The palace is a battlefield without gunpowder, and its danger is more dangerous than the battlefield. can get up from the sea of corpses and blood in the harem, and they are all extremely sinister people in the city. Lian Guifei can have today's status, but it doesn't just rely on her face. Therefore, she quickly adjusted her mood, and walked towards her throne with a full spring breeze. When he got closer, he also smiled at the foreign envoys one by one, the three holy lands and the nine immortal streams.

Concubine Lian's face was adjusted, and Xin Ran's little face turned green. The soft flesh underneath the ribs has been twisted into a screw-like shape. The palace master of Limin smiled lovely, and the little bird snuggled up to Xin Dashao's side like a human, but the little hand was like the mouth of Wang Ba, biting Xin Ran's ribs and meat, spinning without spitting.

"Siha、、、、、、 Why、、、、、、 are you unreasonable? Anyway, I'm also sent by order. You should see me as if you were seeing your father, how can you be so disrespectful、、、、、、" Xin Ran complained bitterly.

"It's not the crime of mediation, it's the crime of pretending to be a horse!" Although she had expected this outcome for a long time, and had a vague expectation. But once the wish came true, I didn't know what was going on, and I was a little angry in my heart.

"It's not a fake, it's your dad himself. Grandpa Feng, Elder Geng, and Grand Commander Gu are witnesses!" Xin Dajun screamed in a low voice: "If it weren't for the fear that my future daughter-in-law would suffer, my grandson would have taken care of this matter! If it hadn't been for the old man throwing me out and beating me to death, I wouldn't have cared about it、、、、、、"

"Phew, what old man, it's hard to hear! It is said that you have to be called Taishan or the old father-in-law、、、、、、" The palace master of Limin was suddenly shy. The peerless face is as red as the morning glow, and it is full of brilliance. Why did you make a statement like this, it's too much, it's embarrassing、、、、、、

"Hehe, unlucky bear child, if you want to fight with me, you should be tender、、、、、、" In the void, the Eastern Sage Emperor laughed proudly.

The chimes are mighty, the chimes are melodious、、、、、、 grand farewell banquet for the contestants kicked off in the bell roaring.

The Eastern Saint Emperor slowly appeared. The footsteps of the king over the world stepped out of the rumbling war drums, and the mournful sound of the horn sounded in the starry eyes.

The blood-red and iron-black Triumph Palace, the passionate war drums and the poignant horns, make people not drink the wine, but their blood is already boiling. The warriors of the four teams of the Ghost Wind Legion, needless to say. Everyone was staring at each other and standing solemnly. Even the members of the Imperial Guard, who are in the limelight, are all energetic and high-spirited. Even Xin Dashao, who is a good boy on weekdays, is hot in his heart for a while, and his blood is surging.

Xin Ran couldn't help muttering: "Old Taishan is quite able to fool, and his heart is sour, and he wants to shed tears, who did 、、、、、、he fight with?"

The duck egg-shaped Triumph Palace, 99.5 zhang long, 81.25 zhang wide, can accommodate 10,000 people. There is a gate on each side of the south, east and west, the east gate is the inner door, which is the special door for the concubines and concubines, the west gate is the outer gate, which is the entry and exit of foreign envoys and other people of the civil and military ministers, and the south gate is for the soldiers who go out on the expedition or triumphantly enter and exit. At this moment, the Eastern Sage Emperor entered from this gate and slowly walked towards the throne in the north.

There are no words, no earth-shattering Divine Comedy. Only the sound of war drums, horns, and bells, accompanied by the solid footsteps of the Eastern Sage Emperor, made the soldiers burst into tears and blood、、、、、、

Xin Ran, a little second goods, was all excited, not to mention others? Not to mention the young people, even old people like Feng Guozhu had red eyes, their bodies were straight, and their eyes were chasing the majestic figure. Even the big bosses of the Nine Great Immortal Streams of the Three Holy Lands were all in awe. The envoys of the hundreds of small countries were even more like gods, their hearts fluctuated, tears filled their eyes, and their hands touched their chests, revealing a very respectful demeanor!

The hall, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, does not have a single pillar, let alone a beam, and slowly retracts, like an optimus tower. Directly north is the tall throne of the Eastern Holy Emperor, and three feet in front of the left and right, there is a small throne in each. On weekdays, it is the Limin Palace Master who sits on the left, that is, the east, and the seat on the right hand is Lian Guifei's. Now, the throne of the Lord of Limin's palace is empty, and she is in the ranks of the Imperial Guard.

Under the throne, on the left is the fixed seat of the bosses of the nine immortal streams of the three holy lands, and on the right is the envoys of various countries, all of whom are lined up with goose wings. Under this, on the left is the Wenchen headed by Jiang Yuanqiao, and on the right is the military general led by Yulong. In the middle, there are the warriors who are about to go on the expedition.

At the front, there are three separate seats. In the middle sat Feng Yihua, the minister of the Imperial Mission, and on both sides of the seats, which belonged to Yuchen and Sardin, stood the figures of two children. They are all purple cloaks that wrap their whole bodies, revealing only their eyes and mouths, which makes people suspicious and speculate.

Especially the people of the Imperial Guard, they all vaguely felt that these two people should be Yu Chen and Sardin, but why did they become children? The old jade dragon on the right is full of confusion. But this is not the time to ask, and they all try to endure it.

And the Grand Commander Gu Luan, who had returned to the queue, was a little thief-eyed, staring at the unlucky child with a strange look. I don't know if this kid has closed the thief's eye. When I thought of this, I was crawling all over my body like ants, and I writhed extremely uncomfortably.

Underneath the three seats, the little evil god Xin Ran was in the center, like a benchmark, one seat per person, lined down. The Imperial Guard is in the middle, with two teams of Zhu Fengtai and Liu Fengxing on the left, and two teams of Li Wenbin and Hua Qingtian on the right, forming five rows with a total of 100 people.

The long queue of twenty people in a row is not short. But in this grand hall, it seems too short. The elders or deputy leaders of the Nine Great Immortal Streams of the Three Holy Lands, and the envoys of hundreds of small countries all stared at the empty area behind the five clans, swallowing their saliva.

It stands to reason that even if it is not full of clans, there should be sixty more clans, so it's right!

The little evil god Xin Ran led the Imperial Guard to win a total of 40 teams in eight divisions, and the four teams of Zhu Fengtai, Li Wenbin, Liu Fengxing, and Hua Qingtian won a total of 20 places in four divisions. After that, Xin Ran won the individual championship and won five more places.

Now, in the entire banquet, only five teams appeared, and the remaining sixty teams that advanced to the finals did not appear at the banquet. What does this mean? Is it that the empire no longer has the strength to organize warbands, or is there something else? Is there a chance for one's own sect and country?