Chapter 871: A fierce battle at sea, is this a fight between immortals?
There were discussions everywhere, and several lights shone on the girl's hair.
The staff and assistants in the audience were completely confused.
Is there such an item?
The normal process is over.
"What does Lele have to say by being so mysterious?"
"The wealthy Wang family has been hiding this secret for so long, and no one has figured out the reason."
"Even if you think with your heels, you know Sister Le wants to clarify the rumors."
"Not necessarily. I think there are new songs coming out to warm up the album."
In the corner of the second-tier stands, Ye Luo took off his sunglasses in confusion.
She and Xiaodie took the opportunity to come here, hoping to listen to some music to cultivate their sentiments.
Is it possible that the eighth daughter of the Wang family is also planning to retire?
"she……"
Xiaodie leaned over to talk: "She wants to explain the situation at home?"
"You...really have cerebellar atrophy. There's no hope."
Ye Luo crossed his legs and looked at the stands with a serious expression.
She didn't think Wang Lele would explain anything under the pressure of public opinion.
With so many media present, if you say something wrong it will backfire.
"terribly sorry."
Wang Lele's voice is ethereal and his smile seems to cleanse the soul.
"I've been so busy that I haven't had a day off."
Facing thousands of gazes, she walked step by step to the front of the stage.
"For the next period of time, I will no longer attend performances and events."
"As for the reason, please don't speculate. I plan to create behind closed doors."
“Let me calm down and try my best to produce better works.”
"so……"
Although it is said to be a period of sedimentation, fans are not easily fooled. When the proposal of closing the door was made, I had already guessed something.
Several big bosses of the Wang family retreated without warning, and the key...
Not just one or two people, everyone faded out of sight.
Wang Lele's behavior indirectly confirmed that there was something wrong with the Wang family.
One fan was so excited that he interrupted her by yelling.
“No, Lele!!”
"Without Sister Le, where are we going to attend the concert? Please don't do this."
“The music world cannot lose Lele, just as the West cannot lose Jerusalem!”
Although there is audio source online, the listening experience is completely different.
That feeling of being out of this world can only be experienced in person.
The live broadcast barrage was crazy, and the comments were full of conspiracy theories.
The happiest people are the media. How can they lack traffic now?
They can immediately create hot searches and public opinion topics through their backend.
"What's Sister Le doing? There are so many cameras facing her!"
The assistant's lips were trembling, but it was too late to stop him.
The reporters were staring intently, waiting to block the road for interviews after the show was over.
The words fell.
Wang Lele’s eyes suddenly widened and he couldn’t move.
Two middle-aged men in bizarre costumes leaped onto the stage.
They had playful smiles on their faces, with the word "snow" prominently displayed on their chests.
He exudes a cold and gloomy aura, which makes him incompatible with ordinary people.
The security guards nearby were all confused. How did the two of them bypass all the checkpoints and get on stage?
"furious!"
Elder Fang roared and stood in front of the two men.
"Humph, this foreign bastard is hiding in the dark."
Almost in the blink of an eye, three weirdos appeared on the stage...
The audience was confused for a moment whether it was a performance by the organizer.
Studio.
[These three people are wearing clothes and have such long hair. Are they role-playing? ]
[Holy shit, that old guy can flash? Who saw him go up?]
[It should have been erased with special effects, or there was a delay in the live broadcast.]
To the audience who witnessed it with their own eyes, it seemed that the three people appeared suddenly.
They were even more surprised and unbelievable...
The staff immediately came on stage and tried to drag the three people away.
"No matter who you are, please leave immediately, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by someone's sidelong glance.
"Ants."
The staff member was stunned, and his throat felt as if it was being strangled by a pair of steel pliers, causing him unbearable pain.
After a fruitless struggle, he soon lost consciousness.
"Miss Wang, the Elders' Pavilion has summoned you. Please come with me."
The elder of Liuxue Sect, Emperor Huang Wen, ignored everyone else and stared at the girl.
The Elders' Council planned to send them to capture the girl alive and escort her to Kunlun.
At this moment, Fang Yuan's expression also became ugly.
One is at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the other is at the late stage of the Nascent Soul!
He secretly mobilized his cultivation and planned to take Wang Lele away.
At this time, the security guards were no longer stunned and surrounded the stage with weapons.
Emperor Huang Wen gave a sarcastic smile, and the nearby security guards stopped strangely.
Immediately, his pupils suddenly contracted, and bang! bang! bang! It exploded into a bloody mist.
The scattered pieces of dark red clothing looked like falling petals, eerie and terrifying.
“Ah! Someone’s murdered!!”
"Run away! Call the police! Someone's dead!"
Extreme panic filled the concert hall, and the smell of blood irritated everyone's nerves.
The audience rushed to the exit and the cameraman retreated with his device.
The behind-the-scenes operators were stunned and quickly sent someone to contact the police, then cut off the live broadcast of the performance and notified people to evacuate the audience.
The remaining security guards trembled and fell off the stage.
Killing people in public is simply crazy!
"Elder Huang, killing ordinary people will bring you karma. You are reckless."
Guan Ping said indifferently: "Killing these bugs will dirty your hands."
Emperor Huang Wen laughed heartily. He really didn't care about the life or death of the aliens.
After we occupy this territory, we will have to enslave these bugs.
People pushed and shoved their way to the exit, fearing they would be implicated and wrongly killed.
"Whoosh!"
A chair came crashing down, and Emperor Huang Wen frowned slightly. A white light shone through his body, smashing the chair into pieces.
“Interesting~”
"As the Second Elder said, the spiritual energy here is poor, which has led to the natives advocating martial arts and the decline of cultivators."
The graceful figure leaped like a cheetah, Ye Luo tore open his coat, and several daggers fell out, shooting towards Emperor Huang Wen's eyebrows with true energy.
"So weak."
"With this level of strength, you are no better than the servants and minions of our sect."
Emperor Huang Wen flicked his finger, and suddenly the dagger shattered into powder.
Ye Luo's eyes were filled with horror. This was made of alloy, yet it was dissolved by someone just raising his hand. What a terrifying move.
She did a front flip and landed in the middle of the field, with white energy condensing on the surface of her fist.
Wang Lele saw the face clearly and recognized it as Mo Yanyu's follower.
"Mr. Fang, stop her!"
Fang Yuan wanted to take action.
Noticing Guan Ping's playful smile, he immediately gave up the idea.
The most important thing is to take the lady away, he has no time to take care of anything else.
"go!"
Fang Yuan grabbed Wang Lele and turned into a stream of light, breaking through the wall.
"Innocent."
Guan Ping couldn't help but sneer, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ye Luo threw a punch, and a tiger head seemed to appear and hit Emperor Huang Wen in the face.
"boom!"
The martial arts master struck with all his might, creating a gust of air several feet high. The floor beneath his feet cracked in all directions, and the air currents made people's hair dance wildly.
Ye Luo was startled, her fist felt like it hit iron, making her palm numb and her blood boiling.
Looking up, I saw my fist clenched tightly.
Ye Luo was filled with horror and wanted to pull out his fist but it didn't move at all.
"I don't have time to play with you."
Emperor Huang Wen smiled playfully, flipped his hand and threw Ye Luo to the ground, then stepped on her abdomen, creating a three-foot-deep pit.
"puff!!"
The true energy gathered in the dantian poured out, and the meridians broke inch by inch.
Ye Luo spat out a mouthful of blood and was unable to move as if he was suppressed by a divine elephant.
As she fainted, she stared at the other person closely and pursed her pale lips.
"You...are not a warrior...who are you?"
Emperor Huang Wen looked at it as if it were an ant and kicked it away indifferently.
A useless person from a foreign land has no right to inquire about his name.
He glanced at the hole, took a step forward and disappeared into the void.
Ye Luo smashed several chairs and his life or death was in danger.
In the corner, Xiaodie was crying and holding her phone with trembling hands.
"It's over. What should I do now? The young master still hasn't replied."
"Yellow seems to be 1.4."
