Although Sheng Xuehuai's appearance was nothing special, he stood on the stage and chatted with the commander of the God's Will Army, Xian Nankui.
He got the worst draw, but he was calm.
His magnanimity did not lose out to others.
His gaze landed on the south side of the stage.
Of course, this was the "correct" order.
Because many people would look in this direction first.
Sitting in the middle of the south side of the stage was the number one beauty of the Chu Country, Ye Lan 'er.
She was wearing a gorgeous dress that reached the ground.
The embroidery of the phoenix crying parasol tree was vivid and lifelike.
Brilliant gold, dark green, and fiery red. These three colors intertwined together to form this unparalleled treasure.
All the materials used to make it were extraordinary, but when they were woven together, they only had aesthetic value and did not have the ability to be a magical item.
From the moment it was made, it was meant for her to wear during the Yellow River Meeting.
Because the Yellow River Meeting prohibited the use of magical items, it also prohibited the use of magical clothing. The craftsmen of the Chu Country's Heavenly Craftsmen Department used special methods to suppress the possibility of its ability.
It was such a breathtakingly beautiful long dress. If it was just a little bit less beautiful, its color would be overshadowed instead.
But Ye Lan 'er only sat there, and everyone's gaze was focused on her face.
This was a face that excelled nature.
Other than that, all the other beauties were just a foil.
It was impossible to describe her facial features. They could only be described as perfect. Every detail was captivating, even her eyebrows were just right.
She was a kind of intense, dazzling, and extremely aggressive beauty, but her temperament was graceful and cold.
This deadly contradiction brought about a suffocating charm.
No man's gaze could escape from her.
Women were the same.
Huang Sheli's eyes were shining from the beginning, and he would look at Ye Lan 'er from time to time.
Since Ye Lan 'er sat down, he would turn his head and look at her. He was racing against time.
On the other hand, Murong Longqi, who was sitting beside her, was sitting upright and still, looking straight ahead.
On the south side of the stage, Ye Qingyu, who was wearing a veil, could not help but look at Ye Lan 'er with admiration. Then, he glanced at the eastern viewing platform and saw that Jiang Qingyang of the State of Qi was also staring intently at the southern viewing platform, just like everyone else.
She looked at it for a while and couldn't help but smile.
Jiang Wang was indeed observing the southern grandstand carefully, but his eyes were not focused on Ye Lan 'er. Instead, it was a tall and sturdy man who sat in front of Ye Lan 'er.
It was a man with a proud expression and deep facial features. He sat there like a mountain. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was his eyes. He was born with double pupils.
That was a possible opponent for Jiang Yi …
He was from Tianjiao, North Xiang of the Inner Mansion Realm of Chu State.
Sheng Xuehuai's gaze swept across Ye Lan 'er's body. He did not have any feelings of inferiority because of the huge difference in appearance between them.
He looked at him as if he was examining his opponent.
Then he turned west.
Sitting in the middle of the west grandstand were several Tianjiao from the Qin State and Zhang Gu, the commander of the Ba Rong Army.
Sheng Xuehuai's gaze fell on Huang Budong.
This was a "mature-looking" Tianjiao. He was obviously in his twenties, but he looked like a little old man. He sat there with half-closed eyelids and sleepy eyes …
He looked like he had one foot in the grave.
This was probably the Tianjiao with the least fighting spirit. He did not look young at all. It made people want to check if he was really less than 30 years old.
Zhang Gu, the commander of the Ba Rong Army next to him, had a gentle face and had the temperament of a famous general. He secretly used the power of his Divine Soul to poke Huang Budong.
Huang Budong was startled. He straightened his back and shook his head from side to side. "What's wrong?"
Zhang Gu smiled and said, "Why don't you go back and rest?"
Huang Budong got up and was about to leave, but he finally realized where he was and sat down embarrassedly.
He also raised his hand naturally and greeted Sheng Xuehuai, who was looking over.
Sheng Xuehuai nodded with a smile and moved his gaze to the next Tianjiao.
Murong Longqie of the Jing Kingdom was a man with a cold face. He gave off an aura that kept people away.
He coldly met Sheng Xuehuai's scrutinizing gaze and almost said, "Challenge me and I'll send you back immediately."
Sheng Xuehuai did not respond to this provocation. His gaze continued to move.
Cang Yun, known as the "Present World Divine Envoy," wore a large cloak that covered his face. He held a scripture in his hand and meditated the whole time, as if he didn't care about anything.
Tianjiao of the Sheng Nation, Sheng Xuehuai's gaze looked around and finally fell on Ji Zhaonan.
Ji Zhaonan, with his unparalleled charm, was also one of the focal points of the circular stands.
Facing Sheng Xuehuai's gaze, Ji Zhaonan neither despised nor paid attention to it. He only looked back at him indifferently.
Just like how Tianjiao of the Mu Nation would choose Tianjiao of the Sheng Nation to suppress in the competition, from the perspective of the Sheng Nation, Sheng Xuehuai's opponent should be Cang Yun.
He pretended to scrutinize, which was not very interesting.
That was why Murong Longqi of the Jing Nation was so merciless.
However, Sheng Xuehuai's gaze stopped on Ji Zhaonan.
"I thought you were the strongest person here."
He cupped his hands towards Ji Zhaonan, "Brother Ji, please advise me."
As soon as he said this, Huang Budong and Cang Yun, one was too sleepy to respond, while the other was covered by a cloak. Murong Longqi's sword-like eyebrows rose slightly, obviously unwilling to agree.
Ye Lan 'er looked at Ji Zhaonan, observing his reaction.
Ji Zhaonan smiled, stood up, and walked down the stands with the snow-white Shaohua Spear in his hand.
He smiled at Sheng Xuehuai, "At least in terms of foresight, you're worthy of Tianjiao!"
Sheng Xuehuai bowed elegantly, "Brother Ji's praise, I'm ashamed to accept it."
As the number one Tianjiao of the Sheng Nation, he had reached the pinnacle of Divine Arrival before the age of thirty.
He had the freedom to choose his opponent.
Challenging Cang Yun, forcing Cang Yun to use more tricks, and preventing the Mu Nation from getting a better ranking … This might be a choice that was more in line with the Sheng Nation's interests.
However, there was no problem if he wanted to challenge the strongest person he thought was the strongest.
Xian Nankui couldn't help but glance at Sheng Xuehuai from the sidelines.
As a famous general of the Daozong Nation, frankly speaking, he had only heard of Sheng Xuehuai, the number one Tianjiao of the Daozong Nation, but he didn't know what kind of person he was.
After all, Xian Nankui's eyes only fell on people at Meng Wuya's level.
Judging from Sheng Xuehuai's choice, when he mentioned the Tianjiao of the Jing Nation … he was actually eager to give it a try!
He only wanted to challenge the strongest person!
Ever since the Battle of the Yellow River became the Tianjiao Battle of the Nations, there had been cases of small nations taking first place in the Inner Mansion Realm and Outer Mansion Realm competitions. Although it was very rare, it had happened before.
Only those under the age of thirty who had no restrictions had never left the Overlord Nation.
This was because the Tianjiao of this level could no longer rely on luck or a few powerful magical abilities to close the gap. Everyone was a top-notch Tianjiao, and everyone had the best talent.
What Dao did you seek? What Dao did you achieve?
The Tianjiao of the strongest nations in the world also had the best inheritance, the best resources, and the best teachings.
Even so …
Sheng Xuehuai still wanted to challenge the strongest person!
Everyone had come from the era of the young Tianjiao, so Xian Nankui's red face didn't show much expression.
He only raised his hand and said, "Please!"
Ji Zhaonan, who was unparalleled in both men and spears, had already stepped onto the stage.
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