Chapter 309: Please watch the seats

Chapter 309
"mean!"
Xuan Yi clenched her fists and yelled.
This time the Zongmen was a big match. Xi Feng was already weak, and only one of the five veins was built to fight the battle. If he was targeted again, there would be no chance.
"Roar!"
At this moment, a screaming roar came from the sky in the distance, shaking the void and imposing.
Everyone was shocked and looked around.
I saw five big statures, fierce lions coming side by side, aggressive, and their hair was golden yellow, not a little mottled, and they seemed to be burning with a golden flame.
"It's a golden lion!"
"Ancient relics, and a golden lion in Jindanjing!"
Five gold lions were tied with a rope reins, and an ancient chariot was pulled behind them.
Standing on the chariot was a middle-aged man, wearing a golden robe, with eyes like electricity, not angry and arrogant, exuding a domineering sweeping the world!
The man on the chariot is the emperor Da Zhou!
"Meet the King!"
All the embargoed guards here, all kneeling on one knee, shouting in unison, terrifying!
The real Jin Dan on the spectator stand quickly got up, clenched his fists and nodded.
"The soldiers are flat, and the kings please sit down."
Zhou Tianzi calmly, jumped from the chariot, reached the highest position of the spectator seat, and sat down.
...
"Finally seeing the emperor Da Zhou, this time the Zongmen is much better than nothing."
"It's a big aura, and I almost fell on my knees."
Around the fourth column of Yuzhu, many monk-builders were convinced by the grace of Zhou Tianzi, whispered, and looked excited.
Su Zimo's expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm as water, it seemed that Zhou Tianzi's arrival had not affected him at all.
Shen Mengqi glanced, seemingly casually asking: "Su Zimo, how did you meet Princess Dazhou?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Su Zimo didn't look at Shen Mengqi and asked rhetorically.
Shen Mengqi snorted and said: "Su Zimo, don't be proud, it's nothing to know to meet Princess Da Zhou!"
"Also, let me remind you that you already have enemies of Bixia Palace and Zhenhuomen, because Princess Dazhou, I think the disciples of Qingshuangmen also show hostility towards you."
Shen Mengqi sneered: "Princess Da Zhou's actions have set up a lot of powerful enemies for you, I see how you end it in a while!"
Su Zimo smiled indifferently.
Watch the battle.
Zhou Tianzi pressed with both hands, and the crowd calmed down.
Zhou Tianzi said in a deep voice: "The Zongmen big match will start soon. Before that, I will introduce a refiner. I think everyone has heard of his name."
"Da Zhou's No. 1 Refiner!"
"Mr. Mo Lingmo!"
"Of course we know."
On the watching table, many Jin Dan real people said with a smile, nodding their heads, looking forward.
Zhou Tianzi said, "Although you have heard of his name, not many people must have seen him."
"Good."
Yining really smiled bitterly: "Last time, I wanted to thank Mr. Mo in person, but I didn't see it."
Nan Yue Zong Yunshan also nodded, "Yeah, Mr. Mo is too mysterious."
Zhou Tianzi smiled slightly and said: "This time I invited Mr. Mo to come and become the judge of the Zongmen big match refining unit. You can see him right away."
Many Jin Dan real people were shocked.
As a refiner who can customize the best spiritual tools, which Jindan real person does not want to associate?
Canglang's real person squinted his eyes and looked around.
He would have to see, where is this Mr. Mo sacred, what is his grievance with him, and why he humiliates him in public!
Around the four-ranked Yuzhu, many monks who built the foundation also stared, constantly staring into the distance, wanting to see the legendary Mr. Mo for the first time.
"You said, how will Mr. Mo appear?"
"Rest assured, it will certainly not be smaller than the princess."
"I believe in Mr. Mo's strength and status, even if he comes to control the beast."
Everyone was curious and talked with interest.
The little fat man turned his head and asked happily: "Brother, how old is Mr. Mo and what does he look like?"
Su Zimo said: "Let's be in your twenties ..."
"Hahaha!"
Su Zimo just spoke, and there was a laugh around him. Many people looked at Su Zimo's eyes as if looking at an idiot.
Tao Yan's eyes were full of ridicule, chuckling: "It's a joke on the Feng Feng, it really is a joke, haha!"
Shen Mengqi frowned: "Su Zimo, if you do n’t know, you do n’t know, no one will blame you. If you talk so much nonsense, it will only ridicule others and expose your ignorance!"
"Oh?" Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Shen Mengqi said: "Mr. Mo can customize Need for Magic. You think this can be done by a person in his twenties? Even if I don't know the refiner, I can still understand the truth."
Just then, Zhou Tianzi's voice sounded again.
"Actually, Mr. Mo has long been here, right in the middle of you!"
"what?"
"Mr. Mo is here. Where is it?"
On the spectator stand, all the real people of Jin Dan looked subconsciously at themselves, only to find that the other side was looking confused.
Zhou Tianzi yelled, "Mr. Mo, please go to the audience seat."
As soon as the words fell, thousands of Jindan real people, and more than 100,000 monks who built the foundation suddenly quieted down.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes were constantly patrolling around.
Everyone at the Feng Feng, Tao Yan, Jun Hao, Si Yutang, Shen Mengqi, etc., were also looking subconsciously.
suddenly.
A figure moved and passed by the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.
"Su Zimo, what are you doing!"
Shen Mengqi frowned and shouted.
Su Zimo was unmoved.
Tao Yan sneered: "I really don't know if I live or die. In the presence of Tianzi, I dare to pretend!"
"Mr. Mo is called, not you ..." Shen Mengqi shouted again, but suddenly realized something, his face changed.
Su Zimo, if he hadn't heard it, continued to move forward. In the stupid gaze of the fat man, he patted his shoulder, smiled slightly, walked through the crowd, and went out.
Looking at Su Zimo's back, Qingshuangmen Junhao was shocked and thought of a possibility.
Although this may seem so absurd, so crazy.
In a blink of an eye, Su Zimo was exposed to the eyes of more than 100,000 monks!
With countless scorching gazes, Su Zimo's expression was not a little cramped, but calmly, carrying his hands and moving forward slowly.
Go over the sinking area and walk towards the spectator seat.
"Who is this guy and why are you going?"
"He's only in his twenties. It can't be Mr. Mo."
"That is, a monk, how could it be Mr. Mo!"
Many monks sneered in the crowd.
After a sneer, the crowd looked at Su Zimo, who was getting farther and farther, but the crowd suddenly stopped quietly.
A weak voice sounded: "None of us have seen Mr Mo, why can't he be a twenty-year-old monk?"
No one responded.
Everyone is waiting for an answer.
It's more early today, everyone goes to bed earlier, and the old sword goes to bed earlier ~
(End of this chapter)