God List: China's patron saint was exposed by her daughter

The press conference was arranged at the Cultivation Academy in Beijing. In the morning, when the sky was light, reporters carrying long guns and cannons had already appeared at the gate of the Cultivation Academy.

Today is the day when the Palace Mistress announces his identity to the whole world, and these journalists stayed up all night excitedly.

Before dawn, many people blocked the school gate.

This is not only because they want to grab a headline, but also because of their love and admiration for the legendary figure of the Palace Master.

They are not boys and girls, they are all in their thirties, they have family pressure, and they also have a clear understanding of society.

They don't know how to chase stars for a long time, but if the object is the Lord Palace Master, then each of them is a little fan and a little girl.

There was a huge crowd of people at the scene, and countless people rushed over. Most of them were not journalists or students of the Cultivation Academy.

They all came here to see the face of the palace lord. The first beam of light from the original sun shone through the heads of everyone, and some people looked into the distance belatedly.

He couldn't help but gasped. From his point of view, the crowd was already so crowded that there was no end in sight.

In the Cultivation Academy, all the students also woke up early. At this time, they felt lucky to be near the water.

They also saw the dense crowd outside the academy. At this time, as students of the Cultivation Academy, they felt a deep sense of superiority.

At least others are outside, they are inside.

If you are lucky, you might even see the Palace Master in person.

"You said we'll be lonely if we come here so early?" A well-built man scratched the back of his head and looked at the tall and thin man next to him.

"My lord, if you want to enter the Temple of War God, even if you don't go in, you have to fly in, right?"

Mu Weiqi rolled his eyes: "We've been waiting here before dawn, and the live broadcast time is [-]:[-] am. Even if you can't see the front of the Palace Master, just looking at the back is enough for you to be embarrassed."

Wu Gaoyang chuckled, the three of them were good buddies who lived in the same dormitory with Xia Haoxuan at the beginning, but after Xia Haoxuan's identity as the boss of Tianwu Palace was exposed, the contact between them and Xia Haoxuan was completely severed.

"You said, can the boss enter the Temple of War God?"

It was Xia Xiuwen who spoke. He looked at the gate of the God of War Temple with piercing eyes, and his mind was full of thoughts of sneaking in and taking a peek.

"Xia Haoxuan?" Mu Weiqi was stunned: "The boss has been making a lot of noise recently, this time the Palace Master will hold a press conference, more or less has something to do with him."

"Do you think the boss is really the son of the palace lord?"

Wu Gaoyang lowered his voice. He has a carefree personality, but it doesn't mean he's stupid.

Naturally, he didn't dare to talk about such matters of criticizing the Palace Mistress.

Even the boss, who is suspected to be the heir of the palace lord, was exposed on the Internet because he stole the mask of the palace lord. If a small person like him is picked up by the Internet, he will die to nothing.

The three of Mu Weiqi lowered their heads, you look at me, I look at you, the fire of gossip is burning.

When the three of them were whispering together, a palm was slapped on Wu Gaoyang's back, which made him tremble all over.

"What are you talking about?"

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, and Mu Weiqi suddenly showed shock.

"Boss, you actually showed up so grandly?"

"What's your name?"

Xia Haoxuan glared at him: "Do you think I'm a street rat?"

"Your current situation is almost the same."

Wu Gaoyang grinned and laughed, and then stretched out his hand to give Xia Haoxuan a bear hug: "Boss, you haven't contacted us for so long, I thought you didn't want our three brothers anymore."

"What are you doing blocking the door with so many people?"

Xia Haoxuan gave the three of them a hug one by one, and asked.

"Wait, Lord Palace Master." Wu Gaoyang looked at Xia Haoxuan: "Is he your old man? Why don't you take us in and see?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Mu Weiqi, as the young master of a big family in the capital, naturally has taboos about many things: "This is the Temple of War God, even if the boss has an unusual status, if you want to bring someone in, it will be worse than ascending to the sky." Disaster."

"Look at the thousands of media outlets and thousands of reporters out there. In the end, only ten people were selected to enter the Temple of War to interview the Palace Master."

"I just said it casually..." Wu Gaoyang looked at Xia Haoxuan: "Boss, don't mind."

"What do you care about?"

Xia Haoxuan nodded indifferently, hugged the shoulders of the two of them from left to right, and then looked at Xia Xiuwen: "Xiuwen follows, the boss will take you to join in the fun."

"Really... Really go in?"

Wu Gaoyang stammered, even though he said he wanted Xia Haoxuan to take him in, but he knew in his heart that this was definitely impossible.

Even if Xia Haoxuan is really the son of the palace lord, now that Xia Haoxuan got into a mess, the palace lord is wiping his ass inside, and now he brings his brother into the Temple of War God, the palace lord will definitely take his anger out on him.

"We... still won't go in, shall we?"

Xia Xiuwen's personality is calmer, so he naturally doesn't want to see Xia Haoxuan being taught a lesson by the palace lord.

"Do not worry…"

Xia Haoxuan circled the necks of several people and walked towards the Temple of War God.

Standing at the gate of the God of War Temple are two cultivators of the Longshuai period, both of whom are disciples of Tianwu Palace.

Although they haven't seen Xia Haoxuan's real face, word has been passed down from above that Xia Haoxuan is not allowed to stop him from entering the Temple of War God today.

Therefore, when the two cultivators saw the four people fighting, they did not prevent them from entering the Temple of War.

Until Xia Haoxuan led them into the main hall of the God of War Temple, Wu Gaoyang still felt unreal.

They just entered the Temple of War God in such a grand manner?

"I think it's better for us to go out. Today is the first time that the Palace Master will appear at the press conference. It's not appropriate for us to be there." Mu Weiqi showed a tangled expression. He felt a lot of pressure.

It is more suitable for him to look up at him from a distance.

"What's inappropriate?"

Xia Haoxuan glanced at the time on the communicator, and it was eight o'clock in 3 minutes.

With a flash of light in his hand, a golden mask appeared.

"This...is this the Palace Master's mask?"

Xia Xiuwen gasped, secretly thinking that Xia Haoxuan was so courageous that he dared to steal this kind of thing to play with.

"Boss, you haven't returned the mask to the Palace Master yet?"

"Repay what?"

Xia Haoxuan put the mask on his face slowly, the golden mask was like flowing golden water, tightly fitting on his face.

"I... am the Master of Tianwu Palace..."

"Xia Haoxuan..."