The matchmaker was completely panicked, "You can't look at it! You can't look at it!"

Only now did she realize how deep Feng Zhongzui's heart was when she was preaching for Master Shou.

This pressure of the Holy Emperor, this image of Fengdu.

Its power did not even spread outwards, but it was already so heavy that the person's whole body fell apart and it was hard to breathe.

How to explain?

It is difficult to even hold your breath and concentrate, or open your eyes to look at each other. Explanation requires a big heart!

Even though I couldn't watch it, the picture of Jin Xing was always in focus.

The more than two million people watching the battle were completely excited at this moment, and they wished they had two more eyes so they could see more clearly.

After all, through the Jin Xing screen, the most they could see was that the screen was distorted, but they would not be pushed to the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, Matchmaker. You actually got to sit down with Master Shou for you. You know that there is nothing trivial about Master Shou. This man looks a bit scary!"

"Matchmaker, stand up! Why are you lying down? You are about to surpass Feng Zhongzui and become the number one preacher in the world! Seize the opportunity!"

"Matchmaker, please ask Mr. Shou to protect you. Even a drunk man can do it, so why can't you?"

"What kind of Holy Emperor is this? Why do I have no impression of this Holy Emperor at all?"

"Look, he's carrying a sword!"

Negative sword, this is so important.

The white-faced ghost also carried the sword, and Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu died from the ghost sword technique.

Shou Ye is carrying a sword. He debuts after half a year. The first opponent he forces is also carrying a sword...

"I know who he is!"

In Jin Xing's picture, the figure of the Holy Emperor walked down from the Bi'an Bridge. His face was blurry, but his voice was clear, interrupting all Jin Xing's heated discussions:
Chapter completed!