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"Brother, calm down! Calm down!"

Sean swore that he had never encountered such a horrible thing in his life, and he was so scared that he lost his microphone and held the samurai's hand tightly with both hands.

This Japanese warrior is really not a joke. He really needs to be a septum if he says he is a septum, and his style of doing things is too unreasonable.

"Then will you ask?" The warrior raised his head, his eyes filled with vicissitudes and despair, as if he had experienced great humiliation and torture. This scene really scared Sean again.

"I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore this time." Sean sweated coldly. How dare he ask any more this time? The other party will die for him in minutes. You can't kill someone just because of a problem, right?

Hearing Sean's answer, the warrior's hand holding the knife finally relaxed.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, carefully took the knife down, and then carefully inserted it back into the scabbard. Then he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, waved his hands a few times, and left the group of contestants who were suffering from setbacks.

He dared not interview this news again.

Seeing this scene, the audience was also a little confused.

This Japanese warrior is really cruel to him. It's terrible. It's really terrible. It's said that some Japanese people have a bit weird personality, but they didn't expect it to be so weird.

"quiet!"

Seeing that the contestants had already assembled, Super League President Emmons shouted, and his voice seemed to be rolling in thunder, sweeping the entire audience.

The noisy crowd of people in the entire venue suddenly became quiet.

As an S-level powerhouse, Emmons, in the Chinese state, is a legendary figure like a land god. Every one in history is a person standing at the top of the world.

The gap is far from comparable to players of A-level or even A-level.

Those who can reach level A are all prides of heaven in one field, but these prides of heaven who reach level A are most likely to never touch the edge of S-level in their lifetime.

S-level is like a chasm, separating the distance between heaven and earth.

When you reach the S level, what you need to control is no longer simply extraordinary abilities, but various laws that are constantly operating between the world.

Once you master the power of a certain law, a person like Super League President Emmons can be majestic and domineering even with a shout. Every move can trigger the power of heaven and become natural.

If we really start, it will be the power of moving mountains and filling the seas, and in ancient times they will even be worshipped like gods.

Such strength is also the highest realm that Wang Yan has always yearned for and longed for.

"No, the newcomers in this competition are really good."

Emmons stood at the front of the rostrum, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a starry sky robe that was as smooth as dense silk, swinging slightly in the wind, and the starlight was crystal clear between the corners of his clothes. The powerful momentum of the S-level powerful man was undoubtedly revealed at a moment.

He lowered his eyes, as if he was looking down at the entire venue below.

He was very satisfied with the contestants of this year, regardless of their personal qualities or the number of qualifiers. Although there were only about 800 contestants who participated in the competition, they finally insisted on completing the competition, but it was far beyond his expectations.

It seems that this global Youth Superpower Conference, with the largest number of participants in history, is finally going to be realized under his command.

As long as this conference is completed as smoothly as he expected, he will definitely be famous in history and Starry Sky Academy will definitely get the opportunity to rise again.

At this point, he was not only a bit heroic, but also looked like a kind elder, sweeping over the contestants gathered in the center of the venue.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank and his heart tightened.

"It's him!"

It turned out that when Emmons glanced over the gathering area of ​​the National African Bureau, he happened to see Wang Yan, who had already changed into a simple T-shirt, talking and laughing with the people around him in a low-key manner.

Can this erotic guy who is causing trouble for the wind and rain be low-key?

He didn't believe him if he beat him to death!

Even though he is in a state of mind, he is wondering when he sees Wang Yan that he is so capable of causing trouble. He is really a master and a disciple he teaches.

If you don’t think of some solutions, you might make a mistake next time.

"It's just that, it's difficult." Emmons sighed. He, the president of the Super League, the organizer of this competition, and one of the members of the Global Disaster Resistance Committee, had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Hu..." Emmons breathed deeply, calmed down, and returned to his previous majesty.

After looking at all the contestants, he opened his voice and announced: "All players who have completed the qualifying competition will receive a D-level essence provided by the competition group! The top 300 players who advanced will receive a C-level essence!"

After hearing this news, most of the players who completed the qualifiers were very happy. The D-level essence is also a considerable asset for some superpowers who are still in the C-level stage.

The key is that as long as the qualifiers are completed, there will be rewards. Where can I find this good thing?

And those players who did not persist all regretted it because no matter what, once they gave up, there would be nothing left.

Emmons ignored the boiling excitement under the venue and continued to announce: "The top three in the qualifiers will reward one piece of holy equipment or equivalent materials for the competition group! The fourth to ninth place will reward one piece of holy equipment or equivalent materials for the second holy equipment! The host will announce below that the top three hundred in this qualifiers will be in the top three."

"Wow!"

When I heard this news, the entire venue suddenly became excited.

"Holy weapon! I have never seen a holy weapon in my life!"

"Oh my God, is this going to be a big bleeding in the competition group? If you exchange it within the organization, how many merit points will you have to use?"

"Woooo, how can you be so generous? I really want to touch it..."

"I'm just now the qualifier reward? I'm not dreaming, right? Slap me in the face."

"Bang!"

"Oh, you really slapped me? Look, I won't beat you to death!"

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Not to mention these C-level and B-level superpowers on the scene, even some top-level strong people who have reached the A-level stage may not necessarily have a holy weapon equipment.

The holy artifact-level equipment is completely different from some spiritual equipment that can be exchanged for within the organization. Each holy artifact is the crystallization of the founder's blood. It has powerful and special power. The materials required are rare to cherish, and now there is nowhere to be found.

Unfortunately, most of the manufacturing techniques of the holy artifact-level equipment have been lost now, and even if you want to build it, you may not be able to make it.

What remains in the world now are unique orphans. Each one has been passed down through historical heritage and is full of legendary colors. Some are even symbols of certain sects or nations. They are very precious and cannot be seen when they meet.

Of course, if so many treasures were all produced by Emmons alone, he would probably have to wake up in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, all the rewards and expenses of the competition are jointly borne by major organizations around the world. Although many bigwigs will feel a little painful, they may not be able to win better prizes by their favorites. This way, it is like investment, and it is somewhat balanced.

Amid the crowd's boiling discussion, Emmons smiled deeply in his merits and fame, and handed over the host of the conference back to host Sean.

Sean immediately read out the names of the top 300 players who successfully advanced in an excited voice.

There was no order in the ranking. Once the name was recited, a large number of cheers and crying joy continued to spread from the crowd.

"Yes, there is me!"

"I'm there too!"

"Wow, it's great, I've advanced to the rematch!"

Suddenly, host Sean read out the name of a member of the China National Bureau: "Scud!"

The Scud, who originally thought he would definitely not be able to advance, suddenly raised his head, and then cheered to the sky with an exaggerated expression: "Old Wang, Blast Bear, look! I, I only have five points, I can advance too! Hahaha..."

"Haha, congratulations, you are already a top expert in C-level superpowers. I wish you to enter the B-level field as soon as possible." The bear of the bear put on one side of his shoulder and smiled and congratulated him.

Among the 300 promotions, although there are few C-level players, there are not many. However, every C-level player who can advance has his own abilities, such as the Scud who strives to make progress, the pseudo-secret Suzuki Haru who succeeds in getting on the throne by sacrificing her beauty, etc.

"I really deserve to be Brother Le, I have to treat you to you when I turn back." Wang Yan also put on the other shoulder of Scud. He must have a knock on this bamboo slut.

"Please, definitely please. I'll cover everything you all want to do tonight!" Scud patted his chest, feeling heroic.

Among the three hundred advanced people, how many of them can be C-level superpowers? Now he is one of them, glory.

"Then come to my Caier's health foot bath shop, which has women's group and a large yacht." Zhang Weidao reached out to take out an exquisitely made membership card and handed it to Scud, "As brother, I'll give you this membership card, and you can enjoy a 20% discount!"

"Amitabha, this is great. The little monk wants to drink with Huajiu. The little monk misses those gentle and kind female fairies." The Wubujie Bao looked solemn, but she smiled meaningfully.

"It's good, but the women's group is also very expensive..." The Scud, who was still excited just now, suddenly felt sad.

His dramatic changes also caused members of the surrounding countries and countries to laugh.

"Tsk, a group of unemployed guys are living a life of devotion." Zhang Huang, who was standing at the end of the National Bureau of African Affairs, glanced at Wang Yan and others with contempt.

Speaking of which, although Zhang Huang regarded Wang Yan as his mortal enemy, he stood firmly on the side of the National Bureau of the State Council in the qualifiers and saved many members of the National Bureau of the State Council who were besieged by other organizations.

Listening to the conversation between Wang Yan and others, Zhang Huang's vision fell on the edge of the venue without realizing it, on a hot bikini banshee.

The banshee has a beautiful face and is extremely charming, especially the slogans and logos of the colorful health foot bath shop, which are in the key parts of the swimming trunks and some hints, just to the point of being naked and naked.

Zhang Huang was imprisoned in the Demon Prison for nearly two years, and the power of the vastness in his body had already reached a point of bursting. At this moment, his heart suddenly became beating and he swallowed his saliva.

"Since I have decided to defeat Wang Yan, I have to know myself and his enemy. It seems that I have to follow him tonight!"

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Chapter completed!