Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

The voice of people, the shadow of the tree, Cheng Qiming came out of nowhere, the momentum was unprecedented, bringing suffocating oppression to everyone, and ordinary people could not even face him squarely.

"Don't even look, everyone get ready, come with me!"

At this moment, a gentle sound was transmitted, but it violently shook the air, so that the air contained a force of qi and blood, and it was instantly oppressed.

Everyone turned their heads and saw an old man in his sixties standing at the door, raising his hands and feet, his temperament was natural and ethereal.

This was a grandmaster, and everyone's thoughts flowed in their minds, and they all left the window and obediently obeyed.

"Brother! Come on! When Jiang Hao left, Murong Xue cheered up vigorously and said, "Compare that Cheng Qiming and let him know that my brother is the best." "

When the people around heard Murong Xue's words, they all smiled faintly, only thinking that it was the little girl's innocent words, and they didn't take it as the same thing.

What kind of character is Cheng Qiming, how can you be defeated by a little-known person? Isn't genius inferior to dogs, and ghosts are everywhere?

Jiang Hao followed the old man, walked in the crowd, and through the long tunnel, his blood boiled more and more.

As he approached the scene of the game, the clearer shouts and cheers outside swept through all the space and continued to drill into his ears.

Just make him short of breath and his heart beating faster.

Not only him, everyone was nervous at the moment, but some people were trembling nervously, their faces were red, and they were shaky as if they were drunk, and they would fall down at any time.

The white light at the end of the tunnel is getting stronger and stronger.

In the end, Jiang Hao stepped into the white light, and was greeted by a surging cry, like a surging human head, densely packed and black.

"The 100-school league will be officially held in ten minutes." On the huge screen, the host stands on a high platform, holding a microphone and explaining.

"Now we have asked the referee of this competition..." The host paused, and finally roared loudly: "The Hong Zhen Hall Master from the Wuji Martial Arts Hall... Let us welcome him with warm applause. "

Almost at the moment when the host's voice fell, the applause of 100,000 people suddenly sounded in the entire huge competition venue, and the huge sound was even more boiling and turbulent, and the applause was like a tide, sweeping wave after wave.

In the warm applause of the people, the door behind the high platform was opened, and under the shooting of countless shots, Hong Zhen came out in a black suit and grandly.

Hong Zhen took the host's microphone, facing the countless live broadcast cameras, as well as the eyes of the 100,000 people in the audience, and couldn't help but say in an excited tone: "It's a pleasure to stand here as the chief referee of this competition, but I don't have much to say, just one word." "

His voice burst out suddenly, and a punch bombarded the sky overhead, directly bursting the speed of sound and roaring: "That's a hit!! Give me all your qi and blood, don't lie down if you can stand, don't bite him if you can bite him twice. "

His words stunned many people for a moment.

But in the next second, the entire venue erupted again, completely burning.

Simple and straightforward and crude words, but straight to the heart, no need for any big reason, just one word, hit ... The other party who beat him is convinced, and the other party who beats kneels and begs for mercy, crying and calling his mother.

In martial arts, fighting is qi and blood, fighting is a breath, not a performance, but a fight.

Boom, boom, rumble...

At this moment, the sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth suddenly resounded above people's heads, and countless people looked up and saw eleven people suspended in the sky.

These eleven people are high above, and their bodies are full of strong golden light, like eleven great suns, hanging from the sky, majestic and sacred, unattainable.

"Yes, yes, yes... It's the Quartet Town General. "

"I'm dripping obediently, the town will come to watch the ceremony, this... For the first time ever! "

"I feel that my blood is completely boiling, I can clearly feel that my blood is increasing, too excited, too excited, this will be the most spectacular 100-school league ever."

"The strongest martial arts hall master Hong Zhen personally participated, even the eleven Sifang Town generals gave face, and also came to watch the battle, under this stimulus, this year's Hundred Schools League will be fiercely fought."

"Crazy, crazy!! It's crazy, it's going to be the most terrifying fight ever. It's terrifying, oh my God! "

People talked about it, and the arrival of the eleven Sifang town generals once again pushed the atmosphere to an unimaginable height and broke through the ceiling of history.

At this time, the host who took the microphone, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and the excited microphone was almost unable to hold it, but he still shouted madly: "Next, there is the arrival of our Terran backbone, the eleven four-square town generals, let us cheer their arrival with even warmer applause." "

His voice had been deformed, but at this moment, no one paid attention to him, let alone prompted, and the atmosphere was pushed to a shocking height.

The crazy shouts of countless people made their voices hoarse, still shouting, venting, and crazy.

100,000 people, almost all crazy.

The eleven four-square town generals above their heads, like the eleventh day across the sky, shone on the earth, hanging high, majestic and solemn, giving everyone unprecedented peace of mind.

Time passed quietly, the crazy atmosphere did not diminish in the slightest, and ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

I don't know who started it, and the shouting gradually became one.

"Ten..."

"Nine..."

"Eight..."

"Seven..."

"Six..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

"I..."

When the last word fell, Jiang Hao breathed heavily, took his own number plate, and walked towards a small ring.

At this moment when the battle was about to begin, an even more magnificent roar, as if cutting the sky, passed from afar, vigorous, extremely loud.

As soon as people raised their heads, they saw a pillar of light descending from far away, falling above the sky and levitating, exuding an even more terrifying light.

The billowing hot breath, hundreds of meters in the air, impacting down, all make people feel hot.

The eleven Sifang Towns were in front of him, and the light seemed extremely dim, completely not on one level.

"Greetings to His Majesty the King."

In an instant, eleven magnificent and awe voices resounded almost at the same time, transmitted far away, resounding through the heavens and the earth, covering up the torrent of 100,000 people.