The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Because of Qin Zhimu's relationship, he also has a sense of belonging to Qin Chao.

But now, in this grand ranking event that originally belonged to the Taixuan Seven Kingdoms, there is not even a place for the monks of the Qin Dynasty to stand.

Even if there is really no one from the Qin Dynasty to participate in this ranking this time, as a subdivided dynasty of the Burning Flame Valley, there should be a seat.

It is not a question of more or less, but of having and not having.

This shows that for the Qin Dynasty, even the most basic respect has not been obtained.

While Lin Yuan was still watching, a blazing blue flame suddenly exploded from the sky above the sword nest.

The uproar of voices subsided, and everyone raised their eyes subconsciously.

Chapter 122 Qin State... Nobody?

All eyes were on the blue flames that suddenly exploded in the sky.

The flames in the air seem to be dancing like butterflies, turning leisurely, which is very beautiful from a distance.

But the terrifying spiritual pressure contained in it exudes a suffocating sense of burning heat and oppression.

As the air wave rises, one can actually feel that the space is swallowed up into nothingness.

The faces of some people with a slightly lower level of spiritual pressure on the field turned red instantly.

The blood in his whole body was almost boiled and burned by this flame.

In the flames, dozens of figures emerged.

They lingered in the sky and slowly landed on the rostrum in the center of the sword nest.

On the rostrum, elders, princes and princesses from other six countries were already present.

On a seat near the center of the seats, there was a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious imperial robe and a golden crown on his head.

He looks about 40 years old, with a majestic complexion, no smile, and an invisible imperial pressure between his brows.

This is the current emperor of the Qi Dynasty, King Qi Min.

However, there were still thirteen seats vacant at the center of the rostrum.

Obviously, this shows that the masters of the thirteen seats are more honorable than the emperor.

And their masters are precisely these people who suddenly emerged from the flames and made a high-profile appearance.

The blazing blue flames dissipated, and thirteen figures were seated on the rostrum.

Among these people, twelve are quite prestigious elder-level figures in the Fencang Flame Valley.

Beside the heroic man in the middle, with clean skin and no beard, who looked like he was 50 years old at most, stood a young man who looked like he was in his twenties.

The young man had a slight smile on his face, he was like a jade crown, he was wearing a pale blue robe, and he was shaking a jade fan leisurely in his hand.

There was an innate arrogance in his eyes, and an unruly look on his face that didn't put anyone in his eyes.

Lin Yuan looked up, Gu Jing's gaze suddenly fluctuated violently.

Because he saw the three large or small blue flame emblems on these people.

His expression froze for an instant, and then became ferocious for an instant.

The original soft and indifferent look disappeared, replaced by a strong intertwined anger and hatred.

He clenched his hands, his knuckles crackling.

Every muscle on the face was twitching, and even the whole body was trembling in this monstrous hatred.

Those three bright flame marks were like three sharp knives, piercing Lin Yuan's heart fiercely.

Let the resentment that is about to explode in his mind, and a beast desire to kill.

He will never forget, and he will never forget.

The life trajectory that changed his whole life when he was young, the killing night that destroyed everything and made him drift to such a situation.

The blue flame flower carved in the deepest part of his soul is exactly the same as these people!

The hatred and murderous aura were completely revealed, and the instant change and terrifying momentum actually made the air around Lin Yuan's body cool down in an instant.

On the rostrum far away from here.

Everyone in Fencangyan Valley who arrived so late frowned slightly.

They were keenly aware of the killing intent thrown at them, and they looked at Lin Yuan's direction.

Lin Yuan leaned sideways against the wall, hiding in the shadows under the auditorium without showing his figure.

He took back all the qi machines released in time, concealed the spiritual pressure, and did not let these people from Fencangyan Valley find out.

He took a deep breath, collected his mind, and calmed down his breath.

The current him has absolutely no ability to fight against this behemoth.

Before gaining a force strong enough to be on an equal footing with it, one must not rashly cause trouble.

The moment the other people present saw the flame symbol, they all knew that these people were elders and disciples from the Holy Land of Supreme Profound——Fencang Flame Valley.

For them, the Emperor is already an unattainable existence.

And the status of these people from Burning Cangyan Valley far exceeds that of emperors.

The Taixuan Seven Kingdoms are all seven dynasties entrusted by the Holy Land and are directly controlled by them.

Qi, Chu, Yan, Zhao, Han, Wei, and Qin seemed to be the power of a dynasty that dominated one territory, with supreme majesty.

But as long as the Holy Land wants to, even if it completely destroys a dynasty under its enfeoffment, it is just a trivial matter.

The one who truly dominates the Taixuan Sanctuary is the Holy Land that is far above the seven dynasties, the Fencangyan Valley.

He is also the owner of the Fencang Flame Valley, the Supreme Profound Sage Lord, the Emperor Zhou.

So even if it's just any character in Fencang Flame Valley, it can make the entire Taixuan Sanctuary tremble three times.

Even the emperors of the Seven Kingdoms had to be respectful when they saw it.

Not to mention that these people are obviously extraordinary.

The thirteen people in front of them just stood together without showing any signs of expression, but that coercive aura had already enveloped the entire sword nest.

Let the millions of people present feel an extremely heavy suffocation.

These elders are all spiritual monks who have surpassed the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

With these figures from the Holy Land sitting in charge of this grand event, no one would dare to make another mess.

Following the arrival of the honored guests from Fencang Flame Valley, King Qi Min stood up together with other people on the rostrum, saluted respectfully, and greeted them reverently.

The elders and disciples of Fencang Flame Valley have always relied on their identities, and they would not appear on stage unless it was at the last moment of the opening ceremony.

But even so, no one present dared to have any dissatisfaction and complaints against them, let alone offend them.

On the contrary, there is only a kind of great honor for the arrival of distinguished guests.

Standing far away, Lin Yuan couldn't hear what the people on the rostrum said. It was nothing more than some polite words of welcome.

Judging from the picture on the copper coffin, one can only see the people from the Six Kingdoms respectfully nodding and bowing in front of the elders and disciples of Fencangyan Valley with compliments and joy on their faces.

The most important people finally arrived, and there was silence in the sword nest, and no one dared to make a loud noise.

This seven-nation ranking event has finally come to the moment when everyone is looking forward to it.

Following the gesture of the middle-aged elder in the middle, the young disciple standing beside him nodded and flew up.

The soaring flames ignited from his feet, and his figure flew to the main arena in the center of the arena.

All eyes were on this young disciple from Fencang Flame Valley.

He looks young, but he can sit on an equal footing with the elders of Fencang Flame Valley, who the hell is he?

"My next son, Yan Yangye, is the son of Taixuan, and I am honored to meet the young hero in the world of Taixuan Sanctuary."

The young man looked in all directions, spoke proudly, and delivered a speech in the name of Fen Cang Yan Gu.

"On behalf of Fencangyan Valley, I would like to thank all the monks who have worked tirelessly and traveled thousands of miles to come to Daqi Luojing and participate in the ranking of the Seven Kingdoms in my Taixuan Sanctuary..."

Yan Yangye was still talking, but the audience behind each seat had already exploded, making earth-shattering noises.

"Sage Son of Taixuan? It turned out to be the legendary Son of Taixuan?!"

The crowd shouted, the girl screamed, and the huge sound shook Lin Yuan's eardrums in the audience.

It is enough to see the high status and prestige of the Taixuan Shengzi in the hearts of monks from the Seven Kingdoms.

But this is also natural.

Lin Yuan had heard Qin Zhimu introduce this Taixuan Shengzi.

He is the son of Yan Yangyan, the great elder of Fencangyan Valley, and he has been poured a lot of resources into cultivating him.

At only 25 years old, he is already at the peak of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and his strength is comparable to Li Hongzhang, the Great Elder of the Qing Clan.

His amazing talent can be described as unparalleled in the world, and he was named the Son of Taixuan by the Holy Lord Zhou Tianzi.

Really, the No.1 of the younger generation in Taixuan Sanctuary.

After Yan Yangye finished his self-introduction and polite speech, the middle-aged man in the middle of the rostrum flew up.

A vast spiritual pressure like a sea of ​​fire descended from the sky, covering the entire arena.

This middle-aged man is none other than the Great Elder of Fen Cang Yan Valley, Yan Yangyan, the pinnacle of the ninth rank of the Venerable.

Even the Great Elder of Fencang Flame Valley came here in person, which is enough to see that the Holy Land has really paid great attention to this session of the Seven Nations Ranking.

After Yan Yangyan introduced the competition system rules and ranking rewards in detail, he announced loudly.

"The auspicious time has come, the old man announces that this year's Taixuan Seven Kingdoms Ranking Tournament will officially begin!"

As the voice of peace and majesty spread throughout the arena, the huge sword nest, which was aroused by the ranking reward just now, returned to silence.

Those figures that shuttled in the sky also stopped one after another.

I saw Yan Yangyan waved his big hand, and a ball of dazzling fire flashed across.

Suddenly, a huge red spirit stone appeared in the center of the main battle platform.

"A total of 24 monks from the seven countries participated in this ranking tournament. According to the competition requirements, all participants must be under the age of 20."

Yan Yangyan said loudly.

"If you do not meet the following conditions, you will be disqualified immediately!"

"Now, in the order of the last seven countries' ranking, invite contestants from all countries to come on stage and conduct spiritual pressure and age tests."

Qualification test, this is the last necessary process of the opening ceremony of each seven-nation ranking.

One purpose is to show the spiritual pressure state of each contestant.

This also facilitates a rough forecast of the schedule.

And the more important purpose is to filter out cheating situations that would falsely report age and pretend to be fake.

Of course, the seven kingdoms of Taixuan are well aware of the rules of the competition, and they have ruled out such situations when they were selecting their disciples.

"First, Qi State!"

As Yan Yangyan's voice fell, several sword lights flickered at Qi Guo's seat at the same time.

Hundreds of disciples jumped high, or stepped on the spirit sword, or flew past, and landed on the main sword stage one by one.

The number of participating disciples is enough to account for one-third of the total number.

The national power of Qi is the strongest, and the comprehensive strength of young disciples is the strongest. Every record is basically the first among the seven countries.

Naturally, there are more entries.

On the contrary, the Qin Dynasty, which was at the end of the Seven Kingdoms, could only send ten disciples at most.

……

Wave after wave of participating disciples took the country as the unit and took the qualification test on stage one by one.

According to the reported results, most of the disciples are around 19 years old.

There are a small number of the following, and I have not seen one until now.

Moreover, the spiritual pressure realm of the contestants is all monks in the earth spirit realm.