Just before the Five Saints could say anything, Qi Tianlei's terrifying coercion swept a few people.
The whole body was shrouded by the coercion of the mid-Mahayana powerhouse, and it was not something that a few monks who crossed the Tribulation Period could resist.
It's just that as a monk, their inner dignity prevents them from kneeling easily, so they gritted their teeth and resisted, even though the whole person was bent down.
Gu Yuan, behind the Five Saints, was swaying all over, sweating on his forehead.
Although he is the honorary elder of the Liangyi Pavilion, he is also a high-level crafting master, with an enviable 7-rank rank, only one rank lower than Luban, but his strength is very average, and he only has a post-fitting cultivation base.
The gap between the fit period and the Mahayana period is like a huge difference.
And this is still the case when the Five Saints resisted most of the coercion.
Just when a few people were about to be unable to hold on, another horrible atmosphere was uploaded to the judges.
Hum!
The coercion of the two strong men collided with each other, and only then did the few people have a chance to catch their breath.
The Five Saints tremblingly held Gu Yuan and pulled him away, trying to stay away from Qi Tianlei.
Another coercive force is Feng Tiangong, the great elder of the Liangyi Pavilion, whose strength is similar to Qi Tianlei, who is also in the middle of the Mahayana, and is an old opponent with Qi Tianlei.
It is said that when Liangyi Pavilion split from Jubao Pavilion, the two once fought each other, but ended in a tie. Now that it can make waves on the judges seat again, this situation is really hard to see.
"Old guy, your strength still stays in one piece, there is no change."
Feng Tiangong laughed loudly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, without covering up.
"You too."
Qi Tianlei did not change his face, but withdrew the pressure.
Upon seeing this, Feng Tiangong also withdrew the pressure.
With the passing of time and getting closer and closer to the start of the competition, more and more contestants arrived.
Some disciples or elders of Liangyi Pavilion who couldn't sit still drove the Shenxing horse to the track one after another, wanting to show off.
The people in the Jubao Pavilion couldn't sit still, and one after another followed the Liangyi Pavilion. Among them was the fifth prince Jin Wenbin.
Jin Wenbin changed a magical horse.
Nine pythons are painted on the Shenxingju, with three claws on each python, which fully demonstrates Jin Wenbin's noble identity.
And at this moment, behind the group of magic horses on the track, some sharp-eyed monks said they would cast their eyes on that strange thing.
That thing is nothing but Yang Fan's red Lamborghini.
"Qi Tianlei, is that the new magical horse you tossed out?"
Feng Tiangong looked at Lamborghini with a smile.
"Why, you Liangyi Pavilion still want to imitate?"
Feng Tiangong snorted coldly as if he had touched a painful spot.
"What do you mean by thinking? Shenxingju was independently developed by me Liangyi Pavilion."
"is it?"
Qi Tianlei showed contemptuous eyes.
At the very front of the starting point of the track, half of the track is occupied by Liangyi Pavilion, and the other half is also occupied by people from Jubao Pavilion, including Gu Yuan.
The other two are the two of Liangyi Pavilion with the highest driving skills.
The two are Sun Anfu and Zhang Deshou, the core disciples of the Liangyi Pavilion. Both have the cultivation base of the fit period, and the two of them pay great attention to the cultivation base of the soul, which is the main reason why the two can skillfully drive the Shenxing horse.
"Look, everyone!"
I don't know who shouted from the viewing stage.
Everyone hurriedly looked around.
Suddenly, a loud voice came.
"The Golden Emperor is here!"
Huh!
Everyone looked at it.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing very ordinary clothes walking in from an entrance.
A group of people followed behind the middle-aged man, all court ladies and eunuchs.
Yang Fan looked around, and saw the leading middle-aged man with deep eyes, and his eyes around him carried a trace of pressure.
This is the gaze that can only be obtained by sitting in the position of a superior for a long time.
It seemed that someone was staring at him.
The middle-aged man glanced at Yang Fan, and met Yang Fan.
Only after seeing Yang Fan in the future, the middle-aged man couldn't help frowning. Somehow, the middle-aged man could not see through Yang Fan.
The middle-aged man in front of him is the Golden Emperor Jin Jianhua.
It has been two or three thousand years since Jinyuan Country’s emperor. Jin Jianhua thought he was very accurate, and he could get an insight into his heart at a glance, but Yang Fan alone did not.
This gave Jin Jianhua a little interest in Yang Fan.
However, just as Jin Jianhua looked up and down Yang Fan, Jin Sihan in the passenger seat leaned forward.
"Si Han?!"
Jin Jianhua was stunned.
"Father!"
Jin Sihan was taken aback, and suddenly reacted, thinking that Jin Jianhua would drive her down and would not allow her a princess to sit on a stranger's magical horse.
Hastily turned his head and dared not to look.
Jin Jianhua remained calm and walked to the most noble place on the viewing platform, and sat down.
"I have seen the Golden Emperor."
The judges stood up and bowed their hands to Jin Jianhua. Jin Jianhua nodded, and those talents sat down.
Just when everyone looked at the Golden Emperor, in an inconspicuous place, a charming woman was looking around. This person was Shangguan Wan'er who had a good night with Yang Fan.
What Shangguan Wan'er wore today was not outstanding, it was a long dress wrapped all over.
Just when Shangguan Wan'er was about to give up the search, she suddenly found that someone in the driving seat of the Lamborghini at the back was poking out.
Since she was facing her back, Shangguan Wan'er was not sure that it was Yang Fan.
But suddenly, the man skillfully took out a cigarette, then lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled the dazzling smoke.
This familiar movement and things made Shangguan Wan'er confirm Yang Fan's identity at a glance.
Shangguan Wan'er looked at Yang Fan's back fascinatingly, her eyes lost, and she was holding a cut-out sheet in her hand. There was a bright red on the sheet.
"I now announce that the Freestyle Horse Race will now begin."
As Jin Jianhua finished speaking, he quickly popped a golden light and shot at the gong on the side.
when!
The gong resounded throughout the audience.
The free horse at the forefront took the lead, starting at a terrifying 200 kilometers.
Click...
Due to the lack of a good shock absorption system, the other people's Freewalker trembles when they run, and once they get faster, they will make a rhythmic crash, especially when so many people are driving the Freewheeler together. . The crash sound was even more resounding throughout the game scene.
Soon, the others were already running, leaving only Yang Fan, a strangely shaped horse in place.
"Ning Caichen, hurry up, everyone else is almost to the first corner."
Jin Sihan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, urged anxiously.
"No hurry, let me smoke this cigarette first."
There was still a whole cigarette between Yang Fan's two fingers, and Jin Sihan looked anxiously.
At this moment, more and more people are discussing that the princes and disciples who have joined the Jubao Pavilion are increasingly discussing that Yang Fan is a traitor sent by the Liangyi Pavilion.
