Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

The martial arts training platform had a result, and the crowd was in a state of excitement, but this result was not unexpected. Since Zhao Jing stood on the martial arts training platform, everyone already knew the final result of this so-called merit order.

After all, everyone knows that the Red Spirit Sect is the most powerful force on the field.

And the so-called order of seeking talents this time is actually nothing more than a martial arts competition to recruit relatives. It is just an ordinary martial arts competition. Maybe the champion will change hands, but this time it has decided who is the husband-in-law of Wang Tianquan, the love of Wang Qinger, the owner of the Wang family martial arts gym. ?
Zhao Jing, who had always been very concerned about Wang Qing'er, did not hesitate to pull on the tiger's skin of the Red Spirit Sect and openly said that anyone who robbed him would be an enemy of the Red Spirit Sect.

Although the Scarlet Spirit Sect is not very strong, it is considered to be among the best in the Great Deserted City. Apart from a few super first-class forces and a few top-notch first-class forces, there is no opponent.

Therefore, it is quite bluffing under the banner of Red Spirit Sect.

Wang Tianquan looked at Zhao Jing with an indescribably complicated expression.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, looked at Wang Qing'er beside him, and said, "You..."

Suddenly, he didn't know what to say for a while.

He couldn't say that he was satisfied with the result, but it wasn't bad either. He just said that it would hurt his precious daughter.

Wang Qing'er said: "It's okay, that's fine, it's always better to find someone who loves me."

Wang Tianquan heaved a long sigh when he heard the words, and immediately said solemnly: "Then I will announce the final result."

He walked slowly to the high platform.

Below, the bustling crowd calmed down immediately, and then countless eyes turned to Wang Tianquan, and many bold people quietly looked at Wang Qing'er.

hiss!
The more beautiful it looks.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, with a wicked heart but no guts, after all, the person who made a fuss before had been killed by Zhao Jing.

"I declare that Zhao Jing is the final winner."

Wang Tianquan's eyes fell on Zhao Jing, pointing to the Rebirth Knife and said, "I wonder if my little friend wants this saint-level spiritual weapon?"

When mentioning this saint-level spiritual weapon, countless fiery gazes stared at him, and his heart was extremely hot. If he was not an opponent, he would have to go forward to fight for it. After all, with this level of spiritual weapon, he can fight across classes.

Amid all the envy, Zhao Jing just shook his head, "Not interested."

Obviously, in his eyes, a delicate person is more attractive than a rusty old knife.

Wang Tianquan was not surprised at all, and said: "This time, apart from this saber of death, there is another meaning, that is, the Order of Seeking Talents has another meaning, and that is to undertake the important task of choosing a son-in-law for my little daughter of the Wang family."

As soon as this remark came out, it could be regarded as making it clear on the bright side.

It was just speculation before, or cryptic words, but now it is a final conclusion.

When the voice fell, it immediately caused a commotion.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes stared there, and countless fiery ones emerged.

Then Zhao Jing saw that the time had come, so he smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I'm not interested in that knife, but I have admired Miss Wang for a long time, I wonder if the owner of the pavilion is willing to part with her?"

Be polite.

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the arena.

"It depends on what the little girl wants." Wang Tianquan just smiled back politely, then looked at Wang Qing'er in the attic, and said, "Qing'er."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Qing'er instantly appeared on the martial arts training platform.

Following Wang Qinger's appearance, the climax in the arena came one after another, and the sound waves were like ocean waves, one after another, one after another, not to mention how lively it was.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Wang Qing'er, waiting for the latter's reply.

As long as Wang Qing'er nods her head, the marriage will be concluded.

Below, Wang Tianfeng watched with a blank expression on his face. He glanced at the sky and said, "Let you have the last carnival."

Wang Xidao: "Father, why haven't they come yet? Will something happen?"

"Don't worry, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. I've been waiting for decades, and it's still a day or two away." Wang Tianfeng said calmly.

At this moment, he felt like he had everything in his sleeves, as if he was playing with the whole world in the palm of his hand.

On the high platform, Zhao Jing also looked at Wang Qing'er full of hope, with a little fire in his eyes, as long as the latter nodded and could marry the woman he loves, then he would not live in vain in this life.

At this moment, Wang Qing'er had a polite smile on her face.

Her eyes subconsciously drifted to the distance, which was the direction of Qinglong Temple. When she looked back, her eyes were already peaceful, and she said: "I wish..."

bang
A loud noise went straight to the sky, shaking the mountains immediately, and the audience was in a panic for an instant.

In the center of the training ground, a huge skull suddenly appeared.

The sound just now was caused by this white skull.

"Northern Wilderness Demon Race..."

Seeing the highly symbolic sign, Wang Tianquan's complexion suddenly changed, and immediately became gloomy, subconsciously protecting Wang Qing'er behind him.

At the same time, countless figures rushed out, protecting the people on the high platform, with their knives and guns facing the outside, on guard.

In the auditorium, no one seemed to know what happened, so they couldn't help but look puzzled.

The shock just now did not cause substantial damage, but after the ground shook violently, it slowly stopped.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

From the inside of the white skull, there was a burst of cold laughter, from far to near, echoing in this world.

The next moment, the faces of countless people in the auditorium suddenly changed.

The sun was shining brightly, but after the laughter came out, it made people feel a little gloomy for no reason, and the hairs all over stood on end, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Then a black mist drifted past, and when it dissipated, a group of people appeared.

It was the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan headed by Mo Tianyun.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Mo Tianyun's sesame mung bean-sized eyes shone with a faint green light, and he looked at Wang Tianquan immediately, and said with a sneer.

Wang Tianquan's complexion changed suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, staring at those people, and said in a serious tone: "Beihuang Demon Clan, you are not welcome here, get out of here."

The spiritual power of the whole body swept out like a storm, and the powerful spiritual energy caused the world to twist violently.

"Wait for the irrelevant people to disperse as soon as possible, otherwise I will not be responsible for harming innocent people."

Mo Yuntian sneered and didn't care, then turned around and looked at the countless horrified eyes in the audience, and said.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a sensation in the auditorium, and the people who were sighing just now suddenly became energetic.

The so-called fighting between gods and gods is a disaster for fish in the pond.

No matter how weak the Wang family's martial arts school is, it is still something to look up to for people like them.

Once the Wang Family Martial Arts fights with the Northern Wilderness Demons, if a trace of power leaks out and hits them, it will be a fatal injury.

And Mo Yuntian's words saved their lives.

So, after a quarter of an hour, the crowded auditorium was empty, but there were still many brave people who secretly stayed to watch the excitement. After all, it is extremely rare for two major powers to fight bloody battles to the death.