The capital city, Amethyst Pavilion.

The highest building symbolized by power in the capital.

At this moment, a man who looked full of the aura of a superior and every move was full of nobility and domineering, was standing in front of a huge screen.

He was wearing a Tang suit embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. Even if it was just casual clothes, it still had some symbolic meaning.

After all, in the ancient Chinese in the previous civilization, it was the emperor and the emperor! The clothes that the highest power in the world could wear.

In the Ziyue era, there was no such rule anymore, and anyone could wear such clothes as long as they were willing.

But no one wants to be so arrogant unless they have the strength to match it.

As long as he is a strong man, he knows one thing, that is, such clothing. In Zhengjing, there is a strong man who is very fond of it. He does not like the same clothing others wear as him, unless this person can be taken seriously by him and can be regarded as an opponent or friend of the same level.

This person is the lord of Zhengjing City, and he is called Emperor Han - Huangfu Zhengjing.

His expression was not calm at this moment, and the repeated playback seemed to make him fall into thinking.

In fact, Huangfu Zhengjing was very proud, and he was extremely rational while being proud.

Therefore, he did not take the young geniuses that emerged from all over the world seriously.

First of all, his pride reminded him that the achievements of these teenagers were not enough to make him pay attention to.

Second, his reason also reminded him that the genius who grew up is a genius, otherwise it would not even be a meteor across the sky.

Of course, it is not a boy who has not been valued by Huangfu Zhengjing, but to be precise, a girl.

The girl's name was Bi'an. It was just because her talent and ability was too shocking and she had reached a terrifying situation. So after a Moon Chasing Conference, Huangfu Zhengjing took the name in his heart and asked his powerful subordinates what the four kings thought.

In addition, Tang Feng's son, Tang Long, and Huangfu Zhengjing were all disdainful.

Because he knew that sometimes the real secret weapon would not be placed on the table, and the real good sword would not be easily unsheathed.

But, is your judgment wrong?

Huangfu Zhengjing tentatively set the screen. He sat down quietly in the huge and quiet room, took out a pair of top-notch cultural walnuts from the former civilization and started to turn them in his hand.

"Perhaps, the times have really changed. The first line of defense in the north..." Huangfu Zhengjing began to talk to himself, but the walnuts in his hand were turning faster and faster.

"Tang Long, Tang Ling? Especially that Tang Ling, he actually got involved in the first generation. Is this suggesting something?" Huangfu Zhengjing gradually closed his eyes while talking to himself, as if he was asleep, and his voice slowly disappeared.

**

Waiting for Star City.

No. 1 Floating Island, there is only one weird looking building on this huge floating island.

This building looks like an air warship that only appeared in the pre-civilized science fiction movies, but because the image is so abstract, it looks like a transformed castle.

Therefore, this place is called a warship fortress, which is far away from the empty fort on the floating island of No. 2.

As long as the people in Shixing City are familiar with the warship fortresses and fortresses, the real core of power in Shixing City.

Here, more than 10 core members of the Star Council will be stationed for a long time, and the mysterious president of the Star Council will stay in this warship fortress for many years.

It is rumored that he had already jumped over the threshold of the seventh-level Purple Moon Warrior and officially entered the eighth level. Now he no longer cares about the world and only concentrates on pursuing the legendary ninth level realm, hoping to break some barriers.

At this time, in the battleship fortress.

In the room made of Wan Energy Stone, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in it, and his whole body seemed to be breathless and motionless.

It was not until three minutes later that a cyclone-like airflow erupted from his mouth, and it actually shot more than ten meters away under his breath.

As this breath dissipated, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.

Is he still uneasy? It was his mistake in judgment that he let Tang Ling go! I didn’t expect that he was really Tang Feng’s son, and he really rose slowly.

Everything is like a joke.

The middle-aged man slowly stood up and pushed open the window of Wan Energy Stone's room. The air flow from the sky was turbulent, but he couldn't blow anything on his body, even a strand of hair.

In fact, he is already the Speaker of the Star Council. What reason does he have to care about Tang Ling? Even he doesn’t care about Tang Feng!

Because no matter how amazing Tang Feng was, the Long Army he led was also a defeated general under the Star Council.

Everything was actually destined since the Purple Moon era. Tang Feng would definitely not succeed. What happened in the end will tell people that the Star Council is the only correct one, no, it was destined to be the right direction early in the morning.

The Speaker of the Star Council has this confidence.

But now, Tang Ling is actually related to the first generation... When I think of this, when I think of the scene I saw an hour ago.

A little cold sweat oozed out of the forehead of this middle-aged man who had always seemed cold and calm.

He actually showed a look of fear.

What does a person fear? What often happens! At this time, the middle-aged man's fear expression had not completely dissipated, and a shadow appeared inexplicably in this room made of Wan Energy Stone.

The middle-aged man was so sensitive that after he noticed the shadow, he immediately turned around and appeared in the center of the room instantly, and then he knelt down without looking.

"My Speaker, what do you think of your mistake?" The shadow was cast on the huge wall of ten thousand energy stone on the front of the room.

It looks very blurry, but there is a vague outline of a human figure.

However, even with such a contour and the tone of speaking was so calm that the Speaker of the Star Council did not dare to raise his head.

He didn't dare to look back! This mistake was nothing. Since he dared not take Tang Feng seriously, how could that shadow be taken seriously?

So, what is Tang Ling?

However, once the first generation is involved... this mistake can be borne by the middle-aged man.

"No answer? My Speaker?" The Speaker's silence obviously caused shadows of dissatisfaction, and its tone began to fluctuate slightly.

"I will try my best to make up for it." The Speaker put his head heavily under his forehead and almost touched the floor. Drops of cold sweat fell, and soon left traces on the smooth floor.

It can be seen that he is under great pressure.

"Make up?" The shadow's tone became mocking. The next moment, a strong wind suddenly broke out in the quiet room, and whirlwinds blew into the room without warning, forming sharp wind blades, whistling towards the Speaker.

In fact, although this level of wind blade is powerful, if the Speaker is determined to resist, it is nothing at all.

However, where did the Speaker have the courage to resist? He even straightened his body immediately and faced the Wind Blade head-on.

These dozens of wind blades pierced the Speaker's body mercilessly. After all defense was removed, the Speaker's body was no different from a strong ordinary person.

The room made a dull piercing sound, and it lasted for ten seconds before stopping.

When the sound stopped, the speaker of the Dignified Star Council had already pierced dozens of blood holes by dense wind blades. His thick blood as thick as mercury flowed out of the blood hole, carrying a slight fluorescence.

However, he did not dare to wipe it at all, let alone deal with it, but instead laid his body down again.

The Wind Blade is indeed not powerful, but what kind of strength is it to drive the Wind Blade with just one shadow?

"If you do something wrong, you must be punished, and no one is exceptional. I have shown mercy to you, only giving you flesh and blood, and not hurting you." Shadow spoke again.

The middle-aged man was busy thanking him.

"Do your follow-ups, Tang Ling will kill you. And Tang Long... needs some restraint." The shadow ordered.

"yes."

"In addition, the other side is back. I will see you soon." The shadow was silent for a second and spoke again.

"Please make it clear by your master." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and spoke in awe.

"It is actually not important to let her go, she is in the Star Council or not in the Star Council. The seeds have been planted, so it is best to be unprepared. If she leaves, everything afterwards will be nothing to do with the Star Council."

"But..." Shadow said this and paused for a moment.

The middle-aged man dared not speak, so he waited for the following text.

"For me, no one can choose to disobey and be impunitive. You can do it." After saying this, the shadow fluctuated for a few moments and disappeared.

The middle-aged man did not dare to get up for a long time, and did not straighten his body until a minute later, and stood up with a little fear.

The blood flowing out was pulled by a strange force and retracted back to the body. As the muscles squirmed, the wounds caused by the wind blades slowly disappeared.

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the expression on his face regained his calmness and indifference. He returned to the previous cushion and sat cross-legged again.

"Call Long Twelve to come in."

He issued the first order!

Yes, Long Twelve, the most low-key and mysterious among the sixteen young masters of the stars!

This time, he didn't even attend the event in Dark Harbor, and it seemed that there was no chance. He stayed in Waixing City.

Compared with other Sixteenth Masters of Stars, he seems to be a little different.

After the order was issued, the middle-aged man continued, "Let the other side come to the warship fortress, and after my discussion with the twelve young masters are completed, let the other side come to see me."

After saying a few words, a deep "yes" came from the door.

Two minutes later, a door appeared in the room made of Wan Energy Stone. A young man wearing a black robe, a hoodie and a strange flute inserted between his waist appeared in the room.

He bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man and shouted: "Speaker."

As he moved, a strand of silver hair slipped out of his hood.
Chapter completed!