Finally, Yu Longzi sat on the sixth throne under the attention of everyone.
Everyone remained silent, obviously all recognized this reality.
Therefore, next, there are only two thrones that everyone can compete for.
"I want the seventh throne."
At this moment, a woman in white appeared in the sky.
The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.
If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade hills, it would have been a meeting under the moon on the Yao platform.
The moment the woman in white appeared, everyone had the only thought in their hearts.
Her figure is graceful, with autumn water as a sacred jade as a bone. Although her beautiful cheeks are covered with gauze, her appearance of falling fish and geese, and her moon and shy flowers are still unconcealed.
All the charms and charms, and the beauty of the nation.
All of us can think of these words in our minds.
"It's her! She really appeared!"
At this time, what everyone did not notice in the crowd was that a young man suddenly stood up.
His eyes flashed with light.
He is naturally Mu Yi.
Mu Yi has been waiting, and the woman in white who saved him appeared.
And now the situation was just as he expected. When there were only the last two of the eight thrones left, the mysterious woman in white finally appeared.
"It turned out to be Miss Jiang, lucky to know."
At this moment, Luo Huang and Yu Longzi actually greeted the woman in white with a smile.
The two of them obviously had contact with him.
"It is also a great honor to be able to meet two seniors again."
The woman in white smiled slightly, and in her beautiful eyes, she looked like a pool of spring water under the moonlight.
"Jiang Yunyao! It's you again! I didn't expect you to come here too."
On the other side, Zhong Hongpeng, who was sitting upright on the throne, suddenly stood up with his eyes extremely sharp!
It seems that there are life-and-death enemies between the two.
"You, the eldest prince of the Tianlong Dynasty, can come here, why can't I come?"
Jiang Yunyao smiled slightly: "What? Do you want to drive me away?"
"So her name is Jiang Yunyao."
Mu Yi finally knew the name of the woman in white, but he became a little confused.
"With her strength, why was she unknown in the Tianlong Dynasty before? And it seems that Zhong Hongpeng has had a big holiday with her?"
Mu Yi was a little confused.
He became more and more curious about the origin of Jiang Yunyao.
"Hmph, since you are here, I naturally have no objection to occupying a throne, but I must warn you that this place is the territory of my Tianlong Dynasty, and you cannot do it."
Zhong Hongpeng looked at Jiang Yunyao with a clear look of fear.
"What do I want to do? Your Tianlong Dynasty cannot control it."
Jiang Yunyao's lotus steps moved lightly, ethereal and ethereal, and flowers bloomed every step, and had already reached the seventh throne.
"Who are you? You also want to occupy the seventh throne. Let's pass this level first!"
Except for the eldest prince Zhong Hongpeng, Luo Huang and Yu Longzi, the others did not recognize the origin of the woman in front of them.
The most important thing is that they can't see through Jiang Yunyao's cultivation.
Under such circumstances, the former wanted to occupy the seventh throne, and nearly two hundred people were present, obviously he did not agree.
"Come down!"
For a moment, more than twenty powerful people at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm attacked Jiang Yunyao together.
"Hmm? What's going on? Why can't you move?"
But these people suddenly discovered that the attacks they launched, together with their bodies, were frozen in an instant.
"It's so cold!"
At the same time, heavy snow suddenly drifted from the whole world.
Even the master at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm was trembling with cold, as if he had become a mortal in an instant, unable to withstand the severe cold of heaven and earth.
"The gas condenses into snow, and the snow sprinkles into ice. What a frost, snow and ice sky!"
Luo Huang and Yu Longzi couldn't help but praise: "It seems that Miss Jiang's skills are also diligent."
"It's a pity."
Jiang Yunyao had already sat on the seventh throne at this time.
No one saw her taking action, and had frozen more than 20 seventh-level powerful men in the Heavenly Realm who attacked her.
Just this method has shocked the world. I am afraid that Zhong Hongpeng, Luo Huang, and Yu Longzi will not be able to do it.
"Is she a strong man at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm!"
"Jiang Yunyao? Why is this name so strange! There is no such person in the Tianlong Dynasty! Could she be from other countries? Even a young hero from the Pure Land of China?"
After everyone was shocked, they had to guess Jiang Yunyao's origin.
Jiang Yunyao is only in her twenties and is very young. She belongs to the younger generation of masters.
But looking at the entire Tianlong Dynasty, among the younger generation of masters, there is only one person who can enter the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, that is the eldest prince Zhong Hongpeng.
The rest of the people are too far apart, and they are completely different from several levels.
The strength Jiang Yunyao in front of him just now was still above Zhong Hongpeng.
No wonder Zhong Hongpeng gritted his teeth after seeing Jiang Yunyao, but he did not dare to attack the latter.
"Now, if I sit on this seventh throne, no one will have any objections, right?"
Jiang Yunyao sat on the throne.
She whispered her sleeves, and the heavy snow in the sky disappeared. More than 20 powerful people in the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm who were instantly frozen by her were suddenly unblocked.
The faces of these people were extremely horrified, and the eyes of Jiang Yunyao looked at him full of disbelief.
"You... are you a strong man at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm?"
These people couldn't help asking.
Because they could feel from Jiang Yunyao's blow that this had completely surpassed Fan Tao, who was at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm.
"You guys take care of it yourself."
Jiang Yunyao didn't want to say much, sat upright on the seventh throne and closed her beautiful eyes.
She was waiting, waiting for the last person to appear here.
She knew very well that that man would definitely come.
"The last throne is left!"
At this time, with the eight thrones, they had been occupied by seven people, Zhong Hongpeng, Xue Jingchen, Chang Baiyun, Wanxie, Luo Huang, Yu Longzi, and the more mysterious Jiang Yunyao. In the end, there was only the last throne left, waiting to belong to
Its last master.
Who is qualified to sit on it?
Because in addition to Zhong Hongpeng and the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, there are more than twenty other masters present, including the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm.
But these twenty people are of equal strength, so it is not easy for anyone to occupy the last throne.
"You don't have to fight, this last throne belongs to me."
Finally, a sound suddenly echoed in the crowd.
The appearance of this sound immediately moved Zhong Hongpeng, Xue Jingchen, Chang Baiyun, Wan Xie, and Jiang Yunyao.
The four people in front all looked gritting their teeth.
"Mu Yi!"
They looked at the young man who was strode towards him behind the crowd.
He was wearing a blue shirt, with a tall body, and a swaying sound, soaring up to 90,000 miles.
This is Mu Yi’s unique domineering aura.
"You have come a long time ago! You are actually hiding in the crowd!"
Zhong Hongpeng's body suddenly stood up, his eyes boiling murderous aura.
He was still wondering that the last chance of the three major opportunities in the Tianlong Temple, the birth of the Tianlong Martial Temple, would not have attracted Mu Yi to come.
But he has been here for so long, but he has not seen Mu Yi.
Zhong Hongpeng finally never expected that Mu Yi had arrived long ago, but just blocked his breath, hid in the crowd, and became an audience.