Godly Dragon Guard

The sun has risen, and there are more and more people on the top of Mount Xumi. A large number of disciples from the Yi family and the Zhao family have arrived.

Not long after, there was already a huge crowd of people, numbering five to six thousand people.

There are steps all around the martial arts arena, which are already filled with children of the Yi family and the Zhao family. There are large mahogany chairs placed on the steps directly in front, and some elders of the Zhao family and the Yi family are sitting there.

Yixuan and another virtual realm martial artist from the Yi family were present, and Shen Canghai also came. Two virtual realm martial arts cultivators, Zhao Feng and Zhao Jin from the Zhao family, also arrived at the scene.

The martial arts competition between the two clans in Mount Xumi is very important and represents the future development momentum of the two families, so the elders of the clan are also very concerned about it.

In addition to the Yi family and the Zhao family, many martial arts cultivators from some small family sects in Xumi Mountain also came to watch the battle.

The outermost part of the martial arts arena is the audience watching the battle, and there are thousands of people!

It was just like watching a football match. Shen Lang in the crowd couldn't help but sigh.

The martial arts arena is surrounded by dense crowds, and the crowds are constantly moving and shouting.

"This martial arts showdown between the two clans is interesting. I heard that the Yi family has a peerless genius!"

"It's a young man named Shen Lang. It is said that he is the son of Shen Canghai."

"I've heard about this too, but I also heard that Shen Lang was seriously injured and turned into a vegetative state?"

"No way, I just heard someone say that this person has participated in the martial arts competition between the two clans."

"No matter what, this martial arts showdown between the two races is quite interesting."

There are seats outside the martial arts arena, and a group of martial arts cultivators are discussing in groups.

"You said, it wouldn't be bad if we could also become disciples of the Yi family or the Zhao family!"

"Are you dreaming? This kind of family is the most repulsive to outsiders. Unless you can advance to the realm of transformation, you can easily become an elder of the Yi family and the Zhao family!"

"Advanced state? Haha, I think that's a dream!"

There was a lot of noise all around, all of them talking about insignificant things.

Shen Lang sat silently in the corner seat, patiently waiting for the competition to begin.

Not long after, the sun was shining brightly, and the martial arts competition between the two ethnic groups officially opened.

Thousands of martial arts cultivators from the Yi family and the Zhao family stood in the middle of the extremely spacious martial arts training ground. At first glance, it was obvious that the martial arts cultivators from the Yi family were more numerous. There were three to four thousand people. The number of martial arts cultivators from the Questioning Realm stage accounted for more than half.

Compared with the Zhao family in terms of the number of martial arts cultivators in the late Wenjing period, the Yi family has no obvious advantage.

Shen Lang stood in the crowd and looked around with interest.

To him, the martial arts competition between these two families seemed a bit low-end. Among the younger generations of the two families, there were only three transformation masters, namely Shen Lang, Yifei and Zhao Gang.

This means that Shen Lang can get first place as long as he defeats Yi Fei and Zhao Gang. It is as easy as playing...

"Today, the young talents of the Yi family and the Zhao family gathered here for a martial arts competition between the two clans. The top five hundred disciples in the competition will be rewarded with spiritual crystals, and the top 100 will be rewarded with high-grade treasures or elixirs. The top ten will win a mysterious grand prize! I hope our disciples will use all their strength to fight!"

In the middle of the martial arts arena, an elder of the Yi family made some brief speeches. His inner energy poured into his voice, and his voice shook all directions.

Shen Lang is not interested in rewards or anything like that. He just needs to complete the goal set by Shen Canghai and win the first place in the martial arts competition between the two clans.

While Shen Lang was thinking this, Shen Canghai suddenly walked down from the seat directly in front of the steps, walked to the center of the martial arts field, and announced loudly: "In this martial arts competition between the two races, which junior can win the first place?" One person. This sacred weapon in my hand, the White Shadow Sword, will be given to that junior!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene exploded, and everyone was shocked and showed expressions of disbelief.

"Holy... holy weapon?"

"Did I hear you correctly? The holy weapon is the reward for first place?"

"Holy shit!"

Not only the ordinary disciple audience, but even the elders of the two clans on the steps were horrified.

Needless to say, what kind of treasures the holy artifacts are, even the two big families, the Yi family and the Zhao family, do not have a few sacred artifacts in existence. Sacred weapons can double the strength of virtual realm masters.

In addition, it is a sword-shaped holy weapon, so it is extremely rare!

Shen Canghai said that he would take out the holy sword as a reward. Even Zhao Feng and Zhao Jin, two virtual realm masters, almost thought there was something wrong with their ears.

"This...Brother Shen, do you really mean what you said?" Zhao Feng, the head of the Zhao family, swallowed his saliva, stood up immediately, and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I take it seriously. If a junior in your Zhao family can get the first place, this sacred weapon will naturally belong to him!" Shen Canghai said lightly.

"Okay! I, Zhao Feng, admire Brother Shen for being so generous!" Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with heat.

Zhao Jin was even more excited. His son Zhao Gang was the first seeded player in this competition between the two clans.

Now that Shen Canghai said so, Zhao Jin must let his son Zhao Gang get the first place and get the holy weapon no matter what, even if he uses some slightly shameless means.

Yixuan was stroking his beard and smiling at the side. Shen Canghai's intention was obvious. He claimed that the sacred weapon was the reward for the first place, because he believed that the first place was 100% won by nephew Shen Lang.

This can be regarded as a test. Shen Canghai actually just wanted to give the holy weapon to Shen Lang, but there was a hurdle in the middle, and he wanted Shen Lang to cross it by himself.

However, the courage of his second brother to dare to take out something like a holy weapon at will is quite astonishing. Yixuan is extremely concerned about Shen Lang's performance.

Countless disciples of the Yi family and the Zhao family were talking about it, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Among the disciples of the Zhao family, Zhao Gang, who was at the front, showed an expression of ecstasy: "Hahaha, okay, this sacred weapon belongs to me, Zhao Gang!"

As for the disciples of the Yi family, the excitement on Yi Fei's face could not be concealed. Although he was not sure of defeating either Shen Lang or Zhao Gang, the allure of the holy weapon was too great, and he would fight for it no matter what. Bundle.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed with unparalleled heat, and he naturally understood Shen Canghai's thoughts. This holy weapon, the White Shadow Sword, was given to him by his father, but it just had a simple threshold.

This white shadow sword, combined with his deadly Thirteen Swordsmanship, is absolutely unstoppable!

Shen Lang was both grateful and excited. If he didn't win first place, he could commit suicide by jumping off Mount Sumeru.

"Everyone be quiet!" the Yi family elder in front of the stage shouted loudly.

The commotion at the scene finally subsided.

"Senior Shen is such a great supporter of the martial arts competition between the two clans. It is also an honor for the young people of the Yi family and the Zhao family. Okay, let's explain the rules of the battle. This martial arts competition lasts for three days and adopts a knockout format. In the arena, if If one party surrenders, the other party cannot continue to attack. Those who violate the rules will be eliminated directly! There are two elders who will protect the lives of you juniors and will take action when necessary. You don't have to worry about being killed by the other party, so you can let go. Fight!"

Shen Lang was very excited and wanted to beat everything and directly advance to the first place.

Directly in front of the martial arts arena, Zhao Jin, who was sitting on a big red chair, glanced at Shen Lang. He knew that his son was probably no match for this kid, but for the sake of the holy weapon, it was worth using some means.

He has already thought of a plan. (To be continued)