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Star Entertainment City.

In the spacious venue, the atmosphere was so intense that the roof would blow off.

The bright light beam illuminates the high platform in front, and the beautiful singing resounds through the venue, pushing the atmosphere to one climax after another.

The audience was crowded, and people looked up at the stage, fascinated.

Jing Yingrong was pushed back and forth in the crowd, no matter which corner she was pushed to, there would always be a shadow tracing stone flying towards her.

"Why do they keep recording mirrors?" Ji Yanzhu asked suspiciously.

Jijie Pen: "It is said that this kind of game with spectators on the scene will pick good-looking spectators to stuff into the screen when recording, maybe this is the reason."

Jishajian: "Isn't that letting them take advantage of it for nothing? If you like recording so much, go to the stage and let them record enough, so as not to be crowded here."

Ji Yanzhu: "This is very atmospheric! Hey, this song is better than the last one."

Jijie Pen: "The spiritual power is well controlled."

The NPC on the stage showed their singing voice, singing moving songs, and casting spells at the same time, using spiritual power to simulate the sound of various musical instruments as accompaniment, and creating images matching the lyrics and melody around them, making the whole song stage like A fairy performance record is being shown, which makes the audience more immersed.

After the song was sung, the audience applauded thunderously and the cheers were deafening.

The singer bowed deeply to the people, and another person walked onto the singing platform from one side, smiling authentically:

"Thanks to the No.17 contestant Tong Yu for bringing us a wonderful performance. If you are satisfied with this performance, please inject spiritual power into the voting instrument on your wrist and cast your precious vote!"

Jing Yingrong looked down at her left wrist, on which she was wearing a thin, flat white bracelet with the words "The world of mortals sing" engraved on the surface of the bracelet.

Following her injection of spiritual power, the words Hongchen Qingge shimmered one after another.When they all light up, flash a few times, then turn off and return to their original state, the vote is complete.

Jisha Sword: "Why do you cast every one?"

Jing Yingrong: "Come on."

After the ten breaths, the voting time ended, and the person who spoke just now—that is, the master of ceremonies of this competition, invited the four judges on the judging booth on the high side opposite the getai to give their comments.

"Xiaoyu's performance this time is very good. Compared with last time, the improvement is obvious, especially in the control of spiritual power, there is no such incoherent illusion mistake as last time, which brought me a great surprise. "

"I have a different opinion from Daoist Xu. Although Tong Yu's control of spiritual power has improved this time, he ignored the song itself, and his emotional expression is not as good as last time. Well, this one didn't impress me. It's a pity."

"Tan Daoyou's words are reasonable. Tong Yu's performance this time can be described as flashy. This is a singing competition, so don't put the cart before the horse."

"I don't agree with the views of the two of you. I have nothing to say, just a word, impeccable, yes, her performance is impeccable, that's all."

"Fellow Daoist Fei, you also said the same thing as the last contestant, so why don't you change your rhetoric?"

"Because I am very satisfied with their performance, why should I change? But you, Tan Daoyou, you have to criticize every contestant every performance, don't you think you are too harsh?"

"I was..."

Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel in the jury, the master of ceremonies quickly interrupted:

"Next, let the contestants share their thoughts. Come on, Xiao Yu, do you have anything to say?"

The singer named Tong Yu said nervously: "I..."

A string of words that are not much different from the previous contestants, thanking others for their support, talking about the hard work of practicing, emphasizing my love for singing and so on.

Ji Yanzhu: "The relationship between the judges is so bad, they quarrel all the time."

Jing Yingrong: "Fake."

"Eh?"

Jing Yingrong: "Most of them are lies."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Oh—so it was intentional!"

Jijie Pen: "Forcibly create a topic."

After Tong Yu finished her testimonials and left the stage, the master of ceremonies connected the process, and the next contestant came on stage.

Several contestants who came on stage after that, some lost the tune at the beginning because they were too nervous, some spell errors caused the accompaniment to be interrupted, some gave up the phantom enhancement due to lack of spiritual power, some completed the performance smoothly, and some Amazing performance.

Jing Yingrong gave all votes without discrimination.

After all the contestants have finished their performances, the votes will be announced.

"Friends, this is the [-]th and [-]th finals of 'Red Dust Song'. Thank you Tianbao Pavilion for your strong support for this competition! Tianbao trade, everything goes well, if you want to buy a magic weapon, choose Tianbao!
Alright, now the on-site votes of the [-] contestants are announced, and the top [-] voters will directly enter the next competition, and the remaining three places will be selected by the four judges from other people.Please look up! "

Everyone looked up one after another, and saw a light curtain appearing above, on which the number of each contestant and the number of votes received appeared.

After a short period of silence, loud voices broke out.

"Why is Yuan Wenying's votes so low? He obviously sings very well!"

"Shang Lingyi has more votes than Qiao Mu, is there a mistake?"

"With that level of cultivation, Tian Jingheng can't even create illusions, so he deserves to be in the top twelve?"

"Hey you, what's wrong with your low cultivation level? It's not a human race exchange meeting, so just sing well!"

"Luo Zhen is passing by just like the scene of fifty to thirty. It's too coincidental. I heard that he is a powerful disciple, is it true?"

"Who is that No. [-]? What did you sing? Why don't I remember it?"

Jing Yingrong looked at the excited people around, and walked silently towards the exit of the venue.

The master of ceremonies wiped his sweat amidst the noise, and asked the judges to give the remaining three candidates.

As soon as the promotion list was determined, the conflict on the scene escalated immediately.

"There is a problem, there is definitely a problem, the number of votes is definitely fake!"

"How could Tan Yi enter?! When you recruited the audience, you deliberately found a bunch of her supporters?!"

"How did No. [-] be chosen by the judges? Have you filled the Lingshi?"

"What do you know, although he is not the best, but he has been improving!"

"That's right, didn't you see how hard he worked!"

"No matter how hard you try, it will be ugly."

"Presumptuous! You are a mere qi refining junior, dare to talk back to me?"

"Hey, isn't Foundation Establishment amazing!"

"What's wrong with the foundation, I also build the foundation, who is afraid of whom, let's make gestures!"

Jing Yingrong took off the voting device on her wrist and put it in the cabinet at the door. The moment she stepped out of the gate of the venue, violent spiritual power surged behind her.

The next moment, a powerful pressure swept across the audience, probably because the cultivator invited by the competition organizer finally made a move.

Jing Yingrong didn't care how this chaos ended, she had already walked to the street, heading for the center of Star Entertainment City.

In the past few days, Star Entertainment City has been visited by her a lot, and it's time to enter the gate of Shijue Mansion.