Chapter 1173 Gathering of Heroes

The old man focused his eyes slightly, stared at Yang Qingxuan for a while, shook his head and said in surprise: "That mask... actually produces phantom light, my consciousness almost fell into it by accident!"

The man nodded and said: "Even if this mask is not a top-notch element, it is at least a high-end one. To be able to own this kind of element, most of them have some background, so they came here alone for some reason. As a result, the Yu family and a few short-sighted people ate it." Big loss."

The old man's gaze became extremely lazy, and he smiled lightly: "The star field is immeasurably large. There are strange people popping up every moment, so it's not surprising."

The man nodded, raised his hand, and played a few spiritual formulas, which spread in a circular shape, and then a golden book appeared inside.

The man held the gold book in his hand, opened it slowly, glanced at it, and said, "From the perspective of transmission order, this person should be the number one in the preliminaries of Yongfeng City, and his name is: Li Xuan."

"Li Xuan?" The old man groaned softly, and said, "Being the number one in the preliminaries is not easy in itself."

The man smiled lightly, put the gold book back into the Xuanguang, raised his hand and pushed it, and disappeared in front of him.

After doing all this, he smiled and said, "If you are only number one in the qualifiers, it doesn't deserve your attention."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then stopped talking, and continued to half-close their eyes, resting and recuperating.

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In the open space outside the canyon, Yang Qingxuan had just taught those few short-sighted people a lesson, when suddenly a voice exclaimed, "Zhan Lingzong! The genius of Zhan Lingzong has come!"

On the huge teleportation array, a ray of light appeared, revealing the silhouettes of more than twenty warriors. They were all dressed in the same clothes, with emblems pinned to their chests, and with a sense of superiority from a higher sect on their faces, they swept across the crowd contemptuously.

"Cut! What kind of hangs are hanging, everyone looks like this, isn't it because they were born better than everyone else? Let's see what they can achieve!"

"Hey, which of these sect families is not like this? Didn't you see that the disciples of Saha Qianfeng had their nostrils turned upside down, and they didn't even look at us. These Zhan Lingzong disciples at least had their nostrils facing us of."

There were various discussions among the crowd, and most of them were dissatisfaction, disdain, and even hostility.

Yang Qingxuan looked up and couldn't help being stunned. Among the disciples of Zhan Lingzong, he saw Yuan Kui.

Moreover, Yuan Kui had a cold face. Although he was also wearing the clothes of Zhan Lingzong's disciples, he seemed to have a rift with those other disciples and stood aside coldly.

The leader of Zhan Lingzong was a middle-aged man named Fu Hong, who was wearing dark blue robes. His spiritual sense swept across the audience, and only paused on a few people before taking them back, saying: : "Let's find a place to rest."

Yang Qingxuan clearly noticed that Fu Hong's gaze stopped on him, and even felt a sharp edge.

In the world of martial arts, every powerful opponent is his own enemy.

Fu Hong led Zhan Lingzong's people to an open space in the distance, and then took out a space element, deployed it directly, and turned it into a disc-like treasure on top of his head.

The disk trembled slightly, and suddenly a piece of thunder light was projected down, covering them all, and then the light disappeared into the void, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

The advantage of doing this is that it can hide the power of the sect and avoid being disturbed by prying eyes. At the same time, isolate yourself from everyone, so as to avoid conflicts and unnecessary conflicts.

After all, the people gathered here are all geniuses, and no one agrees with each other.

Especially among the twenty-four of the top ten, the competition has reached a feverish level, and even a disagreement can lead to murder.

It was only then that Yang Qingxuan realized that the spatial artifacts sensed in the open space on all sides were all planted by the Zongmen aristocratic family. Then the number of people arriving is more than the ten thousand people in front of me, and I don't know how many people have come.

At this moment, another exclamation sounded, "It's from Daluo Xianshan!"

Yang Qingxuan was about to close his eyes to practice, when he heard that he opened his eyes again, and thirteen disciples appeared in the dazzling light of the teleportation array.

His pupils shrank, and he saw the two sisters Hua Ling and Hua Qing.

The two sisters are both wearing smoky pink skirts, and their black hair is scattered behind them like a waterfall. They are seven or eight points alike.

However, Hua Ling's eyebrows are soft and beautiful, and Hua Qing's almond eyes are bright. Although they are much more mature than before, they are still not as charming as Hua Ling.

Moreover, the strength of the two sisters can be clearly seen under his piercing eyes.

The two sisters are both in the middle stage of the small heaven, and he feels that Huaqing's strength seems to be higher than that of Hualing.

When Yang Qingxuan suddenly saw his old friend, he couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

The expressions of the people in Daluo Xianshan were much calmer than those of Zhan Lingzong. After coming out of the teleportation formation, they also walked straight to the distance, planning to find a place to settle down.

Hua Ling kept looking around, as if looking for something.

When her eyes met Yang Qingxuan's, her whole body trembled violently, and she hurriedly covered her small mouth with her hands, almost losing her composure.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Hua Qing noticed Hua Ling's abnormality and asked with concern.

Hua Ling shook his head and retracted his eyes, but his heart was full of uncontrollable turbulence.

After Hua Xin got in touch with Yang Qingxuan, she passed the news to Hua Ling, but she didn't tell Hua Qing, lest she might conflict with Yang Qingxuan when she was young, revealing Yang Qingxuan's whereabouts and identity, and ruining the event.

Even with Hua Ling's calmness, when he heard this, he was still shocked and couldn't help himself, and he seemed to be full of thoughts for several days.

Hua Qing frowned slightly, and said, "Sister, do you have something to hide from me? I've seen you restless these days, not thinking about food and drink."

Hua Ling panicked a little. She didn't expect her younger sister to be so observant. She hurriedly forced a smile, and said, "It's not because of such a grand event. My sister is too nervous."

Hua Qing still frowned, obviously not convinced.

She seemed to have noticed something, and looked around with her clever eyes. When she glanced at Yang Qingxuan, she was slightly stunned, and her brows frowned even deeper.

But Yang Qingxuan's true face was blocked, and his figure was much more slender and perfect than before, Hua Qing naturally couldn't see anything.

And when Hua Qing glanced over, Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly and closed his eyes.

After Hua Qing looked around, he didn't find anything, so he turned his gaze away.

Moreover, a large number of young warriors stared at their sisters with greedy eyes, which made her extremely disgusted.

In fact, besides lust, the more important reason for young people is because of the status of Daluo Xianshan. If he could be favored by the female disciples of Da Luo Xianshan, at least fifty years of struggle would be saved.

So when Hua Qing glanced at the crowd, many male warriors all rushed to show their flattery.

But it's a pity that Huaqing didn't have any thoughts about them other than disgust.

Instead, for some reason, a figure suddenly flashed in Hua Qing's mind. She took a deep breath, sighed leisurely in her heart, and said, "Brother Qingxuan, where are you at the moment?"