The venue of the ancient martial arts competition.
As these hidden powerful forces emerged one after another, and as the strong men of these forces brought their young disciples to the venue of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, a heavy and depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire venue.
Those powerful men from the hidden powerful forces each had a faint powerful pressure permeating their bodies. Perhaps they did not deliberately emit it, but it was just their own wisp of pressure that shocked most of the audience.
The ancient martial artist was as silent as a cicada.
Many people had a premonition that this time the ancient martial arts conference would be different from the past, and would be more vigorous and even bloody.
Wu Chuan, who is presiding over the ancient martial arts conference, has a dry mouth at the moment. He is nearly sixty years old and is the current president of the ancient martial arts conference association. All ancient martial arts conferences have been hosted by the association over the years.
The Ancient Martial Arts Tournament Association does not belong to any party. It is a neutral association that does not participate in the disputes in the ancient martial arts world. It is only responsible for the convening, ranking and other activities of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament.
As those powerful forces that were born appeared one after another, Wu Chuan did feel a numb scalp. He basically knew about these forces, but he only learned about them from some rumors and records. He never thought that these forces would be mobilized now.
Already.
Could it be that something big is going to happen in the ancient martial arts world?
Wu Chuan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Young disciples who participate in the competition for this year's Young Dragon Ranking can come up to the stage to draw lots."
As soon as this was said, some young disciples in the venue stood up one after another and walked towards the stage, preparing to draw lots.
Some talented disciples in the ancient martial arts world also came on stage one after another. Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Tantai Lingtian, Ye Chenglong, Gu Chen, Mo Shengzi, Xie Wuji, Qi Zigui, etc. all walked towards the stage.
There is a square transparent plastic container on the stage. There are hollow foam balls in the square container. Everyone takes a foam ball at random. After crushing it, there will be a label immediately. The label will mark which group you are in.
As the geniuses of the ancient martial arts world came on stage one after another, the disciples of those hidden powerful forces also came onto the stage. Five people, including Mie Shengzi, Tianxue, Xingyun, Feng Shengzi, and Zangtian, also came on stage.
When these five people also walked onto the stage, Xuanyuan Yanhuang's eyes shrank slightly and his face became slightly solemn.
Very strong!
He could clearly feel that these five people were very strong, at least judging from the surface aura fluctuations, they were not weaker than him at all.
It seems that the competition for the Young Dragon Ranking in the Ancient Martial Arts Conference this time will definitely be extremely fierce.
Not only Xuanyuan Yanhuang felt pressure, but Tantai Lingtian, Ye Chenglong, Mo Shengzi and others also felt a sense of pressure.
"Mie, you actually came to join in the fun, be careful not to die on the stage!"
Tianxue, the young master of the Blood Demon Sect, glanced at Saint Son of Mie and said with a sneer.
"Brother Tianxue, what you said is right. Mie is very strong, and it's not just some cats or dogs, how can he die so easily?" Xing Yue from the Shen Yue Sect narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
Saint Son of Mie looked at the two men indifferently and said nothing.
"Originally I didn't want to come and participate in this ancient martial arts conference from the outside world, but since you are all here, it will be more interesting." Feng Shengzi spoke, with a hint of arrogance in his words.
"Jie Jie -" the Burial Sky Monster laughed, and said in a sinister manner, "Interesting? If you die on stage, it would be really interesting, hahaha."
A cold light flashed deep in Feng Shengzi's eyes. He glanced at Zang Tian and said, "Really? Then you might as well give it a try."
These five people each seem to have their own grievances. The Blood Demon Sect and the Shen Yun Sect seem to be closer. The other three parties each have their own positions. Different positions naturally mean that they are hostile. If they really meet someone in the arena,
A fight is inevitable.
However, these five people did not seem to take the geniuses of the ancient martial arts world seriously, which made Xuanyuan Yanhuang and others secretly dissatisfied. Xuanyuan Yanhuang just snorted coldly and did not say anything.
Feng Shengzi glanced at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and said: "A lineage of the Imperial Clan? No, it's like a branch. But your strength is acceptable. But you are not strong enough to be dissatisfied with us."
"It's enough to see you on the battlefield. It's useless to say too much now." Xuanyuan Yanhuang said in an indifferent tone.
After hearing this, Zangtian, Tianxue, Xingyun and others all showed a look of amusement on their faces, and their eyes also looked towards Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Tantai Lingtian, Demon Shengzi, Ye Chenglong and others.
In the venue to the south below.
Old man Ye glanced at Ye Junlang and said, "Young man Ye, why are you still standing there? Go up to the stage and draw lots."
Ye Junlang's face was startled, he smiled and said, "Am I also going to participate in this ancient martial arts conference?"
Old Man Ye said lazily: "At first, I didn't really plan to let you participate. Now the old man has changed his mind. The Holy Dragon Pavilion, the Blood Demon Sect, the Divine Fall Sect, the Sealing Heaven Holy Land, and the Ghost Tomb Sect have all come out, so what?
You might as well participate in the competition and see how capable the disciples trained by these forces are. Not only you, but also Little Wolf Cub and Little Yangzi will draw lots."
"Okay, it doesn't matter if you draw lots."
Ye Junlang smiled indifferently, stood up, looked at Wolf Boy and Liu Ziyang, and said: "Grean Wolf, Ziyang, come to the stage with me."
Wolf Boy and Liu Ziyang nodded and followed Ye Junlang forward.
"Amitabha!"
Ye Junlang and the three of them had just walked forward when they heard the sound of Buddhist meditation not far away and saw a young monk slowly walking towards them.
Ye Junlang stopped for a moment. When the young monk approached, he smiled and said, "Di Kong, we meet again."
"Dikong has met my junior uncle."
The young monk was Di Kong, he put his hands together and said.
Ye Junlang has a big headache. Please, I'm about the same age as you. Can you please stop calling me uncle?
There were so many beauties of all kinds in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament. Those who didn't know it would have thought how old I was.
"Di Kong, just call me by my name." Ye Junlang said seriously.
"Yes, little uncle."
Dikong also said seriously.
Ye Junlang was speechless and walked towards the stage without saying a word.
Dikong followed suit.
When Ye Junlang came over, Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Qi Zigui, Mo Shengzi and others on the stage all noticed it. They were not surprised. Ye Junlang's coming to participate in the ancient martial arts conference even met the expectations of some of them.
Thinking, for example, Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Demon Saint Son and others.
Ye Junlang looked directly at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and said meaningfully: "Xuanyuan little turtles meet again. There shouldn't be a rule in this ancient martial arts competition that more attacks less. Then I would like to try it to see if your turtle shell has any strength.
How hard."
"Ye Junlang, you are looking for death!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang was furious, and his own terrifying power exploded, sweeping towards Ye Junlang.
Xuanyuan little turtle?
This title is so insulting.
Ye Junlang curled his lips and seemed disapproving. Since Old Man Ye called the old head of the Xuanyuan family "Old Turtle", it is not wrong for him to call Xuanyuan Yanhuang "Little Turtle". After all, they are of the same lineage.
Ye Junlang ignored Xuanyuan Yanhuang, looked at the Demon Saint Son indifferently, and said with a sneer: "Demon Saint Son, please wish yourself good luck!"
A strange edge flashed in the eyes of the Demon Saint Son, and he said: "It is still unknown who will win!"
"That's right."
Ye Junlang smiled brightly, and then said: "Everyone, give way, I will draw lots."
While speaking, Ye Junlang walked straight onto the stage as if there was no one around.
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