Chapter 157: Performance stage

"I heard that Jun Wushuang, the first of the four geniuses in this competition, and Zhuo Yifan, the fourth-ranked spirit snake sword, are here!"
"What are the four great geniuses? It's nothing but a false name. You don't know, the hidden geniuses of the four great families will participate in this competition!"
"It seems that this martial arts competition is not as simple as we see on the surface! Otherwise, these family sects would not be so concerned!"
As the time of the Great Zhou Kingdom and the Xianglong Kingdom's competition is getting closer, the streets and alleys of Los Angeles are discussing this upcoming battle.
It's just surprising that the Mad Lion Sect and Ice Valley among the four major sects have given up the opportunity of this competition, but this does not make people feel so strange.
Binggu has always been isolated from the world, and they have rarely participated in the affairs of the kingdom. As for the Mad Lion Sect, this time the battle of Broken Blade City suffered heavy losses, and the suzerain Zhan Song Madness was directly killed, of course, there was no time to participate. This time the competition.
However, this did not affect the quality of this competition in the slightest. The geniuses of the Kowloon Palace and the Spirit Sword Sect rushed to Los Angeles in an endless stream.
The Spirit Sword Sect is located in the resident of Los Angeles. The Spirit Sword Sect's Sect Master, Shen Tianyou, said seriously and earnestly to an arrogant young man with a grim face: "Yifan! You are the leader of my Sect's three generations of disciples, this time the glory of the Spirit Sword Sect , I rely on you for maintenance!"
This grim youth is one of the four famous geniuses, the spirit snake sword Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan said confidently: "Don't worry, Sect Master, I will definitely teach those arrogant people in the Xianglong Kingdom!"
Shen Tianyou nodded in satisfaction, and then said with satisfaction: "Yifan, go and practice, I won't bother you."
"The disciple retire!" Zhuo Yifan nodded respectfully and left the room.
"Master, it's okay, I can go out now!" Shen Luoluo pouted aside.
This time she came to Los Angeles, and she followed. As soon as she came to Los Angeles, her home was in Los Angeles. She hadn't been home for a long time. Secondly, she was naturally looking for someone to worry about.
However, Shen Tianyou saw through her thoughts at a glance, and said angrily: "Go back to the family today and see your father. I'll talk about it later!"
Shen Luoluo stuck out his tongue in dissatisfaction, then ran away from Fangjian.
Seeing Shen Luoluo leaving behind, Shen Tianyou showed a tangled look on his face.
Since I'm in Los Angeles, should I meet Xiao Chen? After all, Xiao Chen is now the master of their Spirit Sword Sect.
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"Marshal, is this the city of Los Angeles? It doesn't look great! It's much worse than the capital of our Xianglong Kingdom," a handsome young man with a long sword in his arms said to Deng Qingwen with a frivolous expression.
Behind Deng Qingwen were dozens of young talents of the same young age, each with extraordinary temperament, and the most eye-catching was the two huge coffins at the end of the team.
The entire Xianglong Nation has as many as a thousand people. Such a swagger through the city naturally attracted the dissatisfaction of the residents of Los Angeles.
"These guys from the Xianglong Kingdom are so arrogant that they came to Los Angeles with a coffin."
"So what, people are victorious, and our defeated country has no right to speak."
"I really hope that the geniuses of the Great Zhou Kingdom can teach these people severely."
Countless people in Da Zhou looked at the people in the Xianglong Kingdom with hatred, wishing to eat these guys.
The frivolous youth noticed the anger in the eyes of these people, and even more presumptuously said: "Fools of the Great Zhou Kingdom, since you hate me so much, come and kill me! What's the matter, are you all cowards?"
These words made the people of Los Angeles who were watching the Xianglong Kingdom army enter the city even more angry, and many warriors could not help but want to do it.
Even the Grand Marshal Deng Qingwen of the Xianglong Kingdom couldn't help but frown. This kid is too provocative. If he really angers the warriors of Da Zhou, they will undoubtedly die.
Therefore, he immediately scolded: "Yuan Liang, a few sentences, don't forget the biggest purpose of our trip!"
Although the young man named Yuan Liang was not afraid of Deng Qingwen, he did not say anything because of the identity of the other party.
After all, the battle between the warriors of Luocheng and the warriors of the Xianglong Kingdom did not break out, and both sides knew that it was not time to start.
Xiao Chen, who was standing in the room of Qianlong Inn, watched with interest through the window what was happening on the street, while Meng Gong stood beside him.
Meng Gong and Li Yuanfang arrived at almost the same time. Three days ago, Xiao Chen asked Li Yuanfang, who had just come to him, to personally Ye Fenghuang to the Ice Valley to accept the inheritance with Bingyue.
"My son, this kid is too rampant, why don't you go down and teach him?" Meng Gong said angrily.
Perhaps due to the influence of previous life thinking, Meng Gong has a kind of natural resistance to foreign races and even foreigners, and he also found out that among this group of Xianglong Kingdom warriors, the highest strength is only the four-star Wuhou. He alone is enough to kill. other side.
Xiao Chen gently waved his hand and said, "No need for the time being, no one will sing with Xiao Tianci in this scene after they die, but don't worry, these guys I will let you commit suicide!"
After killing so many soldiers and civilians in Da Zhou, Xiao Chen would naturally not let them go.
A bloodthirsty light flashed in Meng Gong's eyes and said, "Don't worry, my son, Meng Gong will kill these aliens by then!"
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Time passed quickly, and finally it was time for the Xianglong Kingdom to compete with the geniuses of the Great Zhou Kingdom.
The location of the competition was very conspicuous. Just in front of the palace, a super huge performance platform was temporarily laid.
In the morning, the sun had not fully risen, and countless warriors had gathered around the performance platform.
In the large camp of the First Battalion of the Forbidden Army, Yan Qing was dressed in a strong gray suit, staring at the ten thousand forbidden troops under her.
Yan Qing is worthy of being the strongest of the Eight-Star Wuhou. In this barracks where soldiers are generally only martial artists, he quickly conquered all the soldiers.
Now these soldiers are looking at Yan Qing with enthusiasm. Today will be the day when their first battalion of the Forbidden Army becomes famous.
"Brothers, accompany me today to witness the splendor of the first camp!" Yan Qing yelled.
"The general is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
The soldiers responded loudly, and Xiao Wufeng looked at the scene with satisfaction. With these Yanqing and these soldiers, his odds of winning in the battle for the throne would be even greater.
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Lingyun firm, Shangguan Qingmeng looked at the rising sun, and said to Shangguan He said, "Uncle Shangguan, let's join in the fun! Los Angeles may be very lively today."
Although Shangguanhe didn't know what she meant, he still respectfully said, "Miss please!"
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In front of Qianlong Inn, Xiao Chen dressed in white followed several people behind him.
Yu Wencheng, who had already recovered from his injuries, all returned to the Forbidden Army, while Jia Xu, Sun Simiao, and Lin Wanqing, who had low cultivation bases, stayed at the inn.
The remaining Li Yuanba, Li Cunxiao, Wang Yue, Luo Cheng, Meng Gong, Diao Chan, and Sun Shangxiang all followed Xiao Chen to the performance stage.