Under the reflection of the luminous flowers, the outlines and appearances of the two people in the field became clear.

The lords and nobles in the front row all showed surprise after seeing it clearly, but the audience in the back row were too far away and could not see it clearly at all. They all squinted their necks and squinted their eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiankun pointed at the finger and saw that there were millions of seats in the venue. Two strange flowers with only one transparent petals were grown next to each. The two strange flowers overlapped in front of the audience, as if two convex lenses were forming a simple telescope. Now, the scene that was originally several hundred meters away suddenly came close to him, and everyone saw the appearance of the people in the venue clearly!

"Hai...Haierro?"

The venue was commotion. As a brave man who drew out the holy sword, Heerro's name had long been spread throughout the Carlo Continent. In addition, his wanted orders were posted all over the streets and alleys, and many people recognized him. When one of the swordsmen was him, the exclamations in the field were heard one after another.

As for the other person confronting Haierluo, no one knew him. Only the Lionheart Lords in the first row recognized him. This was the mysterious swordsman who blocked Haierluo before!

"I said! What the hell are you doing!" Xun Yiming looked up at Zhao Qiankun standing among the flowers, and said with a blushing face: "I want you to give me a chance to be alone with him. Why did you have such a big battle? You have also made so many people watch!"

Zhao Qiankun poked his head out and laughed: "This is so good that millions of people watch you clean up the portal live. Even 666 can dominate the screen. Do you know how many anchors this is the dream?"

Xun Yiming could not understand his nonsense, so he could only refute: "This is a personal grudge, I want to resolve it privately!"

"The problem is that your personal grudges involve the war between two countries!" Zhao Qiankun was still messing around: "You think, Xiao Xunzi, if you can defeat the culprit of this war in front of so many people, expose his true face, and maintain world peace, how cool it would be! You will definitely become a great hero who is more loved than the brave!"

"Big Hero?" Xun Yiming was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this direction. When Zhao Qiankun saw that he was hesitant, he immediately added fuel to his anger: "Of course, think about it, if you become a big hero, you have to become the dream lover of many little girls. Think about it, there are a bunch of little fans around you wherever you go, how happy it would be..." As he said that, Zhao Qiankun lowered the flower stem, leaned out to approach Xun Yiming, and whispered: "Don't worry, Violet is far away in the Qiongluo Continent, how can you care about what you are doing in Xicaro Island? Hehehe..."

Lao Zhao let out a man knows how to laugh, and originally planned to get Xun Yiming's approval. Unexpectedly, the boy was stern and said righteously: "What are you talking nonsense? I won't do anything to sorry Violet!"

This reaction was unexpected by Zhao Qiankun. Is love so powerful? He actually made this guy who couldn't walk when he saw the beauty suddenly raise his mind to this level?

Lao Zhao was looking at Xun Yiming with admiration, and suddenly heard the boy clear his throat: "But we should do what people should do to eliminate harm for the people and save troubled times!"

As he said that, Haierluo rushed up and grabbed Huarui in front of Zhao Qiankun, and introduced himself loudly: "Hello, everyone, my name is Xun Yiming. I am a swordsman. I like to kill the strong and support the weak and uphold justice. I am 1.8 meters tall and weigh 150 pounds. My hobby is..."

Seeing that the boy was a bit proud, Zhao Qiankun snatched back the microphone: "You are here to ask for marriage?! Don't talk about the useless thing, let's talk about the key points!" After saying that, he pointed and a small voice transmission flower grew out of the ground to make a microphone for Haierluo.

Xun Yiming shrugged his shoulders and coughed twice at the microphone: "What I just said is not counted... Let me introduce it again. My name is Xun Yiming... And I believe everyone knows the one opposite me!" As he said that, he pointed to Haierluo on the opposite side: "The brave man who drew out the holy sword, the saint who saved lives and healed the wounded, but at the same time, you may not know that he is my junior brother!"

The fellow disciple of the brave?! I have never heard of this before, and there were bursts of doubts in the audience. Xun Yiming smiled: "Not only you, I guess, the brave junior brother in front of him is also surprised, right?"

As he said that, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Haierluo from a distance: "What should I call you? This friend who pretends to be my lovely junior brother?"

"Even Haierluo is fake?" The doubts in the end were even more obvious!

Faced with this situation, Haierluo, who had been silent, walked to the voice transmission flower and finally spoke: "I am indeed not a holy sword, but I don't think that only those holding the holy sword are worthy of becoming a brave man... Whether you can afford this noble title should not be based on weapons, but here!"

As he said that, Heerro raised his hand and pointed to his heart: "I came to save the victims of the Orn Empire, used violence to stop the tyranny of the Orn Empire, and even provoked disputes between the two countries... But I have a clear conscience! Is the decayed and broken Orn Empire really suitable for existence?"

"You fart!" A faint protest came from the stands of Ornn, but it was King Ornn. Unfortunately, the old emperor tied to his seat did not have the blessing of the voice transmission flower, and his voice was too small to attract attention.

Haier simply ignored Emperor Aoun and turned to the higher stands: "Here, most of them should be residents of Aoun. Ask yourself, what has the Aoun Empire been doing since the outbreak of the plague? During the days of the siege, the supply in the city was all the nobles and the army was given priority. Have they considered the feelings of you civilians? And the grain collection troops everywhere outside, how many civilians died because of them? How many of them are your relatives and friends? Which of these bastards or plagues is the greater harm?"

"Friends of Orn, please recognize the facts!" Heerro opened his arms: "Back to the source of everything, do you think this plague is really just a coincidence? Is it a cleanup of civilians by the Orn royal family? Is it a leak of the research of the Crazy Mage? Or God's punishment for those who are in power? There is no unreasonable thing in this world. The Orn Empire has an unshirkable responsibility to the royal family!!"

Haierro's words made the audience silent, and then, doubts echoed one after another. The hearts of the people of Orn City were completely shaken. They all accused the selfish people in power, and only the Orn nobles were still making trouble, but their voices were too small and could not defeat public opinion at all!
Chapter completed!