It is worth mentioning that the Qi Jue Empress was kept in the dark about Zi Chen's death, thinking that her useless son had gone somewhere happy.
Because the Lianhua clan monks rarely go out, they don't have the habit of leaving their natal soul cards. Empress Qi Jue doesn't even know that her son has died.
The news of the contest to recruit a bride was aroused. According to the request of Empress Xuelan, the arena was set up in the square outside Tianxiang Palace.
On the last day of the month, the competition for marriage officially begins, organized by many elders of the Lianhua tribe.
The contest to recruit a bride is only open to monks of the Lianhua tribe, and the age of the monks must not exceed 5,000 years old.
Looking at the entire Lianhua clan, there is no Void Refining stage monk under five thousand years old. The youngest Refining Void stage elder in the clan is tens of thousands of years old, so this competition to find a bride is completely a competition among the God Transformation stage monks.
A huge arena was set up in the square outside Tianxiang Palace, and several layers of powerful restrictions were put in place to prevent the terrain from being destroyed during the battle.
The square is large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
Before dawn, a large number of monks from the Lianhua clan had already arrived.
Xiaodie and Lan Xianer also arrived at the square early.
As soon as the two princesses appeared on the stage, they immediately attracted the attention of a large number of young disciples.
Xiaodie is wearing an emerald green dress, pure and elegant. Lan Xianer is elegant and light in makeup, dignified and gentle.
"Meet the princess!"
The disciples of the Lianhua clan bowed to the two princesses one after another.
Xiaodie chuckled and said, "You don't have to be polite. Today's contest to recruit a bride is related to sister Xian'er's lifelong happiness. Xiaodie looks forward to your performance."
"Yes, princess."
The elite disciples of the Lianhua clan responded one after another.
Many male monks were secretly looking at Lan Xian'er, holding on to some fantasy in their hearts.
Lan Xian'er has an excellent appearance and temperament. If you look at the entire ancient spiritual world, you won't be able to find many such beautiful and dreamy goddesses.
Even many monks in the transformation stage started talking in low voices.
"It's a competition to recruit a bride. Princess Xian'er is really approachable!"
"Princess Xian'er is so beautiful. If I could marry such a beautiful wife, I would live ten years shorter!"
"Fuck you, Princess Xian'er is as holy as the Nine Heavens Fairy, is it something you, like Diaosi, can get your hands on?"
"Sigh, I'm afraid there is no hope for monks at my level. This martial arts competition to find a bride is probably a battle among the monks in the late stage of becoming a god."
Not long after, Zifeng also arrived.
Zi Feng is high-spirited and high-spirited. He is in a particularly good mood today.
In order to leave the best impression on Lan Xian'er, Zifeng even specially designed an antique-style look, taking a decadent route, and paired with his melancholy eyes, he looked bohemian!
As soon as he appeared on the stage, he immediately attracted the attention of countless female cultivators from the Lianhua tribe.
"Wow, it's Prince Zifeng!"
"The prince is so handsome today!"
"I will never marry anyone other than Prince Zifeng in this life!"
"Come on, why don't you look in the mirror to see what you look like, you idiot..."
"Alas, Prince Zifeng seems to have always been in love with Princess Xian'er. Let's just take a look."
Countless female cultivators from the Lianhua clan were talking about it.
Zifeng locked his eyes on Lan Xian'er, who was in the first row of the stands, and strode over, clasping his fists slightly towards Lan Xian'er, with a strange look in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a month, and Miss Xian'er is becoming more and more beautiful like a fairy.
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Lan Xian'er looked calm and shook her head: "The prince is joking."
Zifeng showed a hint of what he thought was an evil smile: "I don't want to say anything. Miss Xian'er, just watch my prince's amazing performance."
After saying that, Zifeng left confidently.
Unexpectedly, he bumped into Shen Lang who was walking towards him.
Zifeng's face darkened and he said contemptuously: "Tsk, isn't this Fellow Daoist Shen? Do you also want to come to participate in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride?"
Shen Lang didn't want to talk to Zifeng at first, but when he saw him asking this, he simply sneered and said: "Both each other."
Zifeng's face was full of disdain, and he sneered: "Friend Dao Shen, you have just joined our Lianhua Clan, and you may not know that the monks of our Lianhua Clan are relatively strong. With a compassionate heart, Zi Mou advises you to enter the middle stage of divine transformation." Monk, please don't get involved in this level of competition, lest you suffer unnecessary serious injuries."
"Haha, the prince doesn't have to worry about this. It's best for the prince to be prepared. If you are beaten and unable to take care of yourself, it will be very embarrassing." Shen Lang sneered.
"you!"
Zi Fengqi's face turned livid, and he waved his hands and walked away.
He was too lazy to talk to Shen Lang, as that would only undermine his noble status.
Zifeng has decided that if Shen Lang dares to play later, he will definitely give this bastard an unforgettable lesson!
In order to avoid making people suspicious, Shen Lang did not come forward to say hello to Xiaodielan Xian'er, but casually found a seat at the back of the square and sat down, closing his eyes to rest.
The sun has risen, and all the hundreds of Void Refining stage elders from the Lianhua clan outside the square are present, as are a large number of elite disciples of the Divine Transformation stage, who are sitting on their seats in an orderly manner.
Soon, the square was surrounded by a sea of people, with hundreds of thousands of people gathered.
There are hundreds of large mahogany chairs in the front, where the elders and elders of the clan sit.
This contest to recruit a bride was held with great grandeur.
This can be regarded as the only grand event among the Lianhua clan since the last vicious insect attack.
The person who presided over the contest to recruit a bride was the great elder of the Lianhua tribe in the late stage of cultivation.
The great elder's name is Jiang Long, and he is the most valued confidant of Empress Xuelan. He looks middle-aged, calm and sophisticated.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the great elder Jiang Long stepped onto the ring and said loudly: "Today's contest to recruit a bride was specially set up by Princess Xian'er in order to choose a husband. All young talents from the Lianhua clan can compete on the stage. The winner will be the winner in the end. He is the consort of the Lianhua Clan, and will also receive a major prize from Empress Xuelan!"
The figure of Qi Jue Empress appeared on the horizon in the distance, standing in the void with her hands behind her hands, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of her mouth: "Huh, that bitch Xuelan still knows the current affairs."
"Empress Xuelan's holy body is ill and she is unable to show up in person, so I am the abbot of this elder. The rules of the arena battle are as follows..."
After the great elder finished explaining the rules, Lan Xianer also walked onto the ring and said some words.
"Xian'er has practiced martial arts since she was a child and only wants to marry a powerful monk, so she wants to use martial arts to recruit a bride and select the male cultivator of her choice. Fair competition, I hope you can do your best."
Lan Xian'er bowed slightly and bowed to all the monks like a jade from a small family.
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience started shouting.
The Great Elder announced that the arena battle has officially begun.
Zifeng was the first to fly out of the crowd, with extraordinary momentum. He also performed a gymnast-like movement in the air, turned 360 degrees and did a backflip, landing handsomely on the ring.
This caused a burst of cheers from all the female cultivators.
Seeing that the first person to appear was Prince Zifeng, the whole place was in commotion.
"To be honest with all my relatives and friends, Zi has always been in love with Princess Xian'er. I will take the lead in this competition to find a bride. If any of your peers have a crush on Princess Xian'er, feel free to go on stage and compete with Zi." Zifeng said towards the field. The monk is doing the clasping fist method, and he seems to be quite magnanimous.