Star Entertainment City.
In the spacious venue, the atmosphere was so intense that it threatened to knock off the roof.
The bright beams of light illuminated the high platform in front, and the beautiful singing sounded throughout the venue, pushing the atmosphere to one climax after another.
The audience was crowded, and people looked up at the stage, mesmerized.
Jing Yingrong was squeezed here and there in the crowd. No matter where she was squeezed, there would always be a shadow stone flying towards her.
"Why do they always record mirrors?" Ji Yanzhu asked doubtfully.
Jijiebi: "It is said that in this kind of competition where there are live spectators, when recording, good-looking spectators will be selected and inserted into the frame. Maybe this is the reason."
Ji Sha Jian: "Aren't you letting them take advantage of it in vain? If you like recording so much, go to the stage and let them record to their full extent, so as not to be crowded here."
Ji Yanzhu: "This is very atmospheric! Hey, this one is better than the last one."
Jijie Pen: "The spiritual power is controlled well."
The people on the stage showed off their singing voices, while singing moving songs, while casting spells, using spiritual power to simulate the sounds of various musical instruments as accompaniment, and creating images around them that matched the lyrics and melody, making the entire singing stage look like The audience was even more immersed in the screening of a fairy tale.
After singing the song, the audience burst into applause and the cheers were deafening.
The singer bowed deeply to the people, and another person walked onto the singing stage from one side and said with a smile on his face:
"Thank you to contestant No. 17 Tong Yu for your wonderful performance. If you are satisfied with this performance, please inject spiritual power into the voting meter on your wrist and cast your precious vote!"
Jing Yingrong lowered her head and looked at her left wrist, which was wearing a thin, flat white bracelet with the words "Songs of the Red Dust" engraved on the surface.
As she injected spiritual power, the four words "Red Earth Song" shimmered one after another. When they all light up, the light flashes for a few times, then goes out and returns to its original state, which means the vote is complete.
Ji Sha Sword: "Why did you vote for everyone?"
Jing Yingrong: "Support me."
After ten breaths, the voting time ended, and the person who spoke just now, the emcee of the competition, invited the four judges from the judges' seats high above the stage to comment.
"Xiaoyu's performance this time was very good. Compared with last time, the improvement was obvious, especially in the control of spiritual power. There was no mistake like the last time when the illusion was incoherent, which gave me a great surprise. "
"I have different views from fellow Daoist Xu. Although Tong Yu's control of spiritual power has improved this time, the song itself was ignored and the emotional expression was not as good as last time. Well, this didn't impress me, which is a bit regretful."
"What Taoist Qin said makes sense. Tong Yu's performance this time can be described as flashy. This is a singing competition, so don't put the cart before the horse."
"I don't agree with your views. I have nothing to say. Just one sentence, impeccable. Yes, her performance was impeccable, that's it."
"Fellow Daoist Fei, you said the same thing to the last contestant. Why don't you try to change your words?"
"Because I am very satisfied with their performance, why should I change? You, Taoist Qin, have to find fault with every contestant in every performance. Don't you think you are too harsh?"
"I was..."
Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out in the judging panel, the emcee quickly interrupted:
"Next, let the contestants talk about their feelings. Come on, Xiaoyu, do you have anything to say?"
The singer named Tong Yu spoke slightly nervously: "I..."
A string of words that were very similar to those of previous contestants, thanking others for their support, talking about the hard work of practice, emphasizing his love for singing, and so on.
Ji Yanzhu: "The relationship between the judges is so bad. They quarrel all the time."
Jing Yingrong: "Fake."
"Eh?"
Jing Yingrong: "Most of them are lies."
Ji Yanzhu: “Oh—it turned out to be intentional!”
Ji Jie Bi: "Forcibly create a topic."
After Tong Yu finished her speech, she left the stage. The emcee continued the process and the next contestant came on stage.
After that, several contestants came on stage. Some were off-key at the beginning because they were too nervous, some made errors in their spells and the accompaniment was interrupted, some gave up the illusion due to lack of spiritual power, some completed the performance smoothly, and some Excellent performance and amazed the audience.
Jing Yingrong voted for everyone equally.
After all contestants have finished their performances, they enter the stage of announcing the votes.
"Everyone is friendly, this is the 'Red Dust Song' 30 to 15 finals. Thank you Tianbao Pavilion for your strong support for this game! With Tianbao trading, everything goes well. If you want to buy a magic weapon, choose Tianbao!
Okay, now the live votes of the thirty contestants for this competition are announced. The twelve with the highest votes will directly enter the next competition, and the remaining three places will be selected by the four judges from among the others. Please look up! "
Everyone looked up and saw a light screen appearing above, with the number of each contestant and the number of votes received appearing on the screen.
After a brief period of silence, a cacophony of words broke out.
"Why is Yuan Minying's vote count so low? He obviously sings very well!"
"Shang Lingyi actually got more votes than Qiao Mu. Is it a mistake?"
"Tian Jingheng's cultivation level is so small that he can't even create illusions. How can he be worthy of being among the top twelve?"
"Hey, you, what's wrong with your low cultivation level? This is not a human race exchange conference. You just need to sing well!"
"Luo Zhen passed by just like the one who turned fifty into thirty. What a coincidence. I heard that he is the disciple of a certain powerful man. Is it true?"
"Who is No. 7? What did he sing? Why don't I remember it?"
Jing Yingrong looked at the excited people around her and silently walked towards the exit of the venue.
The emcee wiped his sweat amid the commotion and asked the judges to name the candidates for the remaining three places.
As soon as the promotion list was confirmed, the conflicts on the scene immediately escalated.
"There is a problem, there is definitely a problem, the votes are definitely fake!"
"How could Tan Yi get in?! When you recruited the audience, you deliberately found a bunch of her supporters, right?!"
"How was No. 9 chosen by the judge? Did he use the spirit stone?"
"What do you know? Although he is not the best, he is always improving!"
"It's just, haven't you seen how hard he works!"
"No matter how hard you try, it will still sound bad if it sounds bad."
"How presumptuous! You, a mere Qi-refining junior, dare to talk back to me?"
"Hey, foundation building is amazing!"
"What's wrong with the foundation building? I'm building the foundation too. Who's afraid of whom? Come and show off!"
Jing Yingrong took off the voting device from her wrist and put it into the cabinet at the door. The moment she stepped out of the venue door, violent spiritual energy fluctuations burst out behind her.
The next moment, a strong coercion swept across the entire venue. It was probably the monk who was invited by the organizer of the competition and finally took action.
Jing Yingrong didn't care how this chaos ended. She had already walked to the street and headed towards the center of Star Entertainment City.
These days, she has been shopping around Xingyu City, and it’s time to enter the mountain gate of Shijue Mansion.
