The second round of the Battle of the Prince Consort is still taking place in the imperial city. The three princes and nine ministers will come in person to preside over this grand event.
The number of people who can enter the Imperial City to watch the battle is restricted. Only monks who have reached a certain level of cultivation and have a high enough status are eligible to enter the Imperial City.
It is still divided into ten battle stages, and the battle starts in the form of a two-two showdown. The winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated.
This is the real pinnacle showdown. Even the Jin Emperor and the four great concubines will come, and Princess Luofu herself will patrol the ten battle stages to choose the right husband.
After all, Princess Luofu is a royal goddess, and she is also selecting a consort for her. If the genius who is chosen by her in advance will have special treatment, he will have different advantages from others in the battle of the consort.
"Do you think Emperor Jin will really show up today?" Bi Ning said handsomely,
Both Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai entered the finals, and entered the imperial city at the same time. They rested in a side hall where they were served by palace maids. There were other talented men and women in the side hall, but most of them held spiritual stones in their hands and closed their doors. Rest your eyes and mind, stay in top condition, and face the difficult battle ahead.
Only Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai could be so relaxed. While drinking the wine sent by the palace maid, they looked at the battle stage layout outside the palace.
"Emperor Jin will probably not show up, but Concubine Hua Shen and Princess Luofu will definitely come." Feng Feiyun said secretly,
"Haha, that's it, that's it. If Princess Luofu marries Prince Hongye, I'm afraid she won't even have time to cry. By the way, who do you think she will choose to be the candidate consort?" Bi Ningshuai didn't know that Feng Feiyun and Princess Luofu already had an affair, so she said unscrupulously,
If Princess Luofu takes a fancy to her and becomes a candidate for the consort, then she can qualify in advance.
Others continue to fight until the first person in the battle of Prince Consort is selected. This person then fights with the "candidate Prince Consort" to determine the final candidate for Prince Consort.
Feng Feiyun said: "As far as the current situation is concerned, Princess Luofu has no other choice at all. If I were her, I would choose someone between Dongfang Jingshui and Li Xiaonan."
"Why these two people?" Bi Ningshuai asked curiously,
"First, Dongfang Jingshui and Li Xiaonan's cultivation is strong enough."
"Second, none of them will marry Princess Luofu."
"Third, even if they marry Princess Luofu, Princess Luofu can still continue to compete for the position of Emperor Jin, and she will have a huge boost."
Feng Feiyun is analyzing from the most objective aspect. Of course, if Princess Luofu knows that the successor of the Demon Sword is Feng Feiyun, then her first choice will naturally be Feng Feiyun.
There was a sound of footsteps outside, and then, the dignified Concubine Hua, dressed in palace attire, with her hair tied up and her temples tied up, walked into the side hall surrounded by a group of princesses.
Concubine Hua Shen is the biological mother of Princess Luofu. She can give birth to a daughter as beautiful as Princess Luofu. Naturally, this mother is as beautiful as a fairy. She has a noble aura that is even more powerful than Princess Luofu.
The evil geniuses in the palace all opened their eyes, stood up at the same time, and bowed to Concubine Hua.
Concubine Hua Shen's eyes were full of wisdom. She glanced around the many talented heroes and finally settled on Dongfang Jingshui. She smiled and said: "Master Taifu has mentioned Young Master Dongfang to me many times. When we meet today, we are indeed like a dragon and a phoenix among people."
Dongfang Jingshui's hands were covered with iron lins, he cupped his fists and saluted, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "May I ask the concubine, when will today's battle begin?"
Concubine Hua Shen said with a smile: "The three masters, Taizai, Taishi and Taifu, are discussing the details and will inform you soon."
Concubine Hua Shen left this side hall, and all the talented heroes sat back down again.
"It seems that Concubine Hua is planning to let her head get wet as a candidate for her consort." Bi Ning said with a handsome smile,
Feng Feiyun glanced at Dongfang Jingshui slightly and said, "If this is the case, then Concubine Hua Shen and Yin Gou Clan must have negotiated a price, and may have secretly formed an alliance."
There are more and more monks in the imperial city, and there is an endless stream of monks arriving. From time to time, big shots come, and even some high-status immortal sect masters come, including several evil hall master-level bosses. Two more came,
Feng Feiyun looked outside through the window lattice of the palace, and saw a beautiful white crane chariot slowly coming from the imperial palace. The chariot stopped, and a beautiful woman wearing a green gauze walked out of it. , with a weak figure, as if he were only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a sickly look on his face, without any radiance.
She was dressed in Xiawei, with only two palace maids supporting her. She stepped off the chariot and stepped on the thick snow. She coughed lightly. She held the scented silk cloth in her hand and wiped it at the corners of her mouth. There were a few traces of blood on the cloth, which she held tightly in her hand, not wanting others to see it.
The two palace maids were comforting her in a low voice, and while they were talking, the two palace maids began to cry.
The green gauze woman forced a smile on her face and was saying something, but she couldn't hide the ending and desolation in her eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Bi Ningshuai followed Feng Feiyun's gaze and stared at the woman with green gauze. His pupils suddenly dilated and his eyes shone brightly, and he said: "Oh, my dear, this Whose girl is this beautiful? Why have I never heard of her name before?"
Feng Feiyun said: "She is Concubine Ji, one of the four great concubines, and she is also the mother of Princess Yue."
Hearing this, Bi Ningshuai quickly slapped himself on the mouth, causing the muscles on his face to cramp in pain, and then said: "No wonder it looks familiar, tsk tsk, why do I feel that this divine concubine is so beautiful?" She is younger and more beautiful than her daughter."
Feng Feiyun also nodded. If we look at beauty alone, Ji Lingmei is not only more beautiful than Long Cangyue, but even more beautiful than Princess Luofu. She also has an indescribable charm that few people can resist. Live,
This is also the reason why Feng Feiyun is very afraid of seeing her.
A young monk in white clothes walked up, holding wooden beads in his hands. The Buddhist robes on his body were whiter than the snow on the ground. There was a white Buddha light on his round head, and his round eyes were full of wisdom and quick actions. In front of him, he clasped his hands and bowed, not knowing what he was talking to Ji Lingmei about.
This young monk is the abbot of Nantian Temple, "Da Maitreya". He has an unusual relationship with Ji Lingmei. Feng Feiyun has always suspected that before becoming a monk, Da Maitreya must also be from the Ji family.
Ji Lingmei's face was pale and pitiful, and she continued to cough as she spoke. Feng Feiyun could clearly see that her palms were stained red with blood. She couldn't pretend it. It seemed that the news of Long Cangyue's death had not been an ordinary blow to her. ,
It's natural. Ji Lingmei has been plotting all her life, pinning all her hopes on Long Cangyue. When all hopes are shattered, a woman, no matter how difficult it is, will become extremely fragile.
There is nothing greater than grief, which is what Ji Lingmei is feeling now.
"We must find an opportunity to meet her and let her know that Long Cangyue is still alive." Feng Feiyun also couldn't bear it.
After Long Cangyue's death, Ji Lingyi also lost power and seemed a little lonely. She was not as confident as before. Life is fickle. Current events create and destroy people.
Not long after, all the talented heroes received the summons and rushed to the Tianzihao battle platform.
Ninety-seven of the one hundred geniuses were present. Except for the ancient wizard genius who was killed by Feng Feiyun, there were two other talents who were unable to come due to special matters and voluntarily withdrew from the event. A peak battle,
The Dazai, the Grand Tutor, and the Grand Master sit at the top. The three of them are the three highest-status people in the Divine Jin Dynasty besides Emperor Jin. They have extraordinary bearings. Although they are here, they seem to be hidden in the mist. They only have cultivation base. Only those who have reached the realm of half-step giants and above can see their true bodies. Monks below half-step giants can only see three divine clouds floating above.
Nine old men in purple official robes lined up, sitting on nine amethyst jade chairs, with wrinkles on their faces. Although they had no spiritual energy in their bodies and did not know the way to practice, they still had extraordinary bearing and power. It’s amazing, everyone lived for more than a hundred years,
These are the nine most powerful civil servants in the Shenjin Dynasty. They have the aura of officials and take the elixir of heaven and earth. Even if they have no cultivation, they can live for 150 to 180 years. Jiuqing: Feng Chang, doctor Ling, Weiwei, Zongzheng, Taipu, Tingwei, Dianke, Zhisu internal official, Shaofu,
Among the nine ministers, "Zong Zheng" was in charge of royal affairs. On behalf of the three princes, he came out, holding a jade slip in his hand, and read out: "The ninety-seven outstanding people present today are all the top geniuses of our Jin Dynasty. The future of the dynasty Therefore, the second round of the Battle of the Prince Consort will only determine the outcome, not life or death. Anyone who dares to hurt someone's life will be automatically deprived of their qualifications to continue competing."
A man with a pair of black feathers on his back said coldly: "I dare to ask Mr. Zongzheng, have you ever fought against anyone? In a true master's duel, no one can stop. In a full fight, it's not If you die, I will die. If you don’t even have the heart to die, how can you say victory?"
Zong Zheng said solemnly: "Every battle platform has a giant standing guard on the edge of the battle platform. As the referee of victory or defeat, he can take action at the most critical moment to terminate the battle. Death is impossible."
"Hey, I hope the giant can stop it." A thin young man smiled sarcastically,
None of the geniuses present are at the level of demons. They are all arrogant and arrogant people. The power behind them is so huge that even ordinary giants do not look down upon them, because they firmly believe that their future achievements will definitely be higher than those of giants. ,
Feng Feiyun, however, was not very interested in the rules of the competition. He glanced around the battle stage. Sure enough, Emperor Jin did not appear, but the four great concubines did. There were probably thousands of people from the harem, all wanting to witness this young scene. The most elite battle of the generation,
There was a large bronze cauldron placed in front of Zong Zheng, with ninety-seven copper balls wrapped in flames suspended in it. "Now Princess Luofu will draw lots."
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The last chapter is a little late, so let’s read it in the morning. Also, I’m asking for all kinds of tickets to make the list in the new week.