In the early morning, the weather was bright and the Royal City was as lively as usual. However, many people got news that there was still one final level in the Royal City Martial Arts Tournament, which was a competition with a disciple sent from the Martial Arts Sect. Only by winning against that disciple could the final victory be won.
Hearing this news, Chen Xiang cursed in his heart. He guessed that Shen Furong must have left the Royal City to find this these days, just to prevent him from winning the crown of the Royal City Martial Arts Association.
"Don't worry, it can't be an inner sect disciple. Inner sect disciples don't have that free time. I think it should be a relatively strong outer sect disciple, maybe at the eighth level of the mortal martial realm." Su Meiyao said, regarding matters within the sect, She and Bai Youyou both knew it very well.
"That's fine, just don't let me down too much," Chen Xiang felt a high fighting spirit in his heart.
Tens of thousands of people have gathered in the square in front of the main gate of the Yao family. This is the finals, and it is also a competition between two young disciples, both of whom are famous young masters.
Among the crowd, Shen Tianhu, Shen Yihan, Shen Haohai and others were already hiding among them. Each of them led fifty elite disciples of the Shen family. As soon as there was any sign of trouble, they would take action immediately.
Chen Xiang walked onto the competition stage in the middle, and there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
"He actually dares to come. I heard that the Yao family might capture him after he finishes the finals." One person said in surprise.
"It is said that the disappearance of the Yao family genius and the Yao family elder is related to him. It seems that he killed them. The Yao family will use this incident as an excuse to deal with him." A middle-aged man said.
"You are so courageous at such a young age. Two days ago, he killed Yao Cong in front of the pharmacist. It's good to have strength. You can not be afraid of threats from others." A young man said with envy on his face. said.
"Of course, this world is about strength. As long as you have strength, you have everything."
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Listening to the discussions of many people below, Chen Xiang knew that the Yao family had already released news that they were preparing to open an alliance with the Shen family. This was a signal that was very common in battles. Some forces would release gossip to warn or threaten other forces.
Not far from the competition platform, there is a tower. Inside the tower are many people in luxurious clothes. There are many maids and guards around them. It is obvious at a glance that their status is extraordinary.
"The emperor of Nanwu Kingdom also came to watch the battle, and his son came to cheer him up. I heard that many masters from the palace also came, and all the concubines in the palace came."
Chen Xiang's eyesight was so powerful. He could clearly see the people inside the tower. He could see a middle-aged man wearing a dragon cannon, with a majestic face and extraordinary aura. That was the emperor.
The imperial power only overrides the common people, but to those powerful families, it is not worth mentioning at all. In the eyes of those families, the emperor only manages a country and allows the country to develop in an orderly manner without falling into chaos. And those The family can benefit from the stable common people.
The prince is here. He flew over from the tower in the distance. He was wearing a set of fiery red and gorgeous clothes. He performed elegant Qinggong and landed on the competition stage, causing many women to scream. .
Chen Xiang was secretly disdainful and thought to himself: "Let me show you some authority, and I will beat you so hard that even the emperor will not recognize you."
Song Nanming looked at Chen Xiang with a contemptuous look and said lightly: "If you don't want to suffer less, you still have time now."
Of course Song Nanming knew that Chen Xiang was very capable, but he was very confident that he could win.
Chen Xiang looked at Song Nanming's face full of arrogance and sinisterness, and guessed in his heart that Song Nanming must have other despicable tricks. At this time, he had to be more cautious, otherwise he would be plotted.
"Don't worry, my skin is thick. I'm just afraid that your hands will hurt when you hit me." Chen Xiang responded, he was telling the truth.
"Humph, I don't know how high the sky is." Song Nanming hummed coldly, deliberately raising his voice so that the people in the square could hear him.
Seeing Song Nanming pretending, Chen Xiang secretly laughed in his heart. If he didn't have a certain level of strength, it would be useless no matter how he pretended.
"Let's get started. If someone breaks the rules, you can figure out the consequences!" said an old man in gray clothes. He was not a member of the Yao family, but an older martial artist. It was said that he was a descendant of the founder of the Martial Arts Association. .
Song Nanming had already violated the rules, but there was no evidence, so Chen Xiang couldn't do anything to him.
At the beginning, Song Nanming took off his wide golden and red clothes. Underneath, he wore a set of golden tights and golden boots, which made him look rich and powerful.
"Today I'm going to let you experience the martial arts of our royal family of Nanwu Kingdom, and let you experience the power of Longwu!" Song Nanming said, and a strange aura suddenly burst out from his whole body, which was similar to Shen Xiang's Qinglong Qi. It's very similar, but it lacks a simple and majestic aura.
"Dragon Martial Arts" is an ancient martial art. Legend has it that it was a martial arts passed down when the dragon transformed into a human and traveled among the people. After being used, it can have the same momentum and power as the dragon.
That's just a legend. It's definitely powerful, but it's hard to believe that it's as powerful as a dragon.
Seeing the golden liquid flowing through the veins on Song Nanming's fists, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed. They didn't expect to see "Long Wu" with their own eyes.
Chen Xiang squinted his eyes and released his powerful and invisible consciousness, covering Song Nanming's body. He could clearly sense the flow of Qi in Song Nanming's body, and at the same time, he secretly remembered it in his mind. Then let your own Qi flow in that way.
"I didn't expect that the 'Dragon Martial Arts' would appear in this secular world. You should learn from it." Su Meiyao sent a message to Chen Xiang.
Chen Xiang was already learning. At this time, Song Nanming used a mysterious method of luck to change the true energy in his body and produce more powerful power.
"Dragon Gang Fist!"
Song Nanming jumped fiercely, like a golden beam flying towards Chen Xiang. His hands were changing rapidly like eagle claws and fists, and they were constantly blasting out, and golden energy beams flew towards Chen Xiang through the air. It shot away, shaking the air, emitting bursts of sonic booms, and violently hitting Shen Xiang's chest.
As the golden Qi Gang struck, Song Nanming appeared in front of Shen Xiang. He punched out his fists quickly, one punch after another. The speed was very fast. From a distance, it seemed as if he had hundreds of arms. , hundreds of punches were fired in the blink of an eye.
Every punch of Song Nanming's punch was full of energy, and it also produced energy explosions, making the huge fight tremble, and the terrifying sonic boom made people tremble even more.
What made everyone dumbfounded was not Song Nanming's Long Wu, but Chen Xiang's fist-to-fist fight, using his own fists to resist Song Nanming's fast punches, with a relaxed look on his face.