Luo Haoming sneered sarcastically: "The time has come."
"The incense hasn't gone out yet." The referee glanced at Luo Haoming, frowned, and said lightly.
But at the same time, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the gate, and the anxiety in his eyes was difficult to conceal.
The sarcasm on Luo Haoming's face became more intense. He smiled coldly: "Then wait a little longer."
If Nangong Liuyun was sensible, he would definitely not show up at this time.
Because once the fight starts, fists and feet have no eyes, and whether you live or die is no longer up to him.
Any veteran genius would be eager to slaughter a rising star like him, including him, Luo Haoming.
A bloodthirsty sneer flashed across Luo Haoming's eyes. He actually hoped Nangong Liuyun would come over, because he really wanted to nip this rising star in the bud.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the incense was about to go out.
At this time, many people in the audience looked uncertain.
Emperor Jing's expression became more complicated.
Emperor Jing stared at the entrance without blinking, afraid of missing any information.
But no matter how closely he stared, no matter how much he hoped, Nangong Liuyun's figure never appeared in his sight.
"How could this happen!" Emperor Jing held his hands tightly, his eyes troubled.
The Eastern Jin Dynasty only has one seeded player, Nangong Liuyun. If he voluntarily gives up, then the Eastern Jin Dynasty is basically finished!
At this time, Emperor Jing had basically ruled out Su Luo.
As for Su Luo's victory over Beichen Ying last time, Emperor Jing subconsciously thought that Beichen Ying was letting her win. In his opinion, if it came down to true strength, Su Luo would be defeated the moment she stepped on the stage, so he never had any hope for Su Luo.
At the critical moment that Emperor Jing and everyone else were eagerly awaiting, at the very last moment when the incense was about to burn out -
Nangong Liuyun arrived late.
Those ink-black eyes flashed with a look of contempt for the world, with bright eyes, white teeth, lips as red as cinnabar, and the lines of the jaw as hard and cold as those of an aristocrat.
At this moment, he was wearing a black robe, and the light breeze blew past him, and the tassels under the jade belt danced freely. He walked slowly with graceful steps, and his every move showed his nobility and elegance, yet he was sharp and domineering.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people in the audience, Nangong Liuyun walked proudly to the front of the stage, like a super powerful man from ancient times.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he stood calmly in front of Luo Haoming.
To be fair, Luo Haoming has a good appearance and outstanding temperament. Before Nangong Liuyun appeared, he was definitely the focus of the whole audience and the object of everyone's admiration.
But after Nangong Liuyun appeared, he seemed to be shining like the sun. His natural leadership aura and unparalleled personal charm deeply attracted everyone.
"As expected of His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin, just standing there makes people want to kneel down and worship him." Someone in the crowd expressed similar sentiments.
Li Yaoyao looked like a dazed person, watching Nangong Liuyun getting closer and closer, and finally walking up to the fighting stage.
Her fists clenched tightly! Why couldn't he just look down at her? Why couldn't such an outstanding man belong to her?
Li Yaoyao bit her lower lip deeply, and it soon turned bright red, with drops of blood rolling down.
On the stage, Nangong Liuyun stood there as if no one was around, his expression arrogant and indifferent.
Luo Haoming frowned slightly.
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