

"The prince, Kun Yi."

"My princess, Kun Er."

"The prince will do one."

"This prince is the second."

"Zhenyi..."

"Zhen Er..."

"Duiyi..."

"Hey, shit, I don't have anything!"

The one who scolded was the prince of Wulong Palace, Wuerhe, with a burly figure and dark skin. At this time, he was wearing a black and shiny armor, like a big buffalo.

He tightly held the dragon sign with a clean face in his hand, came to the opposite of the old seahorse angrily, and said angrily: "What the hell is going on, you explain to me!"

Hearing this, Old Haima took the dragon lottery and looked left and right for a long time, then said in a deep voice: "I forgot to write..."

"Ha ha..."

A scene that was originally quite solemn was suddenly made serious by it, causing the crowd to roar with laughter.

Especially the Jingyuan Dragon King has almost gone berserk: "You old fool, why don't you die, you have completely lost the face of my Jingyuan Dragon Palace!"

Regarding this, Old Haima didn't feel embarrassed at all, he frowned and thought for a long time before saying: "It's okay, it's okay, Prince Wu, even if you are Dui [-], your opponent is Dui [-]."

Leng Feng was at the side, holding back his smile, and couldn't help shaking his head. He never thought that such a ridiculous thing would happen on such an occasion.

The next moment, his eyes turned to other places in the viewing platform, looking for the opponent that Ao Wuming was about to fight.

Soon he discovered that she was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl from the Dragon Clan, her development was not too mature, but she was clearly a beauty.

At this moment, the little dragon girl was looking at them angrily, staring closely at Ao Wuming, her two slender eyebrows were wrinkled upside down.

On the other hand, Ao Wuming seemed to wish he could tuck his head into his crotch, and he cowered like a mouse seeing a cat.

Leng Feng's heart suddenly became cold, and he secretly guessed with a wry smile: "What the hell is going on with this f*cking situation? I'm timid before fighting, so how can we fight?"

God really gave him a big surprise.

He quickly pulled the corner of Lao Wuming's clothes, and reminded in a low voice: "Wuming, what's going on with you, don't forget our mission, we can't lose the chain at a critical moment!"

Hearing this, Ao Wuming turned his head stiffly to look at Leng Feng, and at the same time, Leng Feng saw the more miserable side more clearly.

His complexion was pale, and thin layers of cold sweat had already oozed from his forehead faintly, he kept swallowing his saliva, and he didn't even dare to speak.

"You—" Leng Feng was startled.

At this moment, Ao Longxue beside Ao Wuming suddenly smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, little brother, she can't eat you, and can't beat you, that girl."

"You won this time. If the little girl is angry, I will go and intercede for you, sister."

After saying that, Ao Longxue turned to Leng Feng and explained: "Wu Ming, the girl he is about to fight is Bai Cang Dragon King's daughter——Bai Xin'er."

"Because there are eight older brothers, she is the youngest and spoiled very much. When she was young, she got married with Wuming and often went to Hanwang Dragon Palace. She and Wuming are also childhood sweethearts."

"Wu Ming has always let her go, and he is also afraid of his eight people, so he is often bullied by Bai Xin'er."

"Especially some weird pranks that emerged one after another, which really frightened our Wuming family."

Knowing the inside story, Leng Feng glanced at Ao Wuming beside him and sighed secretly, shook his head and remained silent.

Is this a tragedy destined to last a lifetime?

But for this, he has no way to solve it. He just hopes that when the battle starts, Ao Wuming will not be too cowardly, otherwise, Leng Feng will have the heart of even a dog.

Hearing all this, Li Mao couldn't help secretly gloating, and for the first time felt that Longzi was not so easy to be.

"Those who have drawn dragon lotteries from each stage of martial arts, please take a seat according to the number, number one versus number two, let's start now!"

From the beginning, it was a battle between the dragon son and the dragon girl, so every battle is very important.

If one trick accidentally defeats others, it must be the tragic ending of being eliminated.

Leng Feng only hoped that Ao Wuming's psychological shadow on his fiancée would not make him lose his sanity.

You must know that this competition is not only related to the lives of Xingshenzhishui and Yaoji, but also Ao Longxue's lifelong happiness.

Ao Wuming, Leng Feng, Li Mao, and eight of the personal guards behind them walked slowly down the viewing stage and walked towards Kun.

But at this moment, Yin Liu'er was walking straight towards them and directly blocked them on the road.

(End of this chapter)