The grand event was held outside the North City Gate at the Wuhua Mountain Royal Martial Arts Hall.
Xuanhuang felt very excited about this trip.
When I arrived at the Royal Martial Arts Hall, it looked like a central sports park.
The huge building complex is comparable to the spectacular infield of the Colosseum, with spiraling circles of auditoriums that can accommodate millions of people. The seats are packed, and everyone has excitement on their faces.
As soon as I entered such a grand venue, my head was buzzing. There were shouts and shouts. The warriors asked each other, made loud noises, and patted each other's shoulders hard.
Old friends shake hands and talk heart-to-heart when they meet, enemies want to have a fight right away when they meet, there are all kinds of people.
Xuanhuang was also amused to find that many small merchants and hawkers had set up stalls in the venue. Those selling water, selling various snacks, selling fans, and selling rouge and gouache were all there.
Business opportunities are everywhere.
Xuanhuang was guided to the second floor, where he sat down in one of the nine rooms. After entering, the little guy kept hitting his thighs with his fists and squeezing his wrists hard.
Sister Yadi, why didn't she expect that so many people would definitely make a profit? She could just batch up whatever she wanted and sell it, and she wouldn't have made a huge profit.
Of course, no one knew her ridiculous thoughts. Dong'er thought her legs were sore and bent down to give her a beating. If she knew what her little master was thinking, she would probably roll her eyes.
The noisy environment outside fell into silence.
Millions of people seemed to be pinching their throats at the same time. They all stood up in awe and looked at the young man in the snow shirt who was walking slowly with reverence.
The young man's green silk was tied into a handful and fell to the ground. On his stern face, a pair of dark eyes revealed no emotion.
He walked elegantly, as if walking in the clouds and mist, his clothes were flowing, and he had reached the central platform in the blink of an eye.
Behind him were nine young men, who were the heads of Beixiao's famous nine bodyguard groups.
The warriors all saluted and respectfully called him, "King!" This was Xiao Yunchen. Wherever he passed, millions of people bowed their heads willingly.
Of course, there were one or two rookies from other countries who didn’t know how powerful Xiao Yunchen was. They were awkward among a group of warriors. They secretly said in a disdainful tone, “I’ve always heard that Xiao Yunchen is very powerful. I came here specifically to see it today, but it’s nothing more than that.
, He doesn’t have three heads, six arms, or three eyes, he’s just an ordinary pretty boy.”
Yun Chen's lightning-like gaze shot onto the man's face, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his brows were still graceful, but the real pressure on his body was dissipated, and he directly bumped into the rookie who was uttering arrogant words.
After a scream, the man turned over and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.
The onlookers were stunned for half a second. At the moment when the head of the nine bodyguards stretched out his arms and roared, a more fanatical roar suddenly broke out, "King, king!!"
PS: Sprinkle flowers first, today will be around 5 o'clock, I'm still working on coding, hit me hard with tickets or something, wave my hand~~