Ling Tian Sword Emperor

Chapter 142 Doubled

"Look, those big shots are here too!"

At this time, not long after the opening of this martial arts debate.

In addition to the geniuses, the heads of the three sects and the two major powers of the two countries also came to the scene, causing a huge sensation.

Each of these people is a big boss in the Northern Wilderness Territory. It is rare to see their true appearance on weekdays, which is enough to make people excited.

After a while, all the forces took their seats.

The kings and clan leaders are naturally sitting at the front of their respective camps.

But at this time, everyone noticed a strange scene, that is, there was still an empty seat in the VIP seats in the stands.

The most important thing is that this seat is the most conspicuous position.

I'm afraid only the most distinguished people are qualified to sit there.

Seeing this, many people became confused.

"What's going on? Is there another distinguished guest coming today?"

"Isn't it possible? Aren't all the extraordinary figures in the Northern Wilderness Territory already present?"

And just as everyone was talking about it, Yan Hun's figure came directly to the center of the venue.

With a smile on his face, he used his true energy to amplify his voice and said: "This is the martial arts competition between the three sects and the two countries. As the host, we, the Yanlong Sect, welcome the arrival of all major forces... But at this moment, I also ask everyone to show the highest respect,

Welcome a distinguished guest from afar."

"This distinguished guest is Lord Shangluo, the elder guest of the Emperor Dragon Palace of the China-Earth China!"

Middle-earth China, Emperor Dragon Palace!

As soon as these words came out, the vast space suddenly became silent.

Almost everyone's face was covered with a look of extreme shock.

For all the forces in the four wilderness areas, the Middle-earth China is like a distant holy land in the heart, symbolizing prosperity, strength, and mist...

Now, the grand event of the Three Sects and Two Countries in the Northern Wasteland has actually attracted the attention of the forces in the Middle-earth China!

This has never happened before in history.

Suddenly, under the awe-struck gazes of the entire audience, a white-haired old man stepped out of the void.

This man was wearing a purple robe, his back was slightly stooped, and he looked very old. However, the aura he exuded was as deep as a prison, and even the major heroes in the Northern Wilderness were clearly inferior to him.

Unfathomable!

After the old man appeared, his profound eyes scanned the place for a week.

That kind of innate majestic aura made everyone dare not look at him or even express his anger.

"Elder Shang, it is not only the glory of our Yanlong Sect, but also the honor of the entire Northern Wilderness Region that you have traveled thousands of miles to come here from China. If our sect has not treated you well, I hope you will forgive me."

Yan Hun greeted him. Even though he was the leader of Yanlong Sect, his face was full of flattery when facing this old man.

In this regard, Shangluo behaved neither coldly nor indifferently.

In fact, for the prosperous Middle-earth China, the four wilderness areas are almost barbarian lands, with scarce resources and withered talents.

Even some forces that cannot survive in the Middle-earth China are unwilling to settle for second best and enter the four wilderness areas for development.

If it weren't for the holy martial ruins, this old man might never have set foot in this tiny place in his life.

Glancing at Yanhun, Shangluo said: "I am not interested in the petty quarrels between these forces in the Northern Wilderness Region when I come here this time. I am only willing to delay for a few days because of the matter of the 'Destined Son'.

Now that the martial arts discussion is over, Sect Leader Yan just don’t forget your promise to me.”

Hearing this, Yan Hun quickly said: "Don't worry, Elder Shang, as soon as the martial arts discussion is over, my son will return to the Middle-earth Divine State with the old gentleman and worship under the Emperor Dragon Palace. I will never waste your time."

"That's good." Shangluo nodded slightly and sat down directly.

At this moment, looking at this aloof old man, the eyes of several heroes in the Northern Wasteland became extremely solemn.

It wasn’t that Yan Hun was overconfident before, but that Yan Long Sect really got involved with the Emperor Dragon Palace!

After realizing this, the moods of the heroes became even more depressed.

On the contrary, Yanhun is high-spirited.

After Shangluo took his seat, he faced everyone again, "Since we are honored to invite Elder Shang to watch the battle this time, there is no doubt that Mr. Shang will be the notary of this martial arts debate..."

"It's different from the past. Before the start of this martial arts debate, Yan had discussed with all the participating kings and clan leaders and decided to set some lottery prizes."

Afterwards, Yan Hun explained the changes in martial arts.

Hearing this, there was a commotion in the audience.

"Spiritual Veins!"

"What! In this martial arts competition, the three sects and two countries actually used spiritual veins as bets!"

"This martial arts debate is so big?"

"But, after knowing clearly that Yanlong Sect is the favorite to win the championship this time, other forces still want to make such a bet. Is this really good?"

After hearing those comments, the faces of the heroes became extremely ugly.

Naturally, they are unwilling to use their spiritual veins as a bet.

But now with the trump card that Yanlong Sect has, what else can they say except silence.

Seeing that these people didn't speak, Yan Hun smiled proudly on his face, looking quite satisfied, and was about to announce the opening of the martial arts debate.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Rumble...

There was a sudden thunderous sound in the sky.

An ancient bronze chariot broke through the clouds and sped towards here.

From this bronze chariot, a murderous aura was revealed, covering the entire giant peak.

In an instant, it seemed as if everyone was brought into a vast and desolate battlefield.

"Taoist weapon!"

Seeing this scene, even the heroes present couldn't help but feel shocked.

To be able to possess such a strong power of will and easily affect the mood of the people present, at least only a treasure of the 'Taoist' level can do so.

This ancient bronze chariot turned out to be a Taoist weapon!

You must know that even in the entire Northern Wasteland, there are no more than ten Taoist weapons, and all of them are weapons of killing.

Using a Taoist weapon as a means of transportation like this, what kind of power can have such courage!

On top of the bronze chariot, there were several figures standing.

The leader is a middle-aged man.

He was wearing armor, and his scarlet cloak was making a sound in the air. In his hand, he held a black war spear. His whole aura was like that of a god of war, giving people an extremely powerful oppressive force.

Seeing such a terrifying lineup, even Yan Hun did not dare to neglect at all. He quickly stood up and clasped his fists in the air and said: "I am the leader of the Yanlong Sect, I don't know if you..."

"We are from the Chiyun Empire!" The middle-aged man interrupted him and his words were quite concise.

But upon hearing these four words, everyone present was shocked.

The top national power in the four wilderness areas can only be called a kingdom.

And only the forces of the Middle-earth China can be called an empire.

Chiyun Empire!

Another tyrannical force from the Middle-earth China has arrived in the Northern Wasteland. How can this not be shocking!

Could it be that... you are also here for that person?

Sure enough, without waiting for anyone to guess, the leader of the Chiyun Empire asked directly: "Which one is the Son of Destiny?"

As soon as he said this, Yan Hun's eyes flickered and he said quickly: "That's it, my child."

After saying this, he glanced at his son. Yan Qingxuan stepped forward directly and saluted: "Seniors, I am Yan Qingxuan."

The middle-aged man's gaze was like a sharp sword as he looked Yan Qingxuan up and down, "Have you ever climbed to the top of the Holy Mountain?"

"Yes." Under such a majestic aura, Yan Qingxuan still seemed neither humble nor overbearing.

Seeing his performance, the middle-aged man nodded slightly and his eyes softened, "Would you like to join my Chiyun Empire?"

Yan Qingxuan's expression changed, and he naturally understood what the other party's words meant.

But before he could speak, the elder from the Emperor Dragon Palace on the viewing platform frowned and raised his voice: "Helianqi, when you said this, did you not take me seriously?"

Hearing this, the commander from the Chiyun Empire, named Helianqi, turned his eyes.

Immediately, a strange look appeared on his face, "Oh? It turns out to be Elder Shangluo from the Emperor Dragon Palace!"

Of course, his mind was spinning, and he immediately understood why the people from the Emperor Dragon Palace were here, so he smiled and said: "The Emperor Dragon Palace moves very quickly..."

"Hmph, it's good to know. You came a step too late. Now that this son has agreed to join our Imperial Dragon Palace, the Chiyun Empire will probably return empty-handed this time."

Shangluo snorted lightly, with a proud look on his face.

Seeing this, the commander frowned slightly, but then he smiled loudly.

He looked at Yan Qingxuan and said: "Sometimes the choice you make first may not be suitable for you. The Chiyun Empire is by no means weaker than the Emperor Dragon Palace in the Middle-earth China."

"If you come with me, I, the Chiyun Empire, will give you double the benefits you received from the Emperor Dragon Palace!"