Chapter 1822 Pretending to be Weak

"Qingli, I knew that following you would bring good luck. We actually met Sansou Palace!"

"What is Sanssouci Palace?"

"It's a very, very mysterious place!"

Nan Yusheng said excitedly: "According to the legend, Sanssouci Palace may not appear once in hundreds of years. Every time it appears, it must be accompanied by magical treasures!"

"It is said that Sanssouci Palace only waits for those who are destined!"

"Qingli, maybe you are the one who is destined!"

"I?"

Ye Qingli pointed to her nose.

She never felt that her luck was so good.

At this moment, figures began to appear one after another.

Mo Zihan, Murong Ying, Lin Rou...

Almost all of the 64 contestants who entered the desert came.

And Yan Fengqing and the others also appeared around at this time!

There are also representatives of the major families.

They all looked serious.

"I didn't expect to see the Palace of Sanssouci, which is rare in a hundred years."

"It seems that the fragments of the setting sun are probably in the Sanssouci Palace."

"But how are we going to get in?"

Everyone looked at each other.

It seems that no one has any experience.

At this time, Sanssouci Palace has slowly risen to the ground.

The huge and magnificent palace stood in front of everyone like this.

In the middle, there are two closed palace doors.

It is engraved with patterns like flying flames.

A heat wave suddenly rushed over.

"Ah, it really is Sanssouci Palace!"

A man shouted excitedly, and then rushed towards the door.

"flutter!"

Before he touched the gate, a flame erupted from it.

Burned his body directly to ashes!
Everyone was shocked!
Someone yelled.

"There is definitely a very powerful forbidden spell on it!"

"We must be careful!"

"Let me try."

Yan Feng stood up lightly.

With a serious face, he drew a giant sword from behind.

Countless dark cloud patterns are engraved on the body of the sword.

Swinging the giant sword, it was able to make a faint thunder.

"Look at the sword!"

He swung his giant sword and slashed down with one blow!
A thunderbolt instantly shattered the sky.

boom!
However, the door was not damaged at all!
Yan Feng was slightly shaken and took a few steps back.

He put one hand over his chest.

"It seems that even someone as powerful as me can't open this door."

He said with a smile.

However, no one felt that what he said was a joke.

Yan Feng is light, he can definitely be regarded as one of the few strong men in Sunset City!

If he can't do it, then...

But no one can have such strength.

Lin Rou said softly at this time: "It seems that only if we join forces, we might be able to break the curse."

She turned her head, "It's best to gather all the powerhouses of the seventh rank, and then jointly launch an attack."

"Young master, you shouldn't not participate, right?"

She looked at Jun Aohan with some expectation.

When Jun Aohan's eyes turned cold, he instinctively wanted to refuse.

At this time, Lin Rou had already spoken first.

"I know, Ms. Ye is still blaming me, right? In fact, it was just my slip of the tongue before. If Ms. Ye is really still blaming me, then I apologize to you now."

With a pitiful expression, she bowed to Ye Qingli.

"Thousands of mistakes, all of them are my fault, Miss Ye, please don't stop the young master."

Her delicate and pitiful expression made Ye Qingli look at her with admiration immediately.

(End of this chapter)

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