After 20 minutes, the sound slowly stopped.

The official in purple robe gently lowered his arm and his voice spread throughout the audience.

"Friends, please take your seats. Let's begin now."

As he finished speaking, the realm on his body wrapped around the chair beneath him.

His eyes flickered with meaningful light as he scanned the crowd.

Several small organizations were oppressed by the powerful shock and took a few steps back.

And some of the remaining organizations that can be ranked began to find their own positions under pressure.

The first person to arrive in the first row was a skinny old man with white eyebrows.

Others didn't recognize him at first, but when he came to the first row, a name appeared in everyone's mind.

Bath spring and autumn.

This guy is a first-class master of the Destiny Society and is directly connected to the top management.

I had participated in the last supernatural war, and my official position was not low, but I later quit Shenlong because of my habit of killing.

After joining the Life-Breaking Society, people rarely mention him now.

But seeing these unique white eyebrows in the world, everyone's nightmare reappeared.

For a moment, Quan stood motionless on the spot.

But Chunqiu was not idle, he just sat down gently on a chair next to the purple-robed official, just like visiting the house.

The skinny hands were still rubbing together, exhaling a few breaths of hot air.

"Old Zhengtou has been doing well recently. If I sell these clothes and get enough money to drink, I should be able to make a bowl of them."

Chunqiu seemed to feel that nothing had happened, and greeted the purple-robed official next to him as if nothing had happened.

The Zipao official also reacted quickly. He just thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"My life in Spring and Autumn was not as good as yours. I can only drink a few bowls of wine a day, and life is enough."

"Even if I sell this outfit, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink a bowl."

Chunqiu just bared his teeth and stopped talking.

At this time, the third person who entered the first row also appeared.

It was a woman wearing a pink dress.

She picked a chair far away and sat down alone, not talking to anyone else.

Those big beautiful eyes were shining like stars.

Chunqiu reached out and touched his white eyebrows, laughing.

"No. 9 on the list of murderers, the actor Changhong."

The woman raised her head, a bright smile blooming on her face.

"Senior, are you free to listen to a play?"

Teeth bared in Spring and Autumn.

"Miss Changhong, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for the theater by then!"

Changhong shook his head.

"It's an honor for me to sing for my seniors, and I hope to be rewarded after this incident."

Chunqiu flicked her fingers slightly.

"Okay, then I will live up to the girl's kindness."

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

And another voice sounded in the field.

"The chairs in the first row are more comfortable to sit on. I hope you all will support me and grab a chair for me if you have anything to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender figure appeared in the first row.

His face was rosy and healthy, he was holding a scroll of paintings in his hand, and he was sitting gently next to Chunqiu.

The purple-robed official raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The young master from the Alliance of Ghosts and Gods is truly extraordinary!"

The scholar who had a female figure growing up that day gently unfolded the drawing paper while being polite.

"Sir, you're welcome. The number one organization today is still the Doomsday Association."

The purple-robed official chuckled, reached out and picked up the teapot beside him and said.

"There is no wine here, so I'll give you tea instead. You're welcome, young master. I'll offer you a cup of tea."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then came.

"I came here to kill you, not to drink tea. Please let me go."

The purple-robed official did not speak, but still stood there coldly, his veiny arms slowly swelling.

The power under the big sleeves surges.

Chunqiu, who was next to him, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at his tea bowl.

There was a sharp friction sound between the bottom of the bowl and the tabletop, and it slipped under the teapot.

Then the water tilted out of the pot and flowed into the bowl.

Spring and Autumn have arrived.

"Thank you bro, I will definitely drink this pot of water."

The purple-robed official also imitated Spring and Autumn and sneered, continuing to hold the kettle and pour water into the already full bowl.

Chunqiu rubbed his two fingers, and when the water was about to overflow, he reached out and took the tea bowl back.

"I'll just drink this, brother, let's take a rest."

The purple-robed official didn't answer, and looked at the young man with his head raised and smiling while watching the show.

"Thank you, brother Chunqiu. After the show is over, I will ask the people below to bring you a bowl of wine."

The painting man didn't care about the purple-robed official's eyes at all, and didn't even raise his head and smiled.

Chunqiu patted his thigh and sighed.

"Young Master Qian Bohang is very forthright and a sensible person. His words are settled and his words are settled."

The two of them finished their words without saying anything at the same time, and the purple-robed official poured all the water in the kettle onto the table.

Then he gently put down the kettle and sat back down as if nothing had happened.

In the silence, the last representative of the super first-class force appeared.

It was a little giant nearly three meters tall, with steel-like muscles covering his whole body.

A complete set of ancient heavy armor was draped on his body, making him look even more powerful.

Every time the footsteps hit the ground, there was an echo.

He calmly came to the last seat and sat there.

Next to Changhong and Qian Bohang.

The people behind them all sat down when they saw the super organization, and they also began to move slowly.

At this time, the little giant hugged his fists around him.

"I am the Great Commander of the Spiritual Monsters of the Eastern Continent, the Wolf Emperor."

Others returned the gift one after another.

Then two people quickly sat down on the first-class organization.

But maybe because he didn't have enough strength, he was quickly beaten by others.

The body was shrouded in a huge supernatural light, the soul exploded into pieces, and the body dissolved instantly.

After this incident, no one except the first row dared to look for trouble, and a fight broke out immediately.

Many teammates even turned against each other and would do anything to get a position.

The person who was usually a close friend was now beaten to pieces.

But in an instant, the corpses of more than a dozen humans and ghosts were scattered everywhere in the field.

Some victors laugh and sit in the position they dream of, regardless of their injuries that could be fatal.

Then he loudly announced the organization behind him.

Some of them didn't have time to shout out, so they vomited blood and fell down beside their chairs.

After a while of chaos, all five rows of people were standing.
To be continued...