Chapter 215, His Royal Highness Son! !
In fact, as early as in the morning, before the sun rose from the east, the specially transformed Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena had already welcomed an extremely large number of spectators.
Coming so early, the audience naturally didn't want to enter the venue early to grab a seat, because there is actually a special seat number behind each ticket to watch the game, so there is no such worry at all.
What these spectators really wanted was simply to hope that on the first day of the opening ceremony, they could see those participating young soul masters up close on the viewing platform.
Among them, naturally included many Huaichun girls. They heard that Dongqing would also participate in the opening ceremony, so they came to the Tiandou Great Soul Arena early.
They all have a dream in their hearts, a beautiful dream that often appears at night, this dream is very simple and beautiful, it is the story about the prince and Cinderella.
These Huaichun girls are Cinderella, and Dongqing is naturally the prince.
In addition to these Huaichun girls, they basically came for Dongqing, the holy son of the Wuhun Temple. There are also many sect forces and noble families in the Tiandou Great Soul Arena, and they come here specifically to recruit young talents.
Because the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition itself is the cradle of talent, not to mention the young soul masters who can break into the finals, even if they only pass the qualifiers, or just participate in the competition.
They or they are all nobles, and the objects of family competition.
Right now.
With the Tiandou Great Soul Arena as the center, almost one-third of the Tiandou City is an empty scene. Since about a few days ago, all the high-end hotels and ordinary hotels in the Tiandou City have already been completely exhausted. Full house.
This is probably the reason why Qian Renxue dragged Dong Qing to the outside of Tiandou City.
No one else, because there is really no place for them to freely express their desire to play stickers.
At the same time, due to the influx of outsiders, the population of Heaven Dou City increased by almost 150%.
From this we can see how attractive this Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is to the world.
Moreover, for the smooth progress of this competition, the royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire specially mobilized a total of 15,000 city defense troops to maintain order, thus avoiding riots as much as possible.
In the central competition area that can accommodate 80,000 people in the Tiandou Great Soul Arena, under the gaze of nearly 80,000 pairs of eyes, today's most important guests are about to appear.
They collectively held their breath, and they all wanted to talk about the real appearance of the legendary Holy Son of Wuhundian. After all, only portraits were circulated in the past. This was the first time that a real person appeared in front of so many people.
At this time, the young girls, young women, and middle-aged beauties in the watching stage all sincerely hope that this holy son of the Wuhun Temple is really as handsome and handsome as the rumors say, instead of being beautified by the Wuhun Temple.
"Da da da" dense footsteps sounded.
Dong Qing was followed by the Platinum Bishop Salas, and surrounded by dozens of elite guards of the Wuhun Hall, and stepped on the most central viewing platform at a slow pace.
"His Royal Highness Son!!"
"His Royal Highness, I want to give you a monkey."
"His Royal Highness, hug and hold high."
I don't know who spoke the first call, and then there was overwhelming cheers. They or they cheered collectively. The voices from 80,000 people were deafening, as if they were going to overturn the entire Great Spirit Arena.
Poets are respected no matter what world they are in, let alone a young poet like Dong Qing.
Now in any city or village in Douluo Continent, you don’t need to know the name of the Pope of Wuhundian, but if you don’t know the name of the Holy Son of Wuhundian, they will collectively look at you with contempt.
The halo of his own talent, the youngest soul king powerhouse in history, the halo of poet literature, the youngest teenage poet in history.
With the addition of double halos, plus the fact that the newspaper is under the control of Dongqing, the three daughters Mei Xiangxue, Li Yuemei, and Li Yuexian who are usually in charge of it often use this special tool to beautify Dongqing.
In this way, Dongqing's power of faith is growing explosively. Perhaps he only needs a few decades to complete the process of collecting the power of faith for thousands of years by other gods.
But now Dongqing has a very important problem to solve. Now 80,000 people are cheering non-stop below, and the opening ceremony of the qualifiers they messed up cannot proceed normally.
At this moment, they need to calm down, otherwise the subsequent qualifiers will not be able to proceed normally.
"Skyhorn Ant, possessed by a martial spirit." Dong Qing said lightly.
He completed the martial soul possession in an instant, a layer of light golden armor appeared on the surface of his body, and at the same time, directly above his forehead, a small horn like a lotus leaf protruded slowly.
What is the horn of the sky, wrestle with the sky.
This is the source of the celestial horns on the head of the astrohorned ants, the natal celestial horns with unlimited growth potential, and it is also a symbol of pure-blooded celestial horned ants.
The mysterious and simple strange patterns on the pale gold armor are dazzling. At the same time, the two long tentacles above his forehead dance with the wind from time to time, and his whole body always exudes an aura of supremacy in heaven and earth.
Boundless, barren, invincible.
The top predators from the Perfect Thousand World slowly appeared, and the pure blood of the ten fierce-level Skyhorn Ants began to show their majesty.
Suppression of momentum, suppression of blood,
Double suppression made the air of the 80,000 Great Soul Arena quiet for a while, and they all felt an indescribable suppression from Dong Qing.
This feeling seemed to come from the absolute suppression of high-level beings on low-level beings. Just when they thought it was over, five soul rings slowly hovered under Dong Qing's feet, proving that he was indeed a soul king. strong.
Purple, black, black, black, black.
Five circles of soul rings exuding terrifying energy, with the momentum of suppressing the audience, spun up and down Dongqing's waist non-stop.
Not to mention the purple soul ring in the middle, the four outermost black soul rings are very scary. You must know that Dong Qing is only a soul king, and already has four ten thousand year soul rings.
Maybe he is not as good as [Future Tang San] who can obtain a hundred thousand year spirit ring by sacrificing people around him in terms of spirit ring ratio, but at least he can grow in strength without sacrificing people around him.
After solving the cheers of 80,000 people on the viewing platform, Dong Qing slightly bowed to apologize, then released his martial spirit possession state, and walked slowly towards the center of the viewing platform.
In the center of the viewing platform of the Grand Fighting Soul Arena, there are three platinum chairs neatly placed, implying the supreme status, and two chairs have already been sat down.
Dong Qing's eyes were calm, and he looked up slowly.
Among the three platinum seats, in the middle, sat a majestic old man with a face like old bark, inlaid with dark and deep eyes.
He was wearing a golden-red imperial robe and an imperial crown. His face was calm, and his pale hair fell down like an old lion.
(end of this chapter)