His ten fingers played in the air, impressively, it was a sound that could only be produced by an entire symphony orchestra.
Wolfgang had a smile on his face and closed his eyes, as if all his spirit and mind had been immersed in this beautiful movement.
When the oboe-like sound echoed in the hall, everything in front of them underwent an astonishing change.
Like a dream, what intersected between reality and illusion was a huge, luxurious, bright palace banquet hall with people coming and going.
The huge martial arts arena had completely become the dance floor of the banquet.
They … … the Transcendents in the stands had directly walked into the palace of several centuries ago.
They wore luxurious clothes and shuttled back and forth in the crowd, they had lost their sense of direction.
There was no trace of Wolfgang anymore, only the majestic [C major, 41st symphony] played in this huge and gorgeous palace banquet.
"What is this … …"
The stands — — no, the stands no longer existed, this was the edge of the banquet's dance floor, there were people coming and going, but they didn't know whether it was real or fake.
Zhong Luoyue lowered her head and looked at her palms … … and the clothes on her body.
A pale yellow basil skirt.
"Yue, you look … …" The little vampire girl was surprised at this time, but then she quickly found that she seemed to be the same, she couldn't help but be puzzled, "Eh, me too … … when did I wear a black skirt?"
This vampire girl had snow-white hair, now that she had changed into a black skirt, she looked more like a delicate porcelain doll.
"Are we under an illusion?" Zhong Luoyue frowned at this time.
But at this time, she found that except for Elizabeth, the Scarlet Blaze Tower Master and the Ice Tower Master had disappeared … … when Zhong Luoyue realized this, her consciousness suddenly became blurry.
She couldn't even stand steadily, she subconsciously held her forehead … … She forced herself to open her eyes and look at Elizabeth, what she saw was Elizabeth's anxious look.
She began to forget who she was in the end.
She began to remember who she was.
She was a nobleman's daughter, at the age of budding, invited to this palace banquet … … a noble girl born in a prominent family.
… …
… …
"The atmosphere is not bad, let's dance."
Boss Luo smiled and said softly in front of the well-dressed servant girl.
…
…
Fire Cloud Evil God looked at the wig on his head.
It was said that in this era, wearing a wig was a symbol of status … However, the fact that a man actually wore white stockings made him look quite ridiculous.
He tugged at the socks on his thighs awkwardly and furrowed his brows again. "This texture is completely real … and so is everything here."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and casually pressed on a pillar. Then, with a slight squeeze, the pillar was instantly crushed into pieces.
The gravel in his palm was finally crushed into dust. The Fire Cloud Evil God subconsciously looked at Chellona Shinryū beside him.
Long Xiruo was also wearing a silver-white dress … Probably because of the style of the dress, her figure was surprisingly good.
"What's this guy's name again?" Long Xiruo touched the dress on her body. "It doesn't seem simple … … if it were a Taoist technique, it would be very difficult to achieve this level."
The Fire Cloud Evil God was silent.
He was a warrior, a warrior with great power in his every move … … but this kind of thing was completely beyond his knowledge — to put it simply, he was a layman.
The Fire Cloud Evil God could push his destructive power to the extreme, but if you asked him to create something, he could only squeeze some mud out of it.
… …
… …
“May-I？”
In front of Princess Lamias, a handsome young man appeared out of nowhere. With a sunny smile and elegant movements, he seemed to be the brightest star in this birthday banquet of Her Royal Highness.
That's right, today was the first birthday banquet of Princess Lamias after she became an adult, and it was the biggest banquet of the year in the kingdom.
Princess Lamias smiled faintly at this moment, slowly stretching out her hand.
The handsome young man knelt on one knee in front of the princess, as if he was holding a piece of art. He gently held the princess's hand and lowered his head to kiss the back of the princess's hand.
The movement began to move, and light notes began to flow.
The people on the dance floor, men and women, were embracing each other in picturesque disorder. Colorful stars filled the sky above their heads, as if they had walked into a world of fairy tales.
Everyone's faces were filled with smiles of happiness and blessings.
In the center of the dance floor, there was an empty space. The handsome young man and the most beautiful princess of the kingdom strolled over under everyone's gaze.
In the midst of the dance steps, the young man said with deep affection, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my princess."
"Really?" Princess Lamias raised her head, her eyes hazy.
"Yes, like an angel." The young man said softly, and then lowered his head, wanting to touch the soft lips of the beautiful princess.
"I am thinking about something." The princess of the kingdom suddenly said.
The young man had to stop, and asked in surprise, "What are you thinking about?"
Princess Lamias said seriously, "Although I have been single for a long time … I shouldn't find a man so casually."
"Oh?" The young man suddenly chuckled.
Princess Lamias … Lamias said expressionlessly, "You better back off before I think about where to hit you."
The young man chuckled again.
The third movement began, and the atmosphere of the banquet was stirred up again.
Lamias snorted coldly, "If you want to hit me, then hit me properly. Don't do this nonsense … You don't think you can do whatever you want just because of this, do you?"
"At least the effect is good, isn't it?" The young man said casually.
But the movement intensified, and in an instant, it reached the fourth movement … Lamias frowned, and her fighting spirit erupted like a volcano.
The dance floor in the banquet hall began to shake violently.
The young man shook his head lightly, but at this moment, a cold voice covered all the sounds of the movement.
"What kind of rubbish is this? I am a native of Chellona, and I can't stand this style!" It was the voice of Shinryū Chellona.
The young man frowned slightly.
"You got it wrong! Change it! "Shinryū Chellona's voice sounded again.
The entire banquet hall began to crumble.
All the movements came to a sudden halt, as if they were stuck in a tape. At the same time, different voices began to sound in different corners of the banquet hall.
"That's it? This is far inferior to our Radiance Tower Master's True Domain … What kind of rubbish is this?! "
A scorching aura as hot as the sun broke through the dome of the banquet hall.
"Damn it, Scarlet Flame old man, you are acting cool again … What are you acting cool for? There are so many women with big butts here, I haven't touched enough! "
"Stella, go to hell!"
The moment he spoke, the banquet hall began to crumble even faster.
"There is no problem with the challenge, but it is limited to the martial arts stage … This is beyond the scope of the martial arts stage.
It is a foul! "This was the voice of Fire Cloud Evil God. A sword energy broke through the air, and the broken banquet hall was instantly split into two.
"Samadhi … I can't stand such a dispirited atmosphere. Although I am a pretty girl, I don't recite Buddhist scriptures. Hahaha … "
Beng!
"My heart is clear, my sword heart is bright … Break."
Beng!
"Reyaz, where are you looking? Why are you still looking? "
Beng!
"Senior, the buffet here is not bad … Emmm, where is Senior?"
The young celestial master of Mount Longhu was holding a bowl of food, squinting his eyes as he enjoyed it. When the crumbling arrived, he waved his hand casually, causing the crumbling to bypass him and continue eating.
…
"Boring." Princess Chuyang continued to meditate.
…
"Zhuifeng, watch Purple Star … Zhuifeng, wake up!"
"Oh … Big Brother? Huh, where is this? "
Mo Xiaofei shook his head and immediately closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes again … the surroundings crumbled.
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…
The handsome young man shook his head at this time and sighed, "It seems that no one knows how to appreciate it."
Lamias sneered and waved her hand across the air. The entire banquet hall disappeared instantly like a fleeting cloud.
The martial arts arena returned.
Wolfgang's ten fingers had stopped moving.
On the eight grandstands, many transcendents were hugging their companions. Men, men, women, women, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men, old men …
They woke up in an instant. * Vomit *
Wolfgang shook his head again as if it was a pity. He whispered in a low voice, "After all, we can't go too far in the sub-world. Otherwise, we will be targeted by the administrator."
But at this time, a fist containing a majestic fighting spirit had appeared in front of Wolfgang.
He looked solemn and immediately flicked his finger. An invisible shield wall was formed, blocking in front of the fist. However, the fighting spirit was too powerful. The shield wall was instantly shattered, and the momentum didn't diminish.
Wolfgang showed a surprised look. He flicked his finger, and shield walls were formed one after another out of thin air.
However, his fists continued to crumble one after another, destroying everything in their path!
Wolfgang's frown deepened. While he was still in shock, the fist had already arrived. He raised his hands in a rather flustered manner and crossed his arms to block the fist.
However, his body was crazily pushed by the force. He swept the stone slab of the martial arts arena and moved back crazily. Finally, he fell out of the martial arts arena and fell outside.
Lamias's fist was still emitting a blazing aura, twisting the air. She withdrew her fist, glanced at Wolfgang who fell out of the arena, and said indifferently, "It's not wrong for a man to be versatile, but you want to have sex with me because your fist is not hard enough. Do you think you are Mr. Clown a few days ago?"
Humph * 2!
Two soft hums suddenly sounded in Lamias's ears. She didn't know why there were two hums, but one of them left a deep impression on her.
Lamias's face slightly changed in an instant, "I don't mean anything. It's just an example. Don't worry."
Seeing that there were no more sounds, Lamias secretly let out a sigh of relief … Miss Maid probably just gave a warning casually. But … apart from the terrifying servant girl, where did the other cold snort come from?
She was also a woman.
The tone of the two humps was exactly the same!
In other words, in addition to the horrible servant girl, there was another one?
Emmmm …
Lamias suddenly forcibly stopped her own guess. She felt that if she knew too much …
But she said it in a low voice, and no one heard it. Seeing that there was really no follow-up, Lamias slowly sighed, but found that Wolfgang had quietly disappeared at this time.
"This guy …"
Lamias couldn't help but frown. Subconsciously, she always felt that this mysterious guy didn't use his full strength at all, as if he was just playing.
…
…
In the passage under the spectator stand, Wolfgang was humming something … He was now leaning against the wall with some manuscript papers and pencils in his hands.
He was writing something, and it seemed that he had an inspiration.
"Wolfgang."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the darkness.
Wolfgang didn't raise his head, "I have an inspiration. Don't disturb me … I sent a signal before, but you didn't come. It's useless to come now. I don't have time to care about you."
"We came here with the task of 'Archimedes' …" The voice continued.
"That's your 'throne', and it has nothing to do with me." Wolfgang said indifferently, "What task you have, it has nothing to do with me. But based on the principle of helping each other, when I was in trouble, you chose not to come. When you were in trouble, I could choose not to help you. "
"We were in the City of Abstinence!" The voice snorted coldly, "This sub-world is not as simple as you think!"
Wolfgang didn't seem to hear it. He raised his head as if he was thinking about something. Soon, he lowered his head and quickly wrote something on the manuscript.
The figure in the darkness quietly disappeared.
Only then did Wolfgang stop writing. He thoughtfully looked into the darkness and muttered, "Looks like he really did lose one. Otherwise, with such an arrogant personality, he wouldn't look for me … Sure enough, there's a big problem with this sub-world."
There was indeed a big problem.
From when he was imprisoned by Mr. Song, to when he met Ferrell, and then after watching the challenges one by one, he finally found the problem.
"The upper limit of this sub-world … is too high!"
…
…
Taking advantage of the fact that no one came to challenge her, Lamias directly drew two opponents. After winning easily, she took the three beads and left the arena.
Now, the number of beads in the hands of the middle and low-level Transcendent groups was decreasing. Naturally, the number of people who could choose to fight for the beads was decreasing.
After more than an hour of the challenge, the beads had basically flowed into the hands of the powerful Transcendent groups.
From morning to afternoon, more than half a day had passed. Now, only the groups that could be said to be the gold were left.
Chellona was still the region that obtained the most beads.
The division of the Transcendent Association's territory and voice in the future could be seen at this time … Next, it would be the battle for the Transcendents who had obtained the right to speak and wanted to expand their voice.
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"Lady Lamias, do we really only want three beads?"
"Other than me, I have no objections if any of you can bring back one more bead."
"Sorry, we are useless …"
"In North America, it's fine as long as you have the right to speak … After all, there is only one Dark Congregation, right?" Lamias chuckled and said, "It's fine as long as we have the territory."
"That's true …"
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"Stella! Come down and accept your death! "
Suddenly, in the conference hall that had been silent for a long time, a furious voice suddenly sounded.
A flaming bridge instantly appeared in the stands and extended all the way to the arena … The person walking on the flaming bridge was the Scarlet Blaze Tower's master.
Everyone could not help but look at the strongest talker, Father Stella. In this battle, the Chellona Authority had no reason to stop the fight or pull the two apart.
Father Stella directly snorted at this time, took his sacred sword of physics and jumped directly into the arena. "Scarlet Blaze Tortoise, do you dare to bet with me on my wife?! If you lose, give me your wife! "
"Where the hell did you get your wife from?!" The Scarlet Blaze Tower's master walked down the flaming bridge, his eyes spitting out scarlet flames.
Father Stella instantly snorted and said, "Who said I don't!"
With that, Father Stella directly tore open his lapel, only to see the image of a woman with a sweet smile printed on the thin undershirt!
"Look!" Father Stella pointed at the big picture on his clothes and sneered, "My wife! 10 yuan! "
"You motherf * cker …"
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In the stands, Sister Lavinia had fainted from anger.
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