The First Dragon of All Ages

Continue along the passage to a vast martial arts arena. Long Qingchen estimated the position, and he should have reached the abdomen of the black eagle's corpse.

　　 I saw that there were five or six hundred disciples in the martial arts field.

　　 Or gather in groups of three to five to exchange experience in martial arts.

　　Or pair by pair to learn from each other to enhance combat experience.

　　 Or team up for a duel to strengthen cooperation.

　　 More is to practice martial arts alone.

　　 It can be seen that the cultivation atmosphere of Black Hawk teaching the younger generation is very strong.

　　 Moreover, the Black Hawk disciples are stronger than the Lingwu Academy disciples.

　　Thinking about it, it’s relieved. After all, Lingwu Academy is a middle school and its disciples are relatively young, while Black Hawk’s disciples are slightly older, which is equivalent to higher academy disciples.

　　 Long Qingchen couldn't help asking, "How many ranks are you among the Black Hawk disciples?"

　　 Nan Gong Wan'er thought for a while, "According to the assessment results of the young generation taught by the Black Hawk last year, I was ranked fifth."

　　 "There are four disciples stronger than you?"

Long Qingchen was a little surprised. You must know that Nangong Wan'er's cultivation reached the fifth level of the Battle Martial Stage. She was already very strong. She was definitely second to none among the disciples of Lingwu Academy. The five Yuwen Ruiqi were not her opponents. , But only ranked fifth among the Black Hawk disciples.

　　 A trace of reverence appeared in Nangong Wan'er's beautiful eyes, "Yes, the four seniors who are stronger than me are all the top 100 young generation geniuses."

　　 Regarding the people list, Long Qingchen has heard of it. The people list is the martial arts list of the young generation in the Eastern Region. All young cultivators in the Eastern Region are proud to be on the list.

This made him a little touched. With the fifth level of cultivation of the Nangong Waner Battle Martial Realm, he can't even enter the top 100 in the rankings. The enchanting geniuses who are in the top of those rankings are bound to be extremely powerful. The gap between him and those enchanting geniuses is still relatively large. .

　　 noticed Nangong Wan'er, a handsome young man who was practicing martial arts on the martial arts field suddenly stopped, and walked quickly with a smile, "Junior Sister Wan'er, the task given to you by the White Scale Eagle King, has it been completed?"

　　 Nangong Wan'er nodded gently, "It's done."

　　 Junyi young man smiled, "During the period when Junior Sister was away, I couldn't find a suitable opponent to practice martial arts. The other Junior Sisters and Junior Sisters were too weak and unsuitable. Junior Sister came back just right, and accompany me to practice for a while?"

　　 "Someday, I have something to do now."

　　 Nangong Wan'er glanced at Long Qingchen next to him, "Brother Wei Changqing can find three other seniors as opponents, but I don't have to be opponents."

"Isn't the junior sister idle now?" The young Junyi was slightly startled. Long Qingchen next to Nangong Wan'er was treated as air by him, as if it didn't exist. Only now did he draw his attention and frowned, "Who is he? Is it more important to accompany him for a walk than to accompany me to practice martial arts?"

Before Nangong Wan'er could answer, Long Qingchen suddenly embraced her slender waist, showing a very arrogant look, "Introduce myself, I am the newly promoted son of the Black Hawk Sect, the future inheritor of the leader, and the husband of Wan'er. , Accompany me for a walk, of course, is more important than accompany you to practice martial arts, how old are you?"

　　 Long Qingchen understands that the Black Hawk Cult wants to use his Dragon Clan identity, then, he doesn't need to be polite to the Black Hawk Cult. It's okay to test it out and see how far the Black Hawk Cult can tolerate him.

　　 He deliberately spoke very loudly. The disciples heard it and stared at him.

"Son?"

　　 "Our Black Hawk teaches the Saint Child's position, which has been empty. When did we choose the Saint Child, why don't we know?"

　　 "Since the establishment of the Black Hawk Sect, the position of the saint son has always been selected from among the disciples. He is not a disciple of our Black Hawk Sect at all. Why should he become the saint son?"...

　　 The disciples were in an uproar and talked a lot.

Staring at the hand that the young man placed on Nangong Wan'er's waist, the young Junyi's eyes shrank sharply, and endless anger rose up, as if he wanted to cut it down with a sword, and roared, "Impossible, how can you be a saint? child!"

Nangong Waner's body trembled lightly, as if she was a little uncomfortable with Long Qingchen's intimacy, but she didn't struggle, and let him hold her arms. It was a tacit consent. From Nangong Wan'er's reaction, anyone with a discerning eye could see that 90% It is true, otherwise, Nangong Wan'er would not let him take advantage.

　　 Long Qingchen flipped his hand, and the Saint Son token appeared in his palm, raising it high, so that all the disciples present could see it.

　　 The entire martial arts field was silent for an instant.

　　 Long Qingchen has a feeling of holding a dead-free gold medal.

　　 Click! ......

　　 Junyi young man clenched his fists tightly, his bones creaked, and his anger was extremely angry, "I'm going to ask the leader, why let him be a holy son!"

"The status of the saint son is second only to the elders, and the power is also great. It can mobilize part of the Black Hawk Sect's power, can give priority to training resources, can become the future leader, and can marry Senior Sister Wan'er, we don't need to think about it. Without this strength, the top four seniors are different. They have the strength to compete for the position of the saint son, but now, they don't even have the qualifications to compete."

　　 "Senior Brother Wei Changqing is one of the top four disciples. Suddenly, he didn't know where someone emerged from and occupied the position of Saint Son, so he was naturally unwilling."

　　 "Don't be reconciled to who you are. If you have the strength to compete for the position of the son of God, and suddenly become occupied by others inexplicably, will you be reconciled?"...

　　 The disciples shook their heads and sighed, but they didn’t know whether they were sorry for themselves or Wei Changqing.

　　 Nangong Wan'er quickly said, "Let him become the saint son. This is the decision of the leader and the four great eagle kings. No one can change it. Brother Wei Changqing, if you risk asking the leader, you will only anger the leader."

　　 Hearing what she said, Wei Changqing calmed down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ staring at Long Qingchen with cold eyes, "I want to challenge you to see if you are qualified to be a saint!"

　　 Long Qingchen floated up with undisguised contempt, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in accepting the challenge."

　　 Wei Changqing said angrily, "Don't you dare?"

Long Qingchen looked proudly, "I'm a holy son, and you are just an ordinary disciple. To put it bluntly, I have shoes to wear, and you are still barefoot. If I accept your challenge, I will surrender my identity. I lose. Yes, I must be ashamed. I won and I am not honorable, so there is no need for it."

　　 Wei Changqing's face was blue, trembling all over, irritable, and he stepped forward a few steps and approached majesticly, "You have to accept if you accept it, and you have to accept if you don't accept it, you can't help it."

　　 "Someone intends to assassinate Ben Shengzi, **** him!"

　　 Long Qingchen yelled to a team of guards on the patrol, "Catch him up, throw him into a prison, tortured, and ask who is his behind-the-scenes messenger!"

　　Guardian?

　　 Nangong Wan'er was in a daze, stinking shameless.

　　The disciples are also dumbfounded, this saint child is simply a..."extreme quality".

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