Chapter 1165 Alan went crazy again
It took a long time for Zhu Lin to regain his consciousness. He took a deep breath and gave Zhu Hui an order, "Stand back, and let Your Excellency Beitinghuang go first!"
Everyone was at a loss, and it took Zhu Hui a long time to wake up. He followed the instructions mechanically, pulled the carriage back to make room, and waited for Bei Tinghuang's carriage to go first.
The carriage slowly got on the road leading to the square in the city. When the two carriages were closest to each other, there was almost half a foot between Bei Tinghuang and Zhu Lin, Bei Tinghuang smiled with a ray of divine light There was a flash in her eyes, "Your Excellency Zhu Lin, our real battlefield is at the alchemy conference!"
Facing such a Beitinghuang, for some reason, Zhu Lin felt an urge to try. Just a second ago, he was afraid of Beitinghuang's reputation ten thousand years ago, but at this moment, facing Beitinghuang's provocation, he thought of himself With the magic weapon in his hand and his own strength, he was full of confidence, "That's right, our real battlefield is at the alchemy conference!"
With Zhu Lin's concession, the rest of the journey went very smoothly. Seeing Bei Tinghuang's carriage approaching, the people on the road stepped aside before the carriage approached, waiting for the carriage to pass.
The city square is in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion. It is a huge circular square with steps going down. In the middle stands a statue of the God of Judgment. The God of Judgment holds the scepter of judgment in his hand. The steps are very high, and the statue is much higher than the ground. So that everyone can see it from a long distance.
If he hadn't met Minghong face to face, Bei Ting Huang would probably have to imagine whether the God of Judgment was built on the basis of the Creator God. It can be seen that after seeing Ming Hong, Bei Tinghuang realized that this so-called Judgment God was the Great Supreme of the Spiritual God Clan, and he used it to collect the power of faith to make himself a so-called god.
Many people have already arrived at Beitinghuang. The alchemist union and the city lord's mansion of Danska City have organized a large team to maintain order and welcome the alchemists who came to participate in the competition.
In this Alchemy Conference, all alchemists participating in the competition are restricted to less than 30 years of age. Before entering the arena, an age test is required.
Mo Li personally picked Bei Tinghuang up, and was about to take Bei Tinghuang to the passageway to enter the venue, when he saw a person rushing towards this side like a gust of wind. Wearing a dirty robe whose color can no longer be discerned, a golden alchemist badge on the chest, the level of a fourth-grade alchemist, messy hair, originally stuck with a chopstick, the hair fell out too much, the chopsticks It's shaky, ready to fall down at any moment.
This man rushed in front of Bei Tinghuang, and suddenly pulled the hair covering his face, who is it not Ailan?
Before Bei Tinghuang could react, this guy knelt down straight towards Bei Tinghuang, crying for a while, with tears and snot like rain, "Teacher, you can't do this, the students didn't do anything wrong. Wrong, how can you just let the students go? It's not the fault of the students that they can't refine the magic pill. No students..."
Damn it! What is rhythm?
After crying, a person with the strength of the Spiritual Sect, even if he didn't bless his Yuanli, how full of energy he had, the entire scene of the alchemy conference fell silent all of a sudden. Everyone's eyes turned to this side one after another. An old man who looked like he was half buried in the ground, kneeling and prostrating to a fourteen or fifteen year old boy was already very frightening. It broke out the cold sweat on everyone's body.
(end of this chapter)