Chapter 1825: All Parties Surge

"Yeah."

Lou Xuanji nodded: "Once every ten years, the Holy Tower is open again... Qianxue, it's time to go there, it's a place Qianxue must go."

Xia Suyi nodded: "Let Zhanfeng go too, to help Miss Qianxue."

Last time in the inheritance battle, Lou Xuanji only let Lou Qianxue go alone, intercepting Mu Zhanfeng and the people from Xuanji Mansion. This time, he did not refuse.

Moreover, Mu Zhanfeng is also a famous prodigy who has gone abroad, and he also has an invitation letter from the Holy Tower.

At the same time.

In the Dragon Palace.

In a green cold pond, a pale young man opened his eyes.

His face was too pale, but his eyebrows and eyes were very delicate, like a beautiful boy walking out of a painting.

Suddenly.

A dazzling light flashed around him...

Gulp...Gulp...

The green cold pond instantly boiled, and then turned into a stream of energy and merged into the young man's body...

The young man closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

The next moment!

Boom!

The stone door outside the cold pond was pushed open, and the Dragon Palace disciple said respectfully: "Junior brother, Master invites you."

After a while, the young man entered the Dragon Palace Hall.

The Dragon Palace Master sat on a high seat. After seeing the young man, he was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly: "Good! Good! You are worthy of being my disciple. This talent is really the best in the outside world... Good disciple, you are the secret weapon of my Dragon Palace. Now, everyone in the outside world says that Tianshan Jianzi and Lou Qianxue of Xuanji Mansion are the first geniuses of the generation. It's ridiculous. Disciple, this time in the battle of the Holy Son, I want you to defeat Lou Qianxue and restore your reputation and the Dragon Palace."

The young man looked strange and bowed: "Master, I fought with Lou Qianxue in my early years, and I was indeed not his opponent."

"You!" The Dragon Palace Master's expression froze and he was furious.

The young man stood calmly: "Brother Wangji went to that place to practice. If he returns after completing his studies, he will definitely be stronger than me. Master, please place your hopes on Brother Wangji."

"You! You unfilial disciple..." The Dragon Palace Master was so angry that his face turned red, but he really liked this talented disciple and couldn't bear to beat him. He immediately raised his hand and pushed him out: "I asked you to deal with a woman and you complained. I didn't ask you to do anything to her. I just asked you to beat her. Don't you feel aggrieved that a man is suppressed by a woman?"

The young man's expression did not change, and he replied seriously: "Master, I don't feel aggrieved."

The Dragon Palace Master was speechless. His disciple had said this. What could he do? He could only ignore it and calm his heart: "Get out... Take the invitation letter from the Holy Tower and get out. No matter what, you must give me a ranking in the competition for the Holy Son, otherwise, don't come back."

The young man straightened his sleeves, took the invitation letter, and saluted the Dragon Palace Master: "Thank you, Master, I will leave now."

At the same time

The Tianshan Sword Sect's Tianshan Seven Sons also set out one after another. The eldest brother of the Tianshan Seven Sons, the prodigy whose swordsmanship was famous outside the domain and who was as famous as Long Wangji, finally returned to the Tianshan Sword Sect before the Saint Son Competition began.

In Yunzhou City, many disciples from the nine major families of Yunzhou also set out one after another.

From this day on, the south, north, east, west... countless prodigies of all sizes in the outside domain, whether they received an invitation or not, all rushed to the center of the outside domain...

There, there is a holy tower that is detached from the world and opens every ten years.

There is also the main venue of the Saint Son Competition!

For a moment, the entire outside domain was like boiling water, boiling instantly.

Countless people, like a tide, rushed to the direction of the holy tower...

Once every ten years, the Saint Son Competition is about to begin.

A new era will also come with the growth of the young generation of supreme prodigies...