"What did you say?!"

Before Hao De finished speaking, Emperor Zhou had already stood up from his seat, and his previously wise and tolerant eyes instantly became sharp!

"In addition to the five top-quality spiritual veins, another underground palace also disappeared out of thin air. Only a long corridor remained in place, but..."

"But what?"

Hao De's words made Emperor Zhou's heart tremble.

After staying in Zhongdu City for so many years, he has visited Nakong Sangshan Mountain more than once. Why didn't he notice any top-grade spiritual energy aura before?

There is also the underground palace mentioned by Hao De.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty was established. The ancestors of all dynasties did not say that they had investigated every plant and tree in Kongsang Mountain, but there was not much difference.

But I haven’t seen any classics that record the underground palace in Kongsang Mountain.

"However, there are only traces of the door being taken away in that underground palace, but there is no space left behind the door, so I suspect that the underground palace itself is a high-level space treasure!"

"Space treasure?!" Zhou Tianzi's heart became more and more shocked.

The Great Zhou occupies nearly one-third of the cultivation resources of the entire Sapo Continent, and its national power is far superior to the other three powerful countries.

But even so, there are only a few large-scale space magic weapons!

"Follow me to Kongsang Mountain!"

After hastily saying these words, Emperor Zhou stood up and walked out, but at this time, Hao De stopped him again.

"Your Majesty, what will you do if you go to the finals at Kongsang Mountain?"

"what to do?!"

While saying this, Zhou Tianzi also had a cold look in his eyes: "With so many top forces here, and with the old guys from the Imperial Alliance sitting in charge, are you still afraid that this competition won't go ahead?"

"Having said that, Your Majesty, if you don't go, you have to give an explanation, right? Otherwise, the elders of the Imperial Alliance will say that your moral character is lacking and that you use your status to oppress others..."

"Those old guys have a lot of trouble! If it weren't for the sake of the founder of the Imperial Alliance, would I have allowed them to run wild for so many years?"

"Your Majesty is merciful, and no one in the entire Saha knows about it..."

"Go to Te Niang's Imperial Alliance, go to Te Niang's ten sects! Sooner or later, Gu will tear up the Imperial Alliance agreement with his own hands and take back those spiritual mountains. When will it be the outsiders' turn to distribute the land of Great Zhou!"

"Your Majesty, please be careful. You are the emperor, and you must have the magnanimity of an emperor. How can those wild cultivators in the valleys compare with you?"

"Alas, among all the civil and military officials in the dynasty, you are the only one who understands Gu's thoughts. That's all. Please tell someone over there!"

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Royal Villa, Xuanyuan Terrace Arena.

The first gong has sounded and all participating teams have arrived.

After the host in charge of this competition read out the competition rules and penalty clauses, he invited an elder from the Imperial Alliance to the stage.

All participating teams are ready to take their seats, standing in front of the nine-story stage to listen to the instructions from the elders of the Imperial Alliance.

As one of the many elders in the Mahayana Realm in the Imperial Alliance, Du Fan's cultivation base is inconspicuous, but his reputation is surprisingly resounding.

Basically, all cultivators from big powers in Saha Continent know him, because he presides over the opening remarks of the finals of the Wujie Saha Secret Realm Qualifying Tournament.

This Imperial Alliance elder named Du Fan lives up to his name, and his literary talent is quite extraordinary.

In this world of cultivation where strength determines everything, there are not many people who are willing to cultivate literature.

And as a strong person in the Mahayana realm, he can study literary talent to such an extent. He is really a talent!

Suppressing her temper and listening to the chatter of the old man surnamed Du, Feng Qingyu glanced at the tribunal above her head.

The big chair with the Nine Dragons relief located in the center of the eight people is still empty. When the gong sounds for the second time, they will be ready to take their seats.

The game is about to start, and at this hour, the Emperor of Zhou has not shown up yet, and I'm afraid he won't come again at all.

But if the emperor doesn't come that week, where will he go?

You must know that even in the preliminaries, Zhou Tianzi has already appeared. How could he be absent from such an important occasion as the finals!

unless......

Thinking of this, a faint light flashed across Feng Qingyu's narrow eyes.

Unless something more important than the finals confuses him, there is no way he will not come!

Thinking of the sudden absence of Emperor Zhou, and thinking of the hollowed-out spiritual mineral veins left in Kongsang Mountain, Feng Qingyu felt a little panicked for no reason. She didn't even know when the elder named Du Fan left.

Know.

It wasn't until Zi Yuan behind her gently pulled at the corner of her clothes that Feng Qingyu realized that the person above her was calling her name.

"Is Feng Qingyu, the leader of Osumi, here?"

"Who is Feng Qingyu, the leader of Osumi?!"

After asking twice in succession, no one came forward. The host's face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water. When he was about to treat the string of number plates in his hand as the belongings of the absentee, there was a crisp voice with a bit of perseverance.

The voice sounded.

"arrive!"

With one word, Feng Qingyu had already arrived in front of the host.

"Feng Qingyu, the leader of Osumi, has met you, sir."

Feng Qingyu made a very polite monk's salute, and then Feng Qingyu waited there with lowered eyebrows.

Looking at her neither humble nor arrogant attitude, the gloom on the host's face finally dissipated, but his attitude remained as cold as ever.

"Hold your Ohsumi number plate. If it is lost during the competition, it will be considered as elimination!"

After throwing the string of number plates into Feng Qingyu's hand, the host began to follow the records on the scroll and summon the leader of the next team to come on stage.

Feng Qingyu, who returned to the stage, looked at the number plates and threw the things to Zi Yuan.

"Take it over and distribute it!"

The host has already talked about the importance of this thing many times, so there is no need for Feng Qingyu to say any more nonsense.

After allocating the number plates, Zi Yuan sent the remaining one to Feng Qingyu. While wearing it for her, Zi Yuan also educated Feng Qingyu on the importance of the number plates.

No one else noticed that Feng Qingyu left the company before, but after following her for so long, how could Zi Yuan not know about it.

So by wearing her number tag, the specific functions of this thing were revealed one by one.

"My lord, you have to take good care of this thing. The competition will start soon, but you can rely on this little thing to record the number of opponents you eliminate. If it is accidentally lost or robbed by others, then we, Osumi, will really be eliminated!"

The hope of getting a spot is all on Feng Qingyu. Zi Yuan doesn't think that they can make it into the top ten with their strength.

Although the competition has not yet started, she has basically looked at each participating team.

The more she looked at it, the more uncertain Zi Yuan became.

If it weren't for Feng Qingyu, a big supporter like her, she probably wouldn't even have the courage to continue!

Strong, too strong!

These disciples from the top sects are really not comparable to those from small border countries.

Not to mention the team leaders, among the team members alone, there are more than 200 whose cultivation levels are close to the Fusion Realm.
Chapter completed!