At his speed, the distance from here to Taiyuan City is not far enough to say that Emperor Tiangao is far away, but it will also take a lot of time. The martial arts examination is about to enter the most fierce competition era, and Tu Su Renxiong has no idea that he still has time to go.
It's too late.
The children of aristocratic families who stood out in the final martial arts examination must have powerful magic weapons such as bronze blood magic weapons. If Yang Ji could not hold on and lost early, then his efforts would be in vain.
"Yang Ji, I can only help you so far. Everything else depends on God's will!"
Tu Su Renxiong raised his head and looked at the bright sun slowly moving towards the dome, with a hint of anxiety secretly rising in his heart:
"I hope it's not too late!"
With a vertical movement of his body, Tu Su Renxiong flew out like lightning, rushing along the undulating surface towards Taiyuan City.
…
"Buzz!"
In the Martial Palace, the crowd was buzzing. It was small at first, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings. But it slowly got bigger and bigger, as if something was brewing in the dark. By the end, it was already a roaring crowd, and the sound was about to explode.
The roof of the palace is broken.
The last round of competition has ended, the arena is empty, and there is no one. Everyone knows that the highlight of this year's martial arts examination is coming. (~^~)
Chapter completed!