Beast Blood Panlong

Although he had already guessed that the other party had some affection for him, Sanbao did not expect that this girl Chun'er would be so direct and throw herself into his arms. He was a little at a loss for a moment. When he pushed the beauty in his arms away, he felt confused in his heart.

I felt a little regretful.

Looking at those charming eyes that contained subtle affection, Sanbao finally turned around, jumped on a unicorn, and rode away.

"Sambo, Sanbao, what's wrong with you? Have you been restless these past two days?" A few days later, at the dinner table in the bamboo building of the Eight Tribes' mansion, Guo'er waved his jade hand in front of Sanbao, breaking Sanbao out of his distracted state.

Pulled back.

"Oh, it's nothing. The Fang family's ancestral election will begin in a few days! I don't know who will become the new King of the North," Sanbao said with a slight embarrassment as the white image in his mind flashed away.

"Didn't you say that there is a 70% certainty that the eight tribes will become the new royal family? Besides, you and I are just passers-by after all..." Guo'er looked quite puzzled.

"That's it, if Brother Fang can really win the position of the new Northern King, it will only be good for us, and there may even be something to borrow from in the future..."

After Sanbao finished speaking, Guoer realized that it turned out that Sanbao was preparing for the future. If the Luo family wanted to return to Tianlan, if Fang Tietang could become the new King of the North, it would definitely be a powerful help to them.

On this day, in a huge valley a hundred miles east of Beiyan City, on dozens of hills of varying heights around the valley, the mountains and plains within a radius of dozens of kilometers were almost pitch black, filled with human heads.

In the very center of the valley, there is a fine iron platform hundreds of meters high.

The ancestral election held every fifty years in Beiyan City has begun.

Although for the vast majority of people with the Fang surname in Beiyan City, ancestral selection has no real relationship with them, this does not prevent this ancestral selection activity that has been passed down for thousands of years from becoming a festival for all people with the Fang surname.

Human beings are born with the instinct to worship the strong, not to mention that these strong men are also surnamed Fang. In the beliefs of most people with the surname Fang, they have the same ancestor.

As the sun gradually rises from the top of the mountain, countless black spots are coming from all directions in the distance, and traffic in the entire valley is almost completely paralyzed.

Finally, amid the constant waiting and shouting of millions of people, an old man in brocade clothes slowly walked out from the high platform in the center of the valley.

Almost everyone with some knowledge in Beiyan City knows this old man. He is Fang Lan, the current Great Elder of Beiyan City’s Spiritual Cultivation Hall. Although this man’s cultivation is average, he is almost the oldest among the eight tribes.

He has served as the chief elder of the Spiritual Cultivation Hall for more than fifty years.

In other words, when the current Northern King Fang Wushan was not the Northern King, he was already the Great Elder of the Spiritual Cultivation Hall.

It can be said that Fang Lan is a highly respected elder both in Beiyan City and within the eight Fang families, so he is the most suitable host for this Fang family ancestral election.

Fang Lan stood in the center of the high platform, looked around one by one, and then began to say: "Dear descendants of the Fang family, dear friends, the election of the new Northern King in Beiyan City is about to begin.

, first of all, please invite representatives of the eight Fang families to take the stage!"

The old man's voice seemed low, but it was clearly heard by everyone within a radius of nearly a hundred miles.

Go on stage, go on stage...

As the old man's words echoed throughout the valley, eight powerful Lingxuan warriors slowly flew out from the eight peaks surrounding the high platform.

"Lingxuan! It's Lingxuan!"

"The legendary Ling Xuan, the peak powerhouse!"

"The Fang family is invincible, long live the Fang family."

The whole valley boiled in an instant. For most people, this was the first time in their lives to see a powerful Lingxuan, and eight Lingxuan appeared at the same time. It was almost impossible to see such a scene on other occasions.

Impossible things.

"Fang Tietang, you are indeed back alive!" As the eight people gradually flew towards the high platform, a middle-aged man in white with an elegant appearance said with a smile.

This person is holding a long black pen and has a smile on his face, but his whole body exudes a powerful aura of being the only one in the world.

This person is none other than a direct descendant of Fang Tianyi, the founding leader of Beiyan. Today's Beiwang Fang Wushan, the black pen in his hand is a super magic weapon passed down by Fang Tianyi, and was later used by Fang Tianyi.

It's called Tian Yi Yi.

"Cousin Tie, welcome you back to the Eight Clans. This time the battle for the Northern King is even more interesting." Facing Fang Wutian was none other than Fang Xiaohuang, the number one master of the Fang Two Clans. He was also a member of the Eight Clans before Fang Tietang appeared.

Within the clan, he is known as the most favorable competitor to the Northern King.

His son Xiaobei Wang Fangjian is the biggest favorite to win the championship among young ancestors.

"Yes, I'm back!" Fang Tietang looked very low-key, wearing coarse linen clothes, and the cuffs of his broken arm were floating in the air. If he hadn't appeared in the air at this moment, representing the Fang Eight Clan, no one would have been able to tell.

He is a super master who was second only to Fang Wushan among the eight clans in Qianfang's family fifty years ago.

"Eight people! Please take your seats."

Fang Lan, who was presiding over the ancestral election on the high platform, waved to everyone, and then the eight people sat one by one on the golden chairs that had been prepared on the high platform.

"Uncle Xie Lan!"

"Uncle Lan, long time no see!"

"Uncle Lan, Zhenkong is so polite!"

Including Fang Wushan, the eight masters actually saluted the old man one by one. Fang Lan, as a Lingxuan strongman over 250 years old, is not only famous throughout Beiyan City, but also quite popular among the eight tribes.

Respected by all ethnic groups.

"Representatives of the three kings from the Southeast and the West are invited to attend!" Following Fang Lan's shout, three powerful Lingxuan masters flew out of the air again, representing the strong men who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the other three kings.

"I have met the Northern King and the princes of the eight tribes!"

"You three are guests from afar, please take a seat!"

When the three of them flew to Taichung, they inevitably had a conversation with the kings of the eight tribes, and then were arranged by Fang Lan to the seats that had been prepared.

But what surprised everyone was that the most distinguished seat in the center of the stage was actually empty, and even the North King Fang Wutian was only arranged next to it.

Could it be?

Everyone's speculation had just begun when Fang Lan's penetrating voice once again sounded loudly in the valley: Now, let us invite the distinguished Prince Ouyang Quan to come to the stage to announce the official start of the ancestral election of our Fang family!"

"It's the Golden Crow royal family, they've also sent people here!"

"Didn't you say that the Northern Palace is at odds with the royal family? Why did they send people here!"

"Of course we have to do this. Is it possible that the royal family really wants to force our Fang family to rebel?"

As millions of people continued to scan the sky, a golden figure slowly flew over from a distance. This man was about sixty years old, dressed in gold clothes, with wide cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a golden strand on his chin.

The long beard makes his whole person look noble.

This person is none other than Ouyang Quan, the third uncle of Ouyang Zhen, the current leader of the Golden Crow Kingdom, and he is also a powerful spiritual master.

"I've met Prince Quan!"

Including King Bei, more than ten people on the stage all stood up and then welcomed Ouyang Zhen into the most distinguished seat in the center of the high stage.

After some pleasantries, Ouyang Quan came to the stage and said softly in a slightly hoarse voice: "On behalf of the Golden Crow royal family, I announce that the election for the North King of the Fang family has begun!"

Firecrackers blasted, thousands of gongs rang, and countless fireworks shot into the sky. The opening ceremony that had been prepared for a long time officially started with the arrival of all important people.

After a tedious but necessary ceremony of worshiping heaven and ancestors, Fang Lan came to the stage again and shouted to everyone: "Now the North King Challenge has officially begun. Anyone from our Fang family who has reached the level of Lingxuan will

, everyone can come up to the stage to challenge the position of the Northern King of Wushan. You can come up now..."

"Is anyone coming up? Is anyone coming up?"

Following Fang Lan's loud greeting, there was silence among the millions of people.

Except for the eight members of the Fang family, it is too difficult for ordinary members of the Fang family to achieve Lingxuan.

On a dangerous hilltop south of the high platform, Sanbao, Fang Tieyi, Fang Juntu and others stood facing the wind. Looking at the millions of people in front of them, not a single Lingxuan came forward, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Lingxuan is indeed a super being that is unique in millions!"

Just when everyone thought that Fang Lan was just going through the motions and that the Northern King was finally born within the eight tribes, a bald man suddenly flew out of the dark heads and quickly arrived in front of the high platform.

"Fang Tielian challenges the Northern King!"

Huh...

There was a burst of booing all over the mountains and plains. Except for the eight Fang families, there were too few people from the other Fang clansmen in Beiyan City who could practice Lingxuan.

"Oh, it turns out you are the head of the Tie Lian family from Beidaokou. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I didn't expect you to be promoted to Lingxuan. Congratulations. From now on, Beidaokou will have a place for you in Beidaokou..." Fang Lan said

He revealed the identity of the other party. Obviously, he knew the upper-level forces in Beiyan City very well.

Before today, the Fang family in Beidaokou could only be regarded as a slightly stronger second-rate force in Beiyan City. However, as the head of the family named Fang Tielian was promoted to Lingxuan, from then on, his family could be considered to have officially entered the first-rate level.

In fact, the weakest family among the eight Fang clans only has one or two junior Lingxuan.

"I don't dare. Tie Lian was lucky enough to get the opportunity to challenge the Northern King today. If he didn't give it a try, he would be ashamed of his ancestors. I hope the Northern King will show mercy..."

"Easy to say!" Fang Wushan smiled and nodded, and the wind and light clouds floated in the void.

With the first non-Eight Clans Lingxuan taking the stage to challenge, the Battle of the Northern King officially begins.

According to the ancestral teachings, the contemporary Northern King must accept the challenge of anyone who meets the challenge conditions.

Soon, in the void in front of the high platform, the Northern King Fang Wushan and the challenger Fang Tielian stood facing the sky. Under the focus of millions of pairs of eyes, the two fought to the same place.

Under the Ling Emperor, he almost only saw two figures flying in the air for a moment, and then heard Fang Tielian's surrender.

"Thank you King Bei for your mercy. Tielian has made a lot of money today. I will definitely come to express my gratitude in the future..."

"It's over? It's over?"

"What the hell, I didn't see anything!"