Is The Big Villain Crazy, Really Made The Empress Into A Puppet?

Wang Yi, dressed in white, outshine the snow, with a handsome figure, walking up and down.

For a moment, the divine light surged, as if clearing the way for him, under the gaze of thousands of people, setting him off like a god.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and when passing by the elders in the square, he nodded lightly, and his appearance exuded gentleness.

"Young son of the direct line is really extraordinary. Looking at the momentum of Young Master Wang Yi, he is already a star master!"

"Master Wang Yi is different from all the sons of the Wang family, and even different from the sons of all the royal families of the entire Divine Armament King Lineage. He can develop to the present by his own strength, which is definitely outstanding!"

"It is said that the patriarchs of several major royal families have begun to pay attention to Wang Yigongzi, and the women in the clan also regard Wang Yigongzi as the target of marriage."

The admiration is endless.

In the stands, there were even some beautiful women, who were staring at Wang Yi with great interest, commenting on their opinions, and some of them even looked like nympho, bold and unrestrained.

It is normal for girls to adore Tianjiao.

They had long heard of Wang Yi's legendary experience, and their curiosity combined with Wang Yi's spontaneity at the moment, naturally aroused their intense reaction.

As for the others, they are more observing Wang Yi, wanting to further inquire about Wang Yi's background, so as to win over and make friends.

Of course, many people also held cold eyes and hostility, after all, they were betting on the other sons of the Wang family.

At this time, Wang Yi had already reached the center of the square.

An elder then said, "Holy King Drum please!"

The sound moved for nine days, swaying a circle of light waves, and in the blink of an eye, a mountain-like behemoth above the void hung down.

dong dong dong!

A drop of nine thousand zhang, a thousand zhang is a sound, and the nine sound is settled.

A golden round drum was fixed over the square, and the next moment, four legs were born under the round drum, and settled in the south, south, north and west of the square.

The Sifang Bottle is the base, and the Holy King Drum finally landed on the Sifang Bottle.

"Wang Yi, please beat the drum!"

The so-called drumming is a test for Wang Yi. There are rules for the coming-of-age ceremony of the royal family of the gods and soldiers. Those who participate in the coming-of-age ceremony must beat the holy king drum.

The Holy King's Drum has a limit of nine sounds, and the greater the number of beats on the Holy King's Drum, the greater the potential of the drummer.

But then again, hitting the drum of the Holy King not only depends on the strength of the drummer, but also on the comprehensive background of various aspects such as xinxing, Taoism and so on.

"finally come."

Wang Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly only felt a sharp light fall on him, he turned his head to look to the side of the square.

I only saw a young man in a blue shirt floating over. This man looked similar to Wang Yi's age, and his demeanor exuded stability.

When the other party settled down, it quickly attracted the salute of the surrounding sons, who seemed to be very prestigious.

"Wang Wuchen."

Wang Yi brows slightly, he has long known Wang Wuchen, and also knows that the other party is his biggest opponent in the competition for the position of young master.

Looking at the person's breath now, it is steady and calm, like a vast galaxy, which is really extraordinary.

"The other party has been in the realm of the star master for a while. In terms of background, he is stronger than me. However, the other party's physique - the Holy Body of Wind Spirit has not been cultivated to the peak, and it is a distance away from my Holy Sun. I can completely make up for the gap with the opponent's heritage."

"Furthermore, if I hit the Holy King's Drum this time, if I can provoke nine sounds, stimulate the holy will of the ancestors, and get the baptism of the power of the ancestors, I may be able to step into the realm of the great holy star master in one step. At that time, Wang Wuchen can't stop me, and no one will be able to stop me. Can't stop me."

Wang's eyes were bright, and a confident arc swept the corner of his mouth, and he immediately retracted his gaze, as if he didn't care.

Following that, he began to urge energy and patted the drum of the Holy King.

buzzing.

There was a wave of fluctuations on the drum of the Holy King, and a golden light fell, instantly covering Wang Yi's body, turning it into a mysterious world.

At the same time, his body seemed to have stepped into another layer of mysterious space.

There is the assessment space of the Holy King Drum. The assessment is divided into nine layers, one layer corresponds to one sound, and the limit is nine sounds.

"I don't know how many noises this son can trigger. In the past 100 years, the best results of our Wang family are the eight noises of Wang Wuchen."

"Eight sounds is also infinitely close to the limit, and Young Master Wuchen also uses the baptism of his ancestors after the eight sounds to enter the realm of the star master in one step."

"No surprise, Wang Yi and Mr. Wuchen will definitely meet. If Wang Yi really wants to compete for the position of the young master, this battle between the two is inevitable."

Everyone was discussing, and suddenly, a long sound of the drum of the Holy King spread.

The first drum of the Holy King!

The whole place fell silent.

Wang Wuchen, who was chatting and laughing with all the sons of the direct line, turned stiff at the moment.

In less than ten breaths, the first sound of the holy king's drum was triggered, which was incredible.

This speed has broken all previous records, and even Wang Wuchen spent more than 30 breaths before triggering the first sound.

"Could it be that Wang Yi wants to break the record of Young Master Wuchen? Directly trigger the nine signs of signs?" Someone asked in shock.

"He wants to be beautiful, he just started to be lucky, and after a few rings, he will definitely be weak."

"Yeah, just because he wants to break the record of Young Master Wuchen, don't even think about it!"

Wang Wuchen's fans sneered and sneered, but he didn't know that Wang Wuchen had some bad premonitions in his heart. He vaguely felt that Wang Yihui would easily trigger Jiuxiang.

It may even break all previous records, leaving everyone behind.

No, you can't let him get away with it!

Wang Wuchen clenched his fists, a tree-like figure appeared in his mind, the stars twinkled, and the trembling all over his body also calmed down.

With the Myriad Tree Divine Manual, even if Wang Yi breaks the record for a while, I will step on him in the future.

The higher you hold, the worse you fall!

Wang Wuchen took a deep breath, and a cold and silent arc swept the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Wang Yi is really prepared, we have met a strong enemy."

The voice was flat, but all the young masters could see that Wang Wuchen was extremely angry.

They agreed, and they became more and more uneasy about Wang Yi's performance in their hearts, and some people even started to waver. Shouldn't they have made friends with Wang Yi earlier?

...

Just when Wang Yi was concentrating on breaking through the level of the Holy King Drum.

Nangong Junchen has already found the villain of destiny - Lu Changsheng with the help of Mei Changjian's eyes.

Lu Changsheng sat in a remote corner, the breath around his body was weak, as if he was in another world, and did not attract the attention of others.

He looked calm and stared at Wang Yi with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, it can be seen that when Wang Yi played the drum of the Holy King with ease, his expression was obviously gloomy.

These details did not escape Nangong Junchen's eyes, and Nangong Junchen could therefore conclude that Lu Changsheng was only hostile to Wang Yi, but had no goodwill.

Not surprisingly, Lu Changsheng will sooner or later attack Wang Yi.

At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi in his early twenties approached Lu Changsheng and saluted respectfully, "Master, why did you call me here?"

Tsing Yi's expression was lackluster, as if he had no interest in Wang Yi's breakthrough, but instead yawned as if he had not woken up.

"Master told you before that you are always ready to compete for the position of the young master of the Wang family. Today will be your chance." Lu Changsheng said.

"Really?" Tsing Yi Young Master sighed, "Master, disciples are not interested in these things, just let them fight for the position of young master, no matter—"

"waste!"

Lu Changsheng drank it coldly, the breath all over his body suddenly became cold, and the young man in Tsing Yi shrank his head suddenly, obviously frightened.

When Lu Changsheng saw the other party's appearance, his expression became more and more cold. He said, "The mud can't support the wall! But the master didn't expect you to make progress. In this case, the master can only use other methods."

He made a casual move, and a wisp of gray-black aura instantly disappeared into the Tsing Yi Young Master's body.

In the blink of an eye, the young man in Tsing Yi shuddered, his eyes suddenly shot out a group of strange lights, and the originally lazy expression suddenly became extremely resolute at this moment.

"The position of the young master of the Wang family must be obtained, whether it is Wang Yi or Wang Wuchen, whoever stops it will die!"

Lu Changsheng looked at the youth in Tsing Yi and said solemnly, "Wang Yuan, do you understand?"

The corner of the youth in Tsing Yi raised his mouth slightly, and sneered in agreement: "Master, don't worry, my disciples will have a good time with them today."