In the palace, a graceful and noble figure couldn't help but tremble, and the aura around the beautiful woman in the palace dress suddenly roared.
Feng Qingwu's expression changed slightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with light. She exuded supreme coercion, but the faces of the palace maids beside her changed drastically.
"Queen," the palace maids felt as if invisible mountains were crushing their bodies, and they all knelt down and worshiped in front of Feng Qingwu.
They couldn't help but shout in fear. But that graceful and noble figure said nothing, with a majestic and domineering light flowing in her beautiful eyes.
"That's it, all of you, please step aside." Feng Qingwu waved her hand and dismissed the group of palace maids who were kneeling in front of her.
At this moment, her face was gloomy and her eyes were flickering. She slowly stood up and came to the dangerous railing in front of the tall building.
Through her faint gaze, she looked towards the prosperous imperial capital. At this moment, Feng Qingwu was in a state of confusion. She naturally knew that the Phoenix Fire Flame Essence in Ding Xiaoyi's body had been refined.
And she also knew that refining the Phoenix Fire Flame Essence had to go through a special process. That process involves intercourse and fusion with a woman, but she doesn't know who that woman is.
"I didn't expect that you actually refined the Phoenix Fire Flame Essence. That's all. Could this be fate's arrangement? Who are you? I really want to meet you." Feng Qingwu's eyes were deep and sharp, her expression Gloomy but tender, she couldn't help but murmur to herself.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and Fanyin Mountain seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful divine light. The colorful fog turned into a hazy fairy spirit and enveloped Fanyin Mountain.
On this day, the Jiange in Fanyin Mountain ushered in a once-in-ten event. That is the Tianjiao Sword Contest, also known as the Sword Pavilion's Sword Contest.
Xue Ningshang's beautiful eyes wandered, she wanted to find that familiar figure among the crowd. But to her disappointment, she did not see her familiar figure among the crowd.
Next to Xue Ningshang stood a girl in an apricot yellow dress with clear eyes. Next to the girl in an apricot yellow dress stood a girl in black clothes with a cold face.
"Sister Xue, why hasn't Ding Xiaoyi come yet? Registration is about to start." The ancient elf couldn't help but ask Xue Ningshang.
There was no emotion on Ye Qingqing's face beside her, and she had no interest in Jiange's Tianjiao Competition.
Several familiar figures appeared in the crowd, and a bitter look appeared on Xue Ningshang's face. The sword peaks of the sword pavilion guard a piece of jade palace, and there is a wide square in this jade palace. In the square, there are several battle platforms several feet high.
This is the venue for the Jiange Tianjiao Competition. At this time, the square is surrounded by dignitaries from the imperial capital.
There are strong men from the imperial palace, from various families in the imperial capital, and from other sword cultivators in Dayong.
"Boom...", the ground shook, and a luxurious chariot appeared in the sky. In front of the war chariot, several mysterious beasts wearing mysterious light armor roared towards them.
In the imperial capital, only Emperor Yong had the qualification to ride in a mysterious beast chariot. There were several mysterious guards standing around the mysterious beast chariot. Their eyes were sharp and cold, and their faces showed no emotion.
The figure of an old man in green clothes led the peak masters of the sword pavilion up into the air to greet the mysterious beast war chariot that roared in waves.
The leader was Ye Ran, the master of the sword pavilion, and the peak masters of other sword peaks followed closely behind the old man in green.
Jiange leader Ye then led everyone in Jiange to the sky above the square, and the war chariot stopped above the square.
"Welcome to His Majesty Emperor Yong", the voice of the headmaster of Jiange came out like spring rain. There was a unique charm in his voice, and it flowed silently into the ears of every sword cultivator.
The voice was neither loud nor weak, and could be clearly transmitted into the ears of every sword cultivator. Emperor Yong stood on the chariot, he was majestic and domineering, and his whole body was filled with an awe-inspiring scornful temperament.
The way he moved his hands and feet exuded an aura that was irresistible. He stood on the chariot, looking down at the entire square like a god.
His eyes narrowed and he glanced across the huge square. Next to Emperor Yong stood a beautiful woman in a palace dress. The beautiful woman in a palace dress turned her eyes and passed over Xue Ningshang and others one by one.
But she didn't find Ding Xiaoyi. Queen Feng Hong frowned slightly. She couldn't even feel any breath from Ding Xiaoyi, nor could she even feel the breath from Feng Huo Yanjing.
"Master Ye, you're welcome. I'm just here to join in the fun." Emperor Yong said politely to Master Jiange.
The masters of the sword peaks saluted Emperor Yong one by one, and Emperor Yong responded one by one.
"Your Majesty, please come with me. The Tianjiao Competition has not started yet." The headmaster of Jiange said politely to Emperor Yong, who also nodded in agreement.
Qionglou Yuyu, the rays of light are like a hat. Emperor Yong took Feng Qingwu and flew towards the Qiong Tower guarded by the peaks of the Jiange Pavilion. The war chariot mysterious beast instead let out bursts of roars. Everyone looked up at the war chariot stopped high in the sky and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The formation is different when Emperor Yong appears. With Emperor Yong's cultivation strength, he didn't actually need to ride in a chariot. However, in order to show respect for Jiange, Emperor Yong took a ride on the mysterious beast chariot representing the Yong royal family.
Several guards commanded the chariot to turn around and head towards the palace, leaving traces of galloping mysterious beasts in the sky.
Although there was a mountain-protecting sword formation above the Sword Pavilion, the palace chariots could come from the air at will, which shows the noble status of Emperor Yong.
After the mysterious beasts disappeared, everyone came back to their senses. The first step of the Jiange Tianjiao Competition is to register. Although the Jiange Tianjiao Competition has been selected every time, this time the Tianjiao Competition is to select the sword leader.
The sword head is a candidate for the sword master. The sword head may become the sword head master, and the sword head will be fully trained by Jiange until he becomes the sword head master.
The battle for the sword master is also the battle for the master. Although the sword debate conference is held every ten years, there is only one sword master in each session.
As for who will take the final position as the leader, it can only be a competition between the sword leaders. Emperor Yong would attend every Tianjiao banquet on time. In addition to being invited by Jiange, Emperor Yong also had his own plans.
Emperor Yong was surrounded by the master of Jiange and the peak masters of Jianfeng and entered the Qionglou Yuyu. The elders below the square announced the start of registration.
The disciples of Jiange swarmed towards the elders. There were thousands of disciples of Jiange, and it would take a day or two to register.
Xue Ningshang searched for Ding Xiaoyi among the crowd, but she found nothing. The ancient elves also had anxious expressions on their faces, but Ye Qingqing had an indifferent expression.
Ding Xiaoyi's non-participation in the Tianjiao Competition does not seem to have anything to do with her. She came to Jiange just to open her eyes.
"Your Majesty Yong Huang, I don't know who your Majesty will win to become the first swordsman this time." The master of Jiange's eyes flashed with exquisite eyes, and he asked Emperor Yong with a smile.
Emperor Yong raised his eyes, trying to see something on the old fox's face. But to his disappointment he saw nothing.
"Let's see, there may be some unexpected surprises this time," Emperor Yong couldn't help but said perfunctorily while sipping the spiritual tea filled with spiritual energy.
Ye Ran's eyes narrowed slightly. As the leader of swordsmanship in the world, Jiange can be said to be on par with the Dayong royal family.
Although Jiange never interferes with the affairs of the royal family, the Dayong royal family is also extremely wary of the existence of Jiange.
Although there are Shushan Star Tower and Military Academy in the imperial capital, Jiange disciples are spread all over the world, and Jiange's power is growing day by day. Emperor Yong is extremely afraid of Jiange.
"How did your majesty know that there was an unexpected surprise? Could it be that your majesty already had a candidate in mind." The headmaster of Jiange took a sip of the spiritual tea in the exquisite tea cup and asked Emperor Yong again.
"Master Ye is joking. They are all disciples of the pavilion participating in the competition. How could I know?" Emperor Yong said perfunctorily.
Feng Qingwu on the side had beautiful eyes. She felt really uncomfortable sitting with these old foxes.
"You old foxes, none of you are willing to tell the truth. I'm going out for a walk." The queen said to everyone unceremoniously, and everyone was neither annoyed nor angry.
It seems that he has become accustomed to the queen's behavior. Peak Master Xuan Shuang stood up and walked out of the Jiange reception hall with the queen.
She followed the queen, only half a body away from her.
