socalfunplaces Chapter 541
Chapter 541
Seeing the projection of the sky spirit,
At first, many viewers were obviously stunned for a moment, not understanding what the female pope was going to do.
Then the first wonderful replay screen appeared.
After the young master of the Shadow Sect, Ye Feng, was killed by Luo Fanchen, Elder Mingtian went to Luo Fanchen to seek justice, and the fourth priest stood up with a holy light on his face.
In the projection, he was majestic and fair, like a guardian of justice.
"On the ring, life and death are irrelevant."
"Whoever can walk down alive is his ability, Elder Mingtian, you have crossed the line."
Elder Mingtian cursed indignantly: "It was not your young master who was beaten to death, so of course you can be sanctimonious!"
The fourth priest shook his head righteously and made a bold statement: "If my son was beaten to death on the ring, this priest would never say a word, just blame him for not being as skilled as others!"
The dead memory suddenly began to revive, attacking the audience and Elder Mingtian.
The four worshippers, filled with hatred, froze when they saw this scene.
Damn it!
Is this woman still recording a mental video?
"No——"
"Turn it off!"
"Turn it off quickly!!"
The four worshippers roared loudly, releasing their mental power frantically to stop Di Weiyang from replaying it.
But after shattering a mental projection, a new picture appeared on the other side of the sky.
At this time, the second prince had the upper hand in the battle with Luo Fanchen.
Guan Canghai, who thought he had the upper hand, laughed and ridiculed King Tianwu:
"We both agreed beforehand that on the stage, life and death are irrelevant!"
"Don't blame us if you kill this kid!"
Guan Canghai's face trembled, and his defense was instantly broken. He shouted urgently, as anxious as if someone was checking a boy's browser in modern times:
"Di Weiyang, turn it off, turn it off quickly!!"
A stunning sword light slashed out, breaking the mental projection.
But on the other side, a new spiritual projection appeared again, and the protagonist was the Fourth Priest, who said righteously:
"In the previous competition, someone entered the field to make trouble, and this Priest was very dissatisfied!"
"Since it is a ring, life and death are not important."
"This Priest will set an example on behalf of the Temple. If anyone dares to make trouble and rescue, this Priest will be the first to disagree."
In the righteous voice, Mingtian echoed loudly:
"The Fourth Priest has a good idea. If anyone dares to make a move, this elder will not agree!"
The White Tiger Emperor and others also nodded in agreement.
"Boom!"
Mingtian's face turned purple. No matter how thick his skin was,
he went back on his words in public, and his face was a little embarrassed.
The White Tiger Emperor's face did not show joy or anger, but the shadow immediately released the power of thunder, and together with the attack of Mingtian and others, it shattered all the projections of Di Weiyang.
The whole audience was silent, and the most feared thing was that the air would suddenly become quiet!
Just now, the atmosphere was tense and tense.
At this moment, after Di Weiyang played a set of projection playbacks, the atmosphere in the whole place suddenly became awkward.
Who would have thought that
the female pope of a generation was so treacherous that she had secretly recorded her mind.
It was simply outrageous!
It seemed as if she had planned it long ago.
Elder Mingtian felt like a dog, and his mentality collapsed.
Whose good person would bring a camera to chat with others? Isn't it boring? ?
Young Master Yang, who had just been "unsealed" by his rebellious father, laughed out loud.
Others were trying hard not to laugh, but he laughed out loud.
"High!"
"I look up to you!"
"Otherwise, he is the Pope and I am just a nobody!"
The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Young Master Yang, you can use such a cultured word?"
Yang Jinghong looked at him with contempt: "It's not that I am uncultured, but look at all these beasts in human form, are they worthy of my good words?"
The young man was speechless, raised his thumb for a long time, and uttered two words:
"Awesome..."
This kid is either scolding people or on the way to scolding people.
The fourth priest said madly and hatefully: "Di Weiyang, there is no point in saying more, my son is dead, I have no intention of explaining, today I must make this boy pay with his life!"
Di Weiyang shook his head and released another projection screen.
The fourth priest was looking at the pope in the projection with his fists clasped, begging:
"Your Highness, if someone breaks the rules, please help me to manage the situation and punish those who break the rules!"
Di Weiyang and his own projection stared at the two fourth priests respectively, his phoenix eyes were cold and bloody, his red lips opened and closed, and he said in unison, sternly and coldly:
"If someone crosses the line, I will take action."
The two overlapping voices of the pope resounded throughout the venue.
The fourth priest clenched his fists, and his intestines were almost green with regret.
I didn't expect that in the end, he would actually lift a stone and hit his own foot.
He lost his son and was embarrassed.
All the calculations eventually became the laughing stock of the audience.
It might even be spread out in the future!
Di Weiyang moved his high-heeled boots, ignoring the fourth priest,
turned to the stage and sat firmly on the throne, drinking leisurelyLuo Fanchen, who was drinking wine.
"Come down."
"This Pope is here,"
"If anyone dares to touch you, this will be his eternal grave."
The sound of killing made people's backs cold and they dared not speak.
Many people couldn't help but think that Di Weiyang, the Pope, was not appointed.
Instead, he was killed in a sea of blood and corpses...
Luo Fanchen stood up, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and laughed loudly:
"Your Excellency the Pope is mighty and domineering. I will invite you to drink when I am free!"
Not to mention the audience, the contestants and the big guys were all shocked.
What the hell?
Isn't it... Is this kid teasing the Pope?
Dare to tease the Pope?
Don't want to die.
He is so arrogant! !
You killed someone's son, and you still want to invite him to drink. What are you thinking!
Force him to slap you to death?
Di Weiyang's phoenix eyes were still cold and resolute, but he nodded gently and opened his crimson lips slightly:
"Okay."
With just one word "Okay",
I don't know how many people were slapped in the face,
The audience who were waiting to see Luo Fanchen get slapped shuddered all over, shocked by the beauty, more shocked than seeing Huang Yan get beaten up.
"Fuck, the sun is rising from the west?"
"What the hell!"
"The Pope agreed?"
"Isn't the Pope the one who hates men the most?"
King Yan wailed directly, grabbing his hair tightly, unable to figure out what was going on.
He was an extraordinary person, and invited Di Weiyang countless times.
Every time he got a cold look,
When he was treated most warmly, it was the word "get out".
As a result, now...
My brother Luo opened his mouth, and the Pope gave it to him?
No!
Did he agree?
The corners of Yang Jinghong's mouth rose, and the excitement of keeping a little secret in his heart was full.
You are all dumbfounded, confused!
What kind of psychological quality is this? You are already wilting before your brother-in-law has even started to exert his strength?
"Well, since Huang Yan is dead, the final will be decided by Luo Fanchen and Yang Xiruo."
"The dead cannot be resurrected, so you must not quarrel again!"
The Nine-Colored Bird and the Black Tortoise spoke up, ending the dangerous situation.
"Boom--"
The jade tablet belonging to the Holy Son Huang Yan in the sky exploded with a bang.
Only the jade tablets of Luo Fanchen and Yang Xiruo were left in the sky, standing opposite each other.
The referee announced: "Please invite Yang Xiruo of the Phoenix Empire to the stage!"
"Although the first player is at a disadvantage and consumes too much energy, according to the rules of the competition, luck is also a part of strength."
The audience looked at the previous champion in unison.
Jin Chao also entered the finals, and it is very likely that the Yang family's female gun god will achieve the defending championship in Luo Fanchen's weak state.
The delicate and beautiful woman outside the field who was weak and coughing lightly frowned, shook her head and said softly:
"Mr. Luo has consumed a lot of energy, what's the point of my victory?"
"Wait for some time."
"I look forward to a fair fight."
The audience was surprised and puzzled. Wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to win the championship directly?
Purple lightning flashed in Yang Xiruo's eyes. Championship?
It doesn't matter.
What she needs is pressure, an opponent who can give her enough pressure.
I thought that the Holy Son Huang Yan would be a good sharpening stone.
Unexpectedly...
The combat power displayed by Luo Fanchen was enough to surprise her, and her fighting spirit was boiling.
Although he was not a spear master,
but he should be satisfied to meet an opponent with similar strength.
Everyone saw the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Xiruo's delicate body, and their hearts trembled. Then they suddenly realized that
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the two monsters Huang Yan and Luo Fanchen.
I almost forgot that the female gun god of the Yang family participated in two world championships and never lost.
Is it good luck?
There is no fake in the world championship champion!
Luo Fanchen smiled and said, "No need to rest, just warm up, Miss Yang will go on stage."
"Warm up?"
Suddenly, the whole audience exploded, and everyone's expression was extremely funny.
Isn't this rubbing salt into the wounds of the four priests?
No, buddy, this statement is a bit exaggerated.
Killing a saint, you told me it was just a warm-up?
If the saint was still alive, wouldn't he be angry to death after hearing such words?
Yang Xiruo was a little angry when she heard the voice, and frowned slightly:
"Mr. Luo, you have all the means, you should rest first."
"Don't think that women in the world are inferior to men and underestimate me."
The soft female voice hides amazing confidence and pride, and there is a hint of warning to Luo Fanchen.
Yang Jinghong scratched his head anxiously, jumping up and down like a giant monkey with an inflated belly:
"On one side is my sister, on the other side is my brother-in-law, who should I support!"
The referee looked strange, as if he had received a message, and suddenly said:
"Contestant Luo, we need to clean the ring!"
When Luo Fanchen was about to leave the stage,
he glanced at the bloodstains and bone fragments on the ground, and his heart was filled with anxiety.He sighed deeply.
It's a pity for Huang Yan's Great Sun Candlelight Martial Soul.
It just happened to be paired with Junior Sister, a perfect match, and it must be able to produce a martial soul fusion skill.
But he really couldn't absorb it in public,
Otherwise, the world would be prejudiced, and the White Tiger Emperor and others would take this opportunity to attack. At that time, the forces of the world would join forces, under the name of killing evil soul masters, and the female pope would not be able to protect herself.
Even if he could, Luo Fanchen didn't want to hurt the other party because of his own selfish desires.
It's a pity for the second prince's wind and thunder white tiger, and it's a pity for the Great Sun Candlelight.
Ah!!
Luo Fanchen didn't even pick up the soul bone,
If he picked it up, the nature of killing Huang Yan would change, and it would become because of greed, so he killed people for treasure.
He Luo Fanchen didn't care about the stigma,
but he cared about the reputation of the female pope. At that time, someone would spread rumors that Di Weiyang protected a villain who killed people for treasures, and her reputation would inevitably be damaged.
After Luo Fanchen stepped down,
"Shua!"
The finals were about to begin, and suddenly a terrifying figure appeared in the arena, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and rushed onto the stage at the first opportunity...