At the end of the conversation, the old man smiled viciously.

Xiahou Jue also showed a smile on his face. To participate in the King's Ceremony in such a state would definitely bring shame on himself and become his foil.

"The Shura clan, the young clan leader Lan Shaobai came to congratulate him!"

"The Kuafu clan, Ren Kongjue comes to congratulate him!"

Two genius strong men from the ancient strong clan submitted invitation letters, and someone immediately called out the names of these people.

It immediately attracted the attention of many people in the field. These two are considered top young masters of the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, the ceremony of the King of the Wushen Palace also came to the scene.

Then, one of the most famous young masters came to the scene. A mysterious figure came to the young master of the Tianxinghai Xuanshui Sect and even Zhoutianxing Palace.

Later, the descendants of the Peacock King of the Demon Realm, the adopted daughter and apprentice of the Spirit Fox King, came in person, and attracted everyone's attention again.

Congratulations continued, and great figures came again in the Ghost Realm, Corpse Realm, and Xuan Realm. Several descendants of the King Emperor came one by one, causing waves of amazement in the square...

Even Xiahou Jue, who was on the high platform, brows slightly swaggered. He was a little self-aware, and with his reputation, he definitely could not attract so many people.

"That guy's reputation is really well-known, but it's good that today I will just come to achieve my royal ceremony."

In the VIP seat of Haotian Sect, Yue Chenxi and Gong Yang Yu were all looking around, wanting to find the familiar white figure, but they were disappointed to retract their gaze every time.

Shui Lingling, who was sitting in the middle, bit her lip and frowned slightly: "Why is this guy so anxious? It's really too late to come again."

In other directions, some people who had acquaintances with Xiao Chen looked at the high platform and could not hide their disappointment and worry in their eyes.

Suddenly, a sensation broke out in the entire square, but the Emperor Wuque of the Gods and the Goddess Tian Youxi came to congratulate him.

In the eyes of the crowd, Di Wuque came to the VIP seat of the gods with a confident smile on his face.

Di Wuque would come too, which was beyond the expectations of many people.

After glanced at the high platform, he did not see Xiao Chen's figure. Di Wuque felt a little relieved and came to the VIP seat of the gods with Tian Youxi.

Half an incense stick passed, and the old man in black who was hosting the ceremony, saw the guests coming, and could not wait to say: "Thank you all for coming from afar, to watch the ceremony of the title of kings by the newly promoted White Tiger King of the Wushen Palace and Prince Xiahou Jue."

"Now the auspicious time is coming, and I announce that the ceremony of the king's title has officially begun!"

As the words fell, the giant salutes placed in the square heard loud bangs.

A series of light balls shot out, bursting, turning into colorful ceilings, and falling all over the sky.

This is an artificial strange phenomenon in the world, which consumes a lot of resources, usually colorful ceilings. This time, for this royal ceremony, the Holy Lord of Baidi City spent a lot of resources to create such a spectacular and beautiful colorful ceiling.

The sky is full of flowers and the beauty is beyond words.

But there were many people in the scene, with anxious expressions and no time to appreciate them.

"Who dares to break into Tianwu Square!"

Just when Xiao Baishui Lingling and others were about to fail, a sudden change occurred, and three loud shouts sounded outside the square.

The Grand Master of the Martial God Palace, with three extremely powerful auras, was filled with murderous aura and soared into the air, wanting to kill the person who broke into the square on the spot.

Through the petals in the sky, it was vaguely visible that it was a white figure.

The ceiling is full of colorful colors.

Who is breaking into Tianwu Square?

I don’t know how brave he is to dare to make trouble here with the martial god palace, which is so powerful that he dares to make trouble here.

The loud shout immediately attracted all the attention, and all the heroes and sect bosses all cast their sights.

The three great masters of the Martial God Palace were ruthless and ruthless.

Each of them used their unique martial arts, and the sky trembled and the light was everywhere. They blocked a piece of space, and the trembling sky was flying in a row, and storms were storms.

Behind it is a white tiger phantom, looming. It is the martial soul of the holy beast. These three are the great masters of Baidi City.

"This man is going to die."

In the endless ceiling, storms and airflows, people's faces are covered in the future, and only a blurred outline can be seen.

Although I don’t know who the visitor is, these three great masters from the Martial God Palace come from the holy land of Baidi City.

With all the strength of the attack, a thunder strike is enough to kill an ordinary master.

The age and momentum of the visitor are not like the grandmaster, so how can there be any way to survive?

Zheng!

But just as the three of them were about to approach that man, a sword roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and the bright sword light overshadowed the scorching sun in the sky.

Night suddenly arrived, with only a blade light, as bright as the moon.

The night is indecised, and the moon is indecised.

There was only a loud bang in the air, the moonlight dissipated, and the three great masters were knocked back 1,000 meters.

The whole audience was in an uproar. One man fought against three great masters alone. Not only did he not lose, he also repelled the three of them. Who is this person?

The white figure gently swayed, her clothes dancing, and her silk flew, crossing the petals throughout the sky and falling towards the platform.

"Stop him!"

Whoosh swish swish swish!

One by one, a series of figures shot out from the ground, and at least they were all master-level martial saints and grandmaster-level existences.

The ceremony of the King’s Enthronement, and an outsider blatantly broke in, was really a big joke.

Ding ding, silk waving, and wisps of knife sounded like a piano sound. A wonderful piano piece was played between heaven and earth, and the infinite sword intent echoed with the sky.

The figures that ejected one by one were gently shaken by the white figure.

"Xiao Chen!"

As the distance approached, the naked eye could see the appearance of the white figure clearly. Many people's expressions changed slightly and they screamed in surprise.

After crossing the last master who blocked the road, Xiao Chen landed on the high platform, threw his hand and handed the waist card to the old man beside Xiahou Jue.

He said in a calm tone: "Xiao Chen, Haotian Sect, was appointed as the king. I am sorry if I am late."

The old man in black looked at the name on the waist card and his face was gloomy. In the Wushen Palace, he was the confidant of the Holy Lord of Baidi City. Otherwise, he would not have been handed over to preside over this royal ceremony.

A plain sentence completely confirmed Xiao Chen's identity, and the noise sounded around the square.

"It's really Xiao Chen, he's really here."

"Isn't it a rumor that he was seriously injured by the ten great masters of the gods? Why doesn't he look like him at all?"

On the VIP seat of Haotian Sect, Shui Lingling showed a soft smile on her face and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good to come, as long as you live, everything has hope.

Xiaobai, who was standing with Kong Yuan and Yuanxu, narrowed his eyes slightly, like a pair of crescent moons, and his face was filled with joyful smiles.

The ghost clan was so beautiful that he smiled slightly. This guy finally didn't disappoint her, but he came after all.

The Full Moon Tower was so popular, and Ximen Bao, Ximen Bao of the Ximen World, Niu Deng, and others were slightly surprised and unexpected.

With thousands of killing situations and many obstacles, Xiao Chen still appeared at the ceremony of the King's Enthronement and arrived as promised.

Some were surprised, some were disappointed, some were happy, and some were extremely angry.

Emperor Wuque of the God Clan had a gloomy face. Xiao Chen appeared alive and the whereabouts of the God Clan's master were unknown. That would be only one result.

All the great masters who forged the statue of the gods died at Xiao Chen's hands.

In the corpse tribe's VIP seat, Xing Jue, the disciple of Xing Tian, ​​the corpse god in the Corpse Temple, said to Wei Hua, the descendant of the King of Nether Fire next to him: "Is this person Xiao Chen? He is on Long Jupiter, who defeated you and Long Fei one after another, and the Iron Hand Queen Ren Kui fight?"

In addition to the corpse god lineage, there are four king emperors in the Corpse God Temple, each with a sect, namely the Nether Fire King, the White Bone King, the Dead Fire King and the Ghost Fire King.

There was also the Iron Hand King who specialized in practicing the body before, but the other party had already rebelled from the Temple of Corpse and was not included in the list.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Wei Hua's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's him!"

Xing Jue's eyes were frivolous, his mouth was slightly raised, he pondered without saying anything, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiao Chen's appearance unexpectedly caught the old man in black off guard and didn't know how to speak.

"Senior, is my identity fake?"

The old man in black came to his senses and handed the waist card to Xiao Chen: "The identity is not fake."

Xiao Chen asked lightly: "Can the ceremony of enthroning the king begin?"

Xiahou Jue, who was standing beside him, sneered: "You are so absolutely saying, whether you can be a king is not yet determined. At the ceremony of the title of kings, the strong men of the same generation can challenge it. If you are beaten to death, there is no need to continue your title as a king."

Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to look at Xiahou Jue and said with a smile: "Brother Xiahou, you are so confident, why not be as good as me. Let's talk about it first, how about being the king."

Xiahou was so excited that he was about to agree. The old man in black next to him quickly said, "Young master, don't be impulsive, be the king first."

At the same time, he sent a message: "Don't fight with him first, there will be someone to deal with him later. When all parties come to congratulate you later, the Holy Lord has made arrangements and let him make a fool of himself first."

Xiahou Jue snorted coldly and ignored Xiao Chen. It was a way to compete for contacts from all parties.

All parties will send congratulatory gifts, and Xiahou is extremely confident. As the White Tiger Holy Lord, no one in the Tianwu Domain dares not to give face.

Under the oppression of the Holy Lord, except for Haotian Sect, no one in the Tianwu Domain will give Xiao Chen a gift.

At that time, the congratulatory people will be in a sharp contrast with the other party's deserted scene.

The ceremony of the king's title began, and the old man in black began to think of the little military achievements made by Xiahou Jue, and his voice was full of excitement.

"Xiahou Jue has made millions of military achievements and has made great achievements. The Wushen Palace specially awarded the title of White Tiger King, and rewarded hundreds of holy elixirs, one heavenly-level martial arts and martial arts, one king-level secret treasure, and one set of White Tiger King armor."

After counting the military achievements made by Xiahou Jue, the old man in black began to announce the rewards given by the Wushen Palace, and it went on for a long time and was all worthless.

The ritual music sounded, and on both sides of the high platform, there were beautiful girls who stepped forward to wear the flowing white tiger armor for Xiahou Jue.
Chapter completed!