Chapter 3669: Dorset Conference

Accompanied by the on-site commentary lines, the flags of the eight gates were hung high around the entire Tianchen martial arts field.
The clan totems created by hundreds of spar lamps gleamed with all kinds of light, shining in each stand.
In an instant, there was a thunderous voice in the martial arts venue, and the crowd was boiling! At the commentary, an elegant and dignified woman, wearing an amplified jade charm, began the introduction.
"Hello everyone, I'm still Dong Qing as the host of this eight-door competition!"
"And the two people around me are also experienced referees who are familiar with Hongmeng..." "Elder Yan Song from the Qu Ru clan, and Elder Wang Bingbing from the Chili clan."
According to Dong Qingyi, Yan Song and Wang Bingbing also got up with a smile and paid tribute to all the stands in all directions and the big guys in the suspended box.
"Wow! I miss... Ye Fan, does it look like we went to the Dorset Conference?"
Ai'eryu smiled sweetly.
Ye Fan nodded and said jokingly: "Why, the number one'air brother' is going to come back out of the arena?"
"AIR is not strong enough, we have to work hard," Ai Er bulged.
Xiao Xin'er curiously asked, "Are these three host commentators deliberately selected ordinary people and small clans?"
"Yes, these three commentaries are also Hongmeng's most popular large-scale event commentaries in the past few hundred years."
"Hongmeng has a complicated composition. If the explanation is not used properly, it may cause dissatisfaction among all parties."
"These three people are not in touch with the big clan, and they are usually clean and self-conscious, so they are more able to convince the public," Xiao Wangge explained with a smile.
At this time, the host Dong Qing has already begun to introduce the distinguished guests on the scene... "As everyone knows, the eight-door competition in this world, because of the focus of the patron saint, the rewards are generous!"
"First, you can directly make a wish with the patron saint, and the second and third can also enter Hongmeng and become the glory of the door!"
"Such a unique competition has also allowed some of Hongmeng's distinguished guests to be there in person!"
"In the minds of countless children of the Shenlong clan, the well-deserved leader! The hero of Hongmeng! The Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, the Qinglong of the Eight Tribulations, the current myth! Wind Nine Heavens!"
Dong Qing yelled out and reached out to guide to the suspended grandstand with golden dragon patterns.
Feng Jiuxiao took a few backbones of the Nine Heavens Palace and looked down in front of the huge French windows.
With a smile on his face, he raised his hand slightly towards the stand on the side of the Shenlong clan. As for the other stands, he did not pay much attention to it.
The tsunami-like cheers at the scene proved that Feng Jiuxiao indeed has the highest popularity and prestige.
In the Shenlong Pavilion, Feng Jiuxiao and others would not actually hear the noise outside.
He asked faintly: "The patron saint hasn't arrived yet?"
"No, Lord Long didn't move," Ji Liuhe said in the back.
"Big Brother, will Lord Long change his mind temporarily?
Why don't you come here if you pay so much attention to the big competition? "
Qi Sanchuan said, playing with the dice.
"Even if Lord Long is in Hongmeng, he can master every move here, so I must be reluctant to come out," Feng Jiuxiao said.
"Yes, the patron saint keeps saying everything", the brothers weren't too worried.
At this time, Dong Qing had already introduced Tianfeng Pavilion.
"The legend of the Phoenix family, the Suzaku! The lady of the demon emperor who brought peace to people and demon! Elder Xiao Wangge!"
Xiao Wangge stood in front of the window with grace and dignity, and nodded with a smile to the supporters below.
"Beihan Temple, Lord Zhou Hankong!..." "Tian Lei Valley Lord, Elder Bai Hen..." After introducing a group of big brothers who came to watch the game, the audience became more excited.
After all, these people, most Hongmeng monks, may not be able to see each other in their entire lives.
"Now, I announce that the lottery is officially..." Just as Dong Qing was about to start, a staff member ran over and muttered a few words in a low voice.
As soon as Dong Qing heard this, he was busy and changed his words: "Visitors at the scene, don't be restless, because the genius of Zhenmen, won from the night, has not signed in yet, so we need to wait a moment..." "The elders of Zhenmen Said that there was a slight accident, please give tea time..." The scene booed and made various gestures of contempt at the grandstand of the Zhenmen.
The members of the Baihu clan in Zhenmen were anxious and whispered to discuss what was going on.
"Ying from the night..." Ye Fan squinted his eyes thoughtfully.
In order to prevent cold spots, Dong Qing hurriedly communicated with the commentator next to him.
"Elder Yan Song, Elder Wang Bingbing, both of you think, what is the biggest highlight of this year's competition?"
Yan Song stroked his beard and said with a smile: "In this competition, the patron saint personally came forward and paid enough attention to it, so that every sect sent a superpower!"
"On the overall strength of the players, I am afraid it has been rare in the past thousands of years!"
Wang Bingbing nodded: "Agree with Yan Lao's statement, not only that, as far as I know, there are contestants from the wild in this tournament, representing Xunmen and Duimen!"
"Oh?"
Dong Qing said in surprise: "I haven't heard of this. It seems that Elder Wang has any gossip?"
"In fact, it's not a secret, the wild emperor swordsman and his party are watching the battle in the Tianfeng Pavilion."
Wang Bingbing smiled and stretched out his hand to indicate, "Xunmen and Duimen, there are many demon clan sects, and they have a deep relationship with Mrs. Xiao Wangge and Ms. Jian Yuzhu."
"In this competition, the patron saint sent someone to invite the strong from all races in the wild. Obviously, he also acquiesced to this way of participating in the competition."
"In this way, this competition is not only a battle between Hongmeng and the Eight Gates, but also a contest between Hongmeng and the wild!"
After making a summary with a smile, Dong Qing said excitedly: "The latest news! Ying Cong Ye Gongzi has signed in, and the lottery has officially begun!!"
Hundreds of musicians immediately played the majestic and magnificent music.
In the high-pitched melody, from the gates of the eight martial arts venues, eight figures wearing different colored costumes came out.
Dong Qing began to introduce passionately: "Qianmen! Shenlong, the wind is gone!"
"Kun Men! Zhulong, Zhu Qiuhan!"
"Zhenmen! Baihu, Ying Congye!"
"Xunmen! Savage Dragon Clan, Emperor Quan Ren Tiankuo!"
"Kanmen! Clan Xuan Ming, Young Master of the North Cold Temple, Zhou Xuhuang!"
"Leave the door! Phoenix, Xiao Rou!"
"Genmen! Qingqiu God of War smells of Feng in the foggy night!"
"Duimen! Wild God Dragon, Ji Hantian!"
Ye Fan couldn't help being stunned when he saw that Zhou's falsehood.
"This guy... is already the Young Master?"
"Uncle knows that Zhou Xuwang?"
Xiao Wangge asked.
Ye Fan shook his head, "I can't talk about acquaintance, is my sister-in-law familiar with him?"
"It's not very clear, it came out suddenly, but Zhou Hankong has always been cautious. The city mansion is quite deep, so it shouldn't be easy to send someone out," Xiao Wangge said.
"Brother Ye Fan, who do you think will win this time?"
Du Yuna asked curiously.
Everyone also looked at Ye Fan one after another, after all, with Ye Fan's vision, they could basically see the final result.