Chapter 405 (1/2)

The next day, at the foot of the holy mountain.

At the foot of the holy mountain, there is a huge square paved with white marble. Under the holy light, it radiates pure white and light gold. It looks pure and holy. Near the holy mountain, there is a climbing ladder, which goes up to the top of the mountain.

At the moment, the outside of the square is already crowded and noisy, surrounded by flags, hunting in the wind.

In addition to the flag symbolizing the hall of martial spirit, the most eye-catching one is the flag of 32 teams participating in the competition.

Dai mubai looked at one of the flags tightly.

The background of dark blue sets off 72 bright stars. It looks vast and beautiful. This flag is the flag of the Royal College of Xingluo and the flag of the Empire of Xingluo.

”Mubai, it's time to enter.”

Suddenly, Wang Jian standing behind Dai mubai patted Dai mubai's shoulder and said softly.

Dai mubai looked back at Wang Jian, nodded and followed the team.

Above the huge square in the direction of the holy mountain, you can see a woman in a papal robe standing on the climbing ladder. She is wearing a zigzag purple gold crown and holding a two meter long Scepter inlaid with numerous gems.

That pair of eyes under the head up Gu Bo not surprised, almost perfect face noble sacred, make her look so different.

This is the Pope of this generation, bibidong!

The master of this opening ceremony did not come, probably to avoid this beautiful woman.

Wang Jian looked at her a few eyes, then withdrew his eyes and thought of it silently.

Bibidong, a contradictory and complicated woman.

Pitiful, pathetic, lamentable.

But things have been irreparable, he just hope that in the future it is best not to fight with this woman.

On the climbing ladder, a cardinal on the side of bibidong suddenly whispered to her: ”Your holiness, this is the College of heavenly spirit teachers. The young man in white on the left side is the dean of this college.”

”Well.”

Bibidong indicated that he knew, and then his eyes looked at Wang Jian's body, looking light and searching.

Wang Jian's brow slightly wrinkled, subconsciously raised his head. The Pope's eyes looked at each other. Those eyes were so flat that they didn't seem to have any other purpose, but they gave him great pressure.

”What a strong cultivation!”

Wang Jian secretly exclaimed in his heart that the current Bi Bi Dong had at least ninety-seven or eight levels of cultivation.

Apart from other things, the talent of bidong is absolutely terrible!

The night vision behind Wang Jian moved. Liu Mei wrinkled slightly. Then he raised his head and looked at Bi Bi Dong with his scarlet eyes.

Eyes crossed, no one knows.

Bibidong was shocked and took a deep look at the dark night.

No, why did I just ignore the existence of this girl?!

Bibidong felt a little difficult to understand. Her brow was also frowning. She looked at her indifferent eyes in the dark night and felt the pressure.

Bibidong's indifferent face changed slightly, and even the hand holding the scepter became tight.

She found that... The girl's cultivation was not weaker than her!

”Dark night!”

Walking in front of Wang Jian suddenly eyebrows slightly pick, some dissatisfied toward the back of the dark night scold way.

He took a look at Wang Jian in the dark, then drew back his eyes to bibidong. His face was calm, as if the fight with bibidong just now was just Wang Jian's illusion,

Wang Jian can't help feeling a little tired. Don't make trouble, boss. It's someone else's home!