Painting of the Nine Immortals

At this moment, the sun was hanging high, and the endless rays of light were shining, shining on the millions of monks, which made the sea of ​​flowers more beautiful.

Under the sun, blossoming exotic flowers and weeds bloom in the wind, gorgeous and dreamlike.

Everyone was fascinated. When they saw the fairy in the flower dancing, it was difficult to extricate themselves.

Even the strongest of those six younger generations.

Only two people were sober throughout the scene, one was the superior Yuan Ying strong, and the other was Ling Xian.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the flower Wanwan who had lost his soul, and smiled, "Isn't the owner of Huacheng planning to investigate?"

"No need, there is not much difference between exploration and exploration, and I do not intend to do anything with you." Hua Wan smiled mildly and generously.

"This is the best way, otherwise the entire Huacheng city will suffer." Ling Xian smiled lightly.

Hearing the words, Hua Wanyu became more and more suspicious. However, she didn't plan to do anything to Ling Xian, so she simply let it go.

Just then, those who were immersed in the illusion also woke up one after another, and their faces were still full of intoxication.

"Although this is not the first time I have seen it, every time I see it, it makes me fascinated and unforgettable."

"The sea of ​​flowers is magnificent and spectacular, and the fairies are beautiful and refined. It is indeed a wonderful flower feast with the reputation of being drunk."

"Is this the Huahai and Huaxian? It is really beautiful to the extreme. No wonder dare to call it the most beautiful wonder of Yuezhou."

Everyone began to speak, in addition to admiration in words, still admiration.

"Well, the fancy flower feast is over. Next, it's time to choose the flower god." Hua Wan converged to smile and turned serious.

When her words landed, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Although the news about the re-election of Huashen has come out in the past few days, after hearing Hua Wanyue's own words, it still shocked everyone.

Thousands of years ago, the Flower God was the symbol of the Flower City, which was equivalent to the sages of all major forces, ranking second only to the city's owner. However, for some reason, the owner of the city at that time abandoned the position of the **** of flowers, and set the rules, and never chose again.

Therefore, with the passage of time, the Flower God is no longer a symbol of Flower City and is gradually forgotten by people. However, at the moment, Hua Wanyu has to risk the fate of Huacheng and re-select the flower god. How can they not be shocked?

While shocked, they were also a little bit upset.

After all, the city owner abandoned the flower **** first, and now the flower gracefully wants to establish the flower **** again, which is unreasonable.

"City Lord, we all know that you are dedicated to Huacheng. For thousands of years, the flower **** has been abandoned. I have been calm and peaceful in Huacheng, and nothing major has happened."

"Yes, the rules are unbreakable. Since the position of flower **** has been abolished, it should not be chosen again."

"That is, unless the city owner gives us a reason to be convinced, otherwise I will never agree."

Everyone spoke, and more than half of them were protesting Huawan's decision.

Seeing this, Ling Xian became more and more convinced of her own guess, and smiled softly: "It seems that the word Hua Shen has some secrets in addition to its symbolic meaning."

Then, he turned his eyes to Hua Wanyu, wondering what she would do in this case.

Unexpectedly, Hua Wanyue, though she seemed to be tender, was domineering and quite powerful.

"I don't care what you think, whether it's against it or not, I choose it."

Hua Wan's face was cold and cold, and the majestic power of the Yuan Yingqiang suddenly came, overwhelming the audience.

She slowly glanced at the people below, saying: "The city owner abandoned her for a reason, and I re-elected it for my reasons. You just need to know that I am for the good of Huacheng."

It was said that the residents of Huacheng frowned, and they were still discouraged, and they did not want Huawan to re-elect Huashen.

This made Hua Wanyue Dai's eyebrows frown, coldly: "Are you the city owner or am I the city owner?"

"Although it is the decision of the city owner to abandon the position of the flower god, don't forget that I am also the city owner. Why not re-select the flower god?"

Hua Wan was quite strong, and Han said, "I don't care if you agree or not. In short, I chose Hua Shen."

It was said that those who opposed the proposal were silent immediately. They did not support the proposal but dared not continue to say it.

They were all clear, Hua Wanyu seemed soft, and smiled tenderly to everyone. But in fact, it was fierce and overbearing, and obedience to her was natural.

But if not, then the next thing is iron blood suppression.

Therefore, everyone was silent and did not dare to say more.

Seeing this, Ling Xian took a deep look at Hua Wan and whispered: "It took only a few words to suppress this violation of the rules. It seems that this woman is not a simple character."

After speaking, he shook his head with a smile and shook his head. Who would be a simple figure who could reach the status of Yuan Ying?

"good, very good."

Seeing that everyone was silent, the coldness on Hua Wanyue Qiao's face gradually disappeared, and she replaced her face with a gentle smile.

But when she saw her domineering side, Ling Xian could not be blinded by the gentleness she showed.

"Now I announce that the election of the **** of flowers has officially started."

Hua Wan smiled softly, and the words that made the monk's eyes immediately became shiny.

They don't care about the secret behind the flower god, but the name of the flower god. According to ancient records, the flower gods of all ages are very beautiful, so they want to win the name of flower **** and prove their beauty.

However, after seeing Yu Wushou on the high platform, the women were suddenly poured with a basin of cold water, with bitter smiles on their faces.

There is no way, the gap is too great, even if the women are together, they are not as beautiful as she.

Everyone at the scene also believes that if there will be a flower god, then it must be Yu Wushou.

She is so beautiful, just like the fairy fairy Ling Bo, she is so beautiful and terrifying. Looking at the entire scene, the woman, I am afraid, is only graceful and can not be covered by her light.

As the city owner, Hua Wan is naturally not likely to be elected as the flower god. In this way, there is no suspense about the position of the flower god.

Yu Wushou thinks so too, with a slight smile on her mouth, full of confidence.

This made all the people in the audience radiant, even Yuezhou Liujie was fascinated by it.

"No suspense."

Hua Wan smiled secretly, took out a colorful flower from the storage bag. Then, she pinched the printing method, and suddenly, the flower shined brightly.

The nine colors of light are dazzling, dreamy, and blurred.

After that, Hua Wan's handprints changed, and this strange flower was selected to determine the flower god's candidate.

Seeing this, everyone, including Ling Xian, only admired and had no expectation. Because of the entire scene, there is no more beautiful woman with Yu Wushou.

However, when that nine-colored light ignored Yu Wushou and enveloped Lingxian, everyone fell into sluggishness.

Even himself was stunned, and the only thought was.

I do!

I am a pure man!