Ling Xiao's face was stunned, obviously he didn't understand what Duoying meant by his words.
"Yes! Ning Chuan got acquainted with a young man before. This man is not highly cultivated, but he is proficient in the art of trap puppets."
Dieying's expression was cold, and he seemed to be very wary of the young man, "Ningchuan fought with him and was defeated by him, but he didn't expect that the two got to know each other and fought together, killing several forces.
Already."
"oh?"
Ling Xiao already knew about Ning Chuan's character.
even!
The reason why he brought Ning Chuan to the lower realm was to give him a place to kill and hone his God-killing formation.
However, if Ning Chuan is being used by others, it would be a different matter.
"Moreover, Lord, these two people recently went to Qingzhou in disguise. I suspect... that they are eyeing Qingluan Academy."
Duoying sighed helplessly, Ling Xiao's identity is that of a demon, a heavenly demon, a being that is not tolerated in the world.
And Ning Chuan's actions were too ostentatious, even more outrageous than the Demon City.
Once his crime is exposed, Ling Xiao will inevitably be implicated.
"Qingluan Academy?"
Ling Xiao raised a smile and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on them."
"Lord, there is no need to kill them..."
"No need."
Ling Xiao shook his head. Although Ning Chuan advocated killing, he was not a fool.
Not to mention a prodigy from the lower world, even he had to go through many tricks to get him to surrender.
Since he slaughtered the clan so blatantly, he must have his own reasons.
And since Ling Xiao promised to give him the right to kill, he would definitely not interfere with his decision.
"yes."
Duoying bowed slightly and said no more.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the spot and fell into cultivation.
Thousands of miles of empty space, dragon chariots roaming wildly.
From Haizhou to Qingzhou, you need to cross four states in total and take at least three days.
Along the way, Ling Xiao and others often stopped to rest and try their luck to see if they could meet the son of destiny.
It's a pity that all the geniuses of Jiuzhou have rushed to Qingzhou, and the remaining fish and shrimps are naturally without luck.
Three days passed by in the blink of an eye.
And in the land of Qingzhou, the divine tower and flying boat fell from the sky.
Both the Jiuzhou sect and the upper realm forces have now gathered at Qingluan Academy.
At this moment, in the school, a figure in white clothes stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression cold.
In front of him, a girl wearing a green shirt and a white gauze covered her face with indifferent eyes and light eyebrows, "Senior Brother Ji, what does this mean?"
"Yuan'er, I have been in contact with the prince of the Shenwu Emperor Dynasty who is the immortal inheritor of the upper realm. As long as you agree, I can tell him that I will take you to the upper realm with me."
The young man in white smiled gently, his eyes full of doting.
"Ji Yang, you'd better survive the Kyushu Holy Assembly first."
The girl in green snorted coldly, turned around and left.
"Lin Yuan, you don't really think that that loser can defeat me in three years, do you?"
Ji Yang's face was gloomy, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Do you know what the identity of Prince Shenwu is in the upper world? As long as the prince says a word, the entire Qingluan Academy will be destroyed in an instant."
"Ji Yang, are you threatening me?"
Lin Yuan stopped and turned around to glare at Ji Yang fiercely.
"Threat? I am telling the truth. However, in order to let you see clearly the gap between me and Qin Yan, I will completely defeat him in front of all the forces in Kyushu!"
After finishing his words, Ji Yang snorted coldly and immediately walked down the mountain.
The entire Qingluan Academy was instantly filled with joy.
I saw that in front of the main hall of the school, a 100-foot-high platform had been built.
Under the high platform, there are thousands of seats, and only prominent figures from Kyushu can occupy a place here.
"Everyone."
As more and more people came, an old man with white hair also walked out of Qingluan Academy, wearing a dark green robe and a slender expression.
He is none other than the Master of Qingluan Palace, a powerful man of the seventh level of the Holy Realm.
In the past, it was not his turn to personally appear in the Jiuzhou Holy Assembly.
But now, with the arrival of the genius from the upper world, and the chaos in Kyushu, Qingluan Academy does not dare to be careless at all.
"Meet the Palace Master!"
The leaders of countless forces stood up and bowed deeply to the old man in black robes.
Only a few young men and women in luxurious clothes sat firmly in front of the stage, with a look of disdain on their faces.
These people are all young masters of sects from the upper world. Not to mention a seventh-level saint, even an earthly supreme master is not enough to make them stand up and worship.
Of course, they came here not just to watch the excitement.
This time in the lower realm, many sects have plans to select disciples.
You know, the more barren a realm is, the easier it is for those chosen by nature to appear.
And giving them a chance to go up to the next level when they are weak is a blessing for them.
"Hehehe, now that everyone is here, I declare that this Jiuzhou Holy Meeting has officially begun!"
The master of Qingluan Palace smiled heartily and took the initiative to withdraw from the battle stage. "The rules this time are the same as before. The disciple who wins ten victories the fastest will enter the final battle."
"Buzz."
As the Master of Qingluan Palace finished speaking, a figure in white stepped forward and appeared in the middle of the ring.
That was a young man, tall and straight, handsome in appearance, with a wisp of holy spirit lingering around his body. He was obviously the real evildoer in Kyushu.
Ji Yang, a monster who has never been seen in Qingluan Academy for thousands of years, has broken through to the ninth level of respect at the age of only 600 years old, and is the well-deserved first genius of Qingzhou.
"It's Senior Brother Ji!"
"Senior Brother Ji is so handsome."
"This is what you were talking about before...the young man who wants to join the Shenwu Emperor?"
Before the arena, Yuwen Tianji's eyes were clear and full of fighting spirit.
Beside him, Wu Tianqi nodded slowly and glanced at the place beside him.
There, Wu Tianxing and Wang Wochao, the young master of the Wang family in Taiyuan Mountain, sat side by side, with a sarcastic look on their faces.
There are still some young masters and descendants of the forces in the upper world who obviously do not have the prestige of the Shenwu Emperor. They can only sit behind a few people, looking cautious and not daring to speak nonsense.
"Who is willing to fight with me?"
Ji Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and he nodded slightly towards Wu Tianqi.
He knew that this Jiuzhou Holy Meeting was a test for him from Prince Shenwu.
As long as he can surpass the genius of Jiuzhou, he will definitely become the guest next to the prince.
As for Qin Yan, Ji Yang didn't take it seriously at all.
How far can a defeated general grow in three years?
"Ji Yang! I'll fight you!"
I saw a figure rushing out from the crowd and landing on the fighting platform.
"Qingshan Sect, Xu Dalang, please give me some advice from senior brother Ji Yang."
"You are too weak."
Ji Yang shook his head, his eyes indifferent.
Hearing this, a trace of resentment suddenly appeared on Xu Dalang's face, and the moment he took a step forward, a pair of iron fists were stamped down.
Suddenly, the void shattered, Dao patterns rose, and the two fist shadows were like two mountains, falling towards Ji Yang.
"act recklessly."
But Ji Yang just said a word indifferently, and his whole body seemed to have sword intent rising into the sky. His figure did not move, but he directly shattered the two mountains.
A trace of blood immediately flowed from Xu Dalang's mouth, and he looked at the tall figure in white with shock.
After a long while, he bowed and bowed, "Senior Brother Ji is worthy of being the first disciple of Qingluan, Xu is willing to be inferior."
For nine consecutive battles, Ji Yang didn't even use any spiritual treasures, but only used his sword to win. It was so terrifying.
"There is still one person left, who will come?"
Ji Yang's eyes swept over everyone, calm and indifferent, with a sense of detachment.
However, at this time, no one in Kyushu dared to fight with him, and the atmosphere gradually became depressed.
"Yes, this person's sword power has the holy will, and he will definitely have great achievements in the future."
Yuwen Tianji nodded, but the moment he finished speaking, a faint laughter suddenly came from the mountain road in the distance, "Ji Yang, I'm here to fight you."