Evil Emperor's Cold Wife

Chapter 259

The first level of martial arts competition is not a wheel battle. If one person challenges, if he can win ten games in a row, he will pass the level.

On the ring, Murong Mo didn't care. Murong Mo looked at Lan Feng, smiled coldly, and then looked at Lan Die beside Lan Feng. This woman's eyes were shining brightly, and she didn't hide her calculations. It was a waste of a pair of good eyes , Murong Mo shook his head regretfully.

While everyone was watching the group arena match, Bei Tangqiu who was at the side spoke.

"Empress Mo seems to be very interested in today's holy husband?" Bei Tangqiu locked onto Murong Mo, although Murong Mo didn't look at him, but Bei Tangqiu still hoped to attract Murong Mo's attention by speaking.

"To each other!" Murong Mo turned his head and glanced at Bei Tangqiu, extremely cold.

"Hehe." Seeing Murong Mo seeing him, Bei Tangqiu smiled happily, "Is that so?" His brows were filled with anxiety, and he looked poisoned.Bei Tangqiu swallowed a sip of wine, swiping the glass with his hand, he had already been poisoned by Murong Mo, since he couldn't get rid of it, he would just bully him.Bei Tangqiu's gaze flashed past Chi Yanshang, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, and this smile contained too much, but others didn't care.Bei Tangqiu turned his head again, looking at Lan Die vaguely.

After a long while, three people have already passed the first level, all of them are little people with little names, not well-known.Then, another person flew towards him, and this person attracted everyone's attention, it was the eldest son of the Xie family, Xie Jun.

Xie Jun had a resolute face, distinct facial features, and a serious aura exuding from his body. Holding a sword in his hand, he stood quietly on the ring.

"Okay, take this opportunity today, and I will come to show you Xie Jun's skills!" At this time, someone also flew up, dressed in Jianghu attire.Xie Jun nodded and accepted the challenge.

Murong Mo looked at Xie Jun, his skills were good, his reaction was quick, and his shots were hot, he was worthy of being Jianghu.And Murong Mo moved his eyes to the audience again, and locked on a purple figure, Ziyi.

I saw that the purple clothes in the audience watched Xie Jun who made the shot on the stage motionlessly, with a look of concern on his face.However, the opponent was not weak, and resolved Xie Jun's attacks one by one. The two did not distinguish between you and me. However, at this moment, the opponent suddenly paused, and an extremely small silver needle appeared in his hand on one side of his body. He hit Xie Jun with the hand mixed with silver needles, and at this time, the man was quick, and the purple clothes were faster, and the purple clothes under the stage stretched out their hands to attach the flower on their fingers. With a flick of the fingers, the machine was invisible A bit of powder flew towards the man.

bump!The man's hands stopped, and his body was immediately attacked by Xie Jun, flying down the ring.

The movement was so fast, but Murong Mo noticed that this Ziyi was helping Xie Jun?Murong Mo raised his eyebrows.

Tournaments are boring.

Murong Mo frowned, but at this moment, a gaze came, and Murong Mo saw that it was the masked saint.Murong Mo looked directly at each other, and this look just made Murong Mo notice that there was a strange aura emanating from this blue butterfly, and Murong Mo didn't like this aura very much.Moreover, Murong Mo felt the beating of his wrist, and the wound tended to split open.

Murong Mo clenched his fists, and his gaze instantly turned sharply hostile, Lan Die, I, Murong Mo, underestimated you!

At this moment, Lan Die looked at Murong Mo, a strange breath came out from her palm, and flew directly towards Murong Mo, but she didn't notice Murong Mo's reaction, Lan Die's treacherous calculations flashed, and in the blink of an eye He turned his gaze to Chi Yanshang who was beside Murong Mo, his heart skipped a beat, what a beautiful man.

According to the information, the group of the Butterfly Clan, except for some ability of the Great Elder, the others have no ability, but why does Murong Mo always feel that this saint is not to be snorted?Murong Mo looked at Lan Die, feeling her unkind eyes towards his man, but he was not angry at all.

"Shang, someone has taken a fancy to you." Murong Mo moved his lips and said with only two voices.

"It's ugly!" Chi Yanshang's gaze was still fixed on the ring.

"Pfft." Chu Feng behind him smiled silently. Although most of his face was covered, he still couldn't block everyone's eyes. The traces of the shadow showed that this woman was not ugly at all. Can't touch the edge.

However, they also seem to understand a little bit. In Chi Yanshang's eyes, except for Murong Mo, all other women are carrots and cabbage, with the same appearance and the same ugly.

Ten games have passed, and Xie Jun has won.

At this time, Bei Tangling made a move. He glanced at Murong Mo, then lowered his head, and with a folding fan in his hand, a magnificent flying body landed on the ring from this small platform.

As soon as Beitangling's fan came out, everyone's eyes were fixed on it. This fan is the symbol of Mr. Shumo, which is well-known to everyone in the world but rarely seen. First, Beitangling holds the folding fan. Already indicated.

The young master Shumo respected by everyone in the world turned out to be the second prince of Beitang, Beitang Ling, and everyone was in an uproar.Absolutely unexpected, since ancient times, people in Jianghu rarely like to get involved with the court, but at this moment, many people are thinking.

"My lord, come down first and join in the fun." Beitang Ling looked at the crowd with a usual smile, and looked at the people in the audience with a strong character, which was somewhat similar to Lan Die's aura.

It can be said that Beitang Qiu has already advanced, and now Beitang Ling is also participating. It seems that Beitang is determined to have this holy husband!Everyone has a clear mind.

Chi Yanshang just glanced at Beitangqiu and Beitang Ling, but didn't react, as if it had nothing to do with him.Occasionally, he would reach out and touch Murong Mo's nose, his expression was very ambiguous, and there was an expression of doting that no one could see on his face.But this expression made the man in white not far away lose his mind.

As everyone expected, Beitang Ling won.

Then Qin Xiao also won.

In the first level, the leaders of the four countries who did not participate in the competition were eliminated, and then seven men including Beitang Ling, Xie Jun, Qin Xiao, and Feng Yi were determined one after another.

The second level is just.

To recite poems and make a match is to compare talent and learning, the second test has been passed, and there are very few people left.On the arena, only Bei Tang Ling, Xie Jun, Qin Xiao, and Feng Yi were left standing.

However, just after the second level was over, while the crowd was still making noise, someone suddenly screamed, "Look, look!"

In an instant, Qi Shushu raised his head and turned his gaze to the sky.

At this time, Lan Feng had just put down the teacup in her hand, and seeing everyone's surprised reactions, a faint smile flashed across her mouth.

A lot of butterflies came in swarms. Although they were not overwhelming, the number made everyone dumbfounded.

Crowds of white butterflies seemed to come from the sky, and flew directly towards the crowd.It doesn't look like premeditation, yet there seems to be something fascinating ahead.

"A lot of butterflies."

"Beautiful white."

"The Butterfly God is manifesting, the Butterfly God is manifesting!"

I don't know who said this sentence, but it caused a bigger sensation.Butterfly God is equivalent to God and Buddha in Wind Country, and has a very important position in people's hearts.

In an instant, everyone knelt down, and all the citizens of the Feng Kingdom kowtowed and bowed when they saw this, while people from other countries also showed respect, but their eyes were mixed with surprise.

Bai Yichou and Bai Lin looked at each other, what's going on?This group of butterflies seems to be very respectful.Bai Yichou glanced at Murong Mo, who was untouchable, and frowned slightly.

Everyone on the small table was surprised except Chi Yanshang and Murong Mo. Bei Tangqiu watched the large group of white butterflies flying towards him, and two words flashed in his mind...Goddess!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the group of butterflies gathered towards one point.And that...

In the blink of an eye, with the blue butterfly as the center, the white butterflies form a cylinder to surround the blue butterfly, and the butterflies are flying around the blue butterfly, which is a spectacular sight.

"Bless the Butterfly God!"

"Bless the Butterfly God!"

The people of Fengguo shouted and kowtowed to Landie for a moment.The blue butterfly surrounded by the butterflies was not surprised, but responded calmly. He stretched out his hand, and several butterflies landed in the palm of his hand, flapping their wings.

"Mo'er?" Chi Yanshang looked down at Murong Mo.At this moment, beside Murong Mo's feet, there was a pool of blood, which dripped from Murong Mo's wrist.Chi Yanshang's face suddenly darkened.

"It's okay!" Murong Mo held Chi Yanshang's hand with his backhand, telling Chi Yanshang not to act rashly for now, Murong Mo's eyes looked at the group of butterflies.Although there is some distance, Murong Mo still sees that the way of writing is coming, this group of butterflies seems to be drugged, controlled by others, not under his control at all.

Murong Mo frowned slightly, regardless of the pain in his wrist, regardless of the blood flowing from his wrist, his eyes locked on the group of pale butterflies.The control of such a large group of butterflies is indeed problematic.

Seeing that Murong Mo didn't care about his wound at all, Chi Yanshang coaxed him to attack him with anger, but Murong Mo grabbed his hand very hard, and he simply refused to let Chi Yanshang move now.

"One revenge, there is a problem." Bai Lin frowned and looked at the group of white butterflies, and also found something unusual. Although they couldn't control the butterflies, they still saw a problem.

"En." Bai Yichou frowned, but he and Bai Lin watched calmly.

The four people behind Mei, Ying, Leopard, and Yue suddenly became serious, and the blood on Murong Mo's wrist dripped drop by drop. They were very distressed, but they didn't dare to say more.

Bai Bing looked at this situation, looked at Bailong and Baiyu with happy faces, and doubts reborn in his heart.But even though Bai Bing had so many questions in his mind at this time, he didn't have the energy to ask or care about it.When Bai Bing moved his body, he felt that there were countless insects and ants eating on his body, and he couldn't even move.Bai Bing bit his lip, clutching the chair tightly, wishing he could crush the wooden chair under his hands.

And the moment Bai Bing frowned and raised his head, his eyes met Bai Lin's. At this moment, Bai Long and Bai Yu no longer had the mood to observe Bai Bing, and they didn't pay attention to this place at all.

Bai Bing's eyes widened, looking at Bai Lin who was hiding in the crowd, he was too excited to speak.The pain in his body seemed to be replaced by the joy in his heart. His son was not dead, safe and sound, really safe and sound.

(End of this chapter)