Emperor Jiuyin

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

Under the scorching sun, above the Tianfu, in a huge round bowl-shaped building, half of the seats around it have been occupied, and the other half is reserved for the distinguished guests who enter from behind. In the center is a A huge square with a diameter of one hundred feet, with several huge colorful characters floating in the sky - the Eight Schools of Martial Arts Conference. The six big characters are very dazzling, highlighting the lively atmosphere at this moment.

Prominent figures among the eight sects appeared one after another.

First came the host, Canglan Academy. Dean Han Yan, several white-haired elders of the academy, Fang Tianxing, Zhou Buzheng, Xiao Xinlan, Ji Meihong and other Canglan sons all came to the scene. There were also some mixed in the crowd. A stranger, middle-aged, with an ordinary appearance, even a bit vulgar.

This middle-aged man is actually Ma Hualang in disguise, because Sima Qianlong may come today. If Sima Qianlong finds out, Ma Hualang may be destroyed.

Li Hanxue followed Ma Hualang. His face was very pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His eyes were full of restlessness. His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, but there was no sign of the girl.

Then the three sects including the Blood Moon Sword Sect, Xuanyuan Sect, and Xuantian Sect filed in. Yang Ziyun, Ning Yihai and Shi Wencai looked around and were a little surprised to see such a magnificent arena. But their attention was mainly focused on Tianwuzong, but no one from Tianwuzong came at this moment.

After the three factions entered, another large group of people entered the arena one after another.

Poshan Sect, deputy sect master Lei Ran, and his son Lei Zhan, practiced thunder warfare. They practiced hard in Luo Lei Valley for ten years and escaped death hundreds of times. Now their cultivation has reached the peak of Xuanwu Realm, which is rare among the same level. adversary.

Lei Zhan's eyes were sweeping and arrogant. He raised his hands to the sky and stretched out his hands as if he were receiving divine grace. He smiled and said, "Dad, I will definitely win the first place this time."

Lei Ran smiled and said: "Since you entered the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm, you have never met an opponent again. It shouldn't be a problem to win the first place this time, but you still have to be careful. There are still some among the ten Canglan disciples. Masters exist.”

In the Fenglei Sect, I asked Wu Zhongtian, the elder of Wutang, and his disciple Jiang Song, who was only twenty years old and at the peak of the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm. In the competition between the true disciples, he defeated all the enemies with one sword and became famous for a while. He was known as the Little Sword God of Fenglei.

Jiang Song, the Little Sword God of Wind and Thunder, was holding a long sword and his gentle jade-like face fascinated a group of girls. He showed an evil smile and seemed to have a chance to win the eight sects of martial arts competition.

Ju Ling Sect, the sect leader Jin Baoquan, and his beloved disciple Wang Shui entered the Xuanwu Realm at the age of fifteen. In five years, he achieved great success in the field of Chong Shui and reached the peak of Xuanwu Realm. He is the true number one among the younger generation of Ju Ling Sect. Man, no one can blunt his edge. Even the third-grade sect was attracted by this boy and sent someone to invite Wang Shui to join the third-grade sect. However, Wang Shui refused, which shows how talented and powerful this person is.

As soon as Wang Shui stepped on the ground, the ground shook slightly, and the people around him immediately felt a sticky feeling, as if they were being sucked into the abyss by an inseparable mud.

Wang Shui smiled slightly, "It seems that this eight-sect martial arts conference is nothing more than that."

Then, the last sect, Tianyuan Sword Sect, also entered the arena.

Xia Lun, the elder of the Criminal Law Hall, and his disciple Liao Liping, practiced swordsmanship at the age of seven and mastered the Tianyuan Sword Technique. For ten years, they have practiced the Tianyuan Sword Technique to the Dacheng realm, standing at the peak of the Xuanwu Realm. They are only one step away from entering the Mingwu Realm. When the sword comes out, there will be blood, either his blood or the opponent's blood. He created the Tianyuan Sword Technique by himself, which is called the Heavenly Blood Sword. His moves are fierce and the essence is two words - desperate, like a madman, even risking his life in order to win. Warriors in the same realm feel like seeing him. Like the god of plague, he always takes a detour.

Liao Liping carried a long sword on his back, his expression as cold as ice, and his eyes filled with murderous intent. To him, this game was a killing, not a competition.

People from the eight factions entered the arena one after another, each looking for a seat. Among the crowd, a man with a black ghost face also mixed in.

Dean Han Yan jumped into the center of the square and said loudly: "Today, thanks to the love of all the sects, come to our Canglan Academy to learn martial arts..."

"Wow..."

Halfway through Han Yan's words, a big commotion broke out in the entire arena, and almost everyone stood up.

"What's going on? Why is the crowd so loud."

"Look, someone big is coming."

Everyone looked towards the entrance of the arena and saw a group of people slowly entering the arena.

Almost all of these people were wearing yellow robes with mysterious patterns tattooed on them, twisting and twisting like star tentacles, mysterious and mysterious.

The leader was a man wearing a golden star robe and a golden crown. This man was quite bloated, with a round face, small eyes, and stubby limbs. His description was somewhat wretched. He looks like the son of a nouveau riche, full of a tacky, rustic, and vulgar air.

However, there is a woman in purple clothes beside him. This woman has the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, and the posture of a woman shying away from the moon. Her temperament is noble and refined. It is hard to imagine that this man and woman are actually married. There is a boy beside this woman. His appearance is somewhat similar to the man wearing the golden crown, but he is not like his father. He is so handsome and vigorous that everyone who sees him is happy.

Fang Tianxing stared at the golden-crowned man with a look of disbelief on his face, "Is this man Sima Qianlong?"

The aura of the golden-crowned man was too weak, only the aura of the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm.

Ma Hualang sneered and said: "Isn't it strange? I have never seen him in person. I am afraid that everyone thinks that the young master of Tianwu Sect is an unparalleled man with great talents and extraordinary talents. But in fact, it is not. He is just a useless waste. That’s all, without the leader of Tianwu Sect, he is nothing.”

There was deep resentment in Mahualang's tone. When he saw He Shiyin and the boy beside her, he felt the urge to kill.

"Shiyin, wait for me, I will take you away later."

Li Hanxue learned some of the grudges between Ma Hualang and Sima Qianlong from Fang Tianxing. After seeing Sima Qianlong in person, she was also very surprised, "I didn't expect that the majestic young master of Tianwu Sect turned out to be a pustule. It's really unbelievable. "

The words "Incompetent Second Generation Ancestor" immediately came to everyone's mind. Seeing Sima Qianlong pretending to be so wretched, they felt an indescribable discomfort in their hearts.

The Holy Son Liu Tianhao followed behind Sima Qianlong and was very humble to Sima Qianlong. He was still wearing white clothes today, with white boots stepping lightly, and an unspeakable confident smile on his face.

Li Hanxue stared at Liu Tianhao with deep hostility in his eyes. At the same time, his eyes kept looking for Su Xiaoya among the group of people, but found nothing.

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