Chapter 1700 Dragon and Flood Festival

In the crowd, the middle-aged man in gray robe led several young juniors forward and soon came to the area arranged by Rong Cheng family.

A large flag was seen fluttering in the wind, with the words "Yao Xin" clearly engraved on it.

"Rong Cheng family is really thoughtful. Not only did they leave a place for us, but they also have a flag," the middle-aged man in gray robe smiled, "Jiang Ning, Jiang Yin, you stay here, I will go to see the head of Rong Cheng family."

"Yes."

The girl Jiang Ning glanced around and sat cross-legged on the futon.

In front of them was a sloping square, paved with bluestone. Their location was second only to the highest platform. It can be seen that Yao Xinmen has a high status. Although it is not as good as the top families such as Rong Cheng family, it is also well-known in the world.

Not long after the middle-aged man in gray robe left, Jiang Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. A young man in tight clothes appeared in the distance. His face was thin and his eyebrows were sharp. It was clearly Shen Qi.

The girl raised her hand quickly. As soon as she shouted the three words "Brother Shen", she was covered by her fellow disciples.

"Junior sister, what are you doing? This is a dragon and dragon event, gathering a large number of martial arts masters. Uncle Liu told us not to shout before we left in the morning."

"I saw Brother Shen!" the girl said in a muffled voice.

"Brother Shen? Is it Shen Qi who helped you at the city gate?" Jiang Yin blinked. She had heard Jiang Ning say it several times in the past half month.

As she spoke, the young man in the distance had disappeared in the crowd.

The girl raised her head and looked at the slope from a distance, but she could no longer find the other person.

"Since that person is here, there will definitely be a chance to see him again. Maybe he will also be on stage at the dragon and dragon event!" Jiang Yin comforted.

The girl nodded helplessly.

...

Shen Qi walked along the crowd and soon passed through the corridor and came to the inner courtyard of Rong Cheng's family.

There was a noisy voice in front of him. In addition to the servants on both sides, there were more than a dozen Rong Cheng's sons wearing family costumes, all of whom had full foreheads and bright eyes.

Seeing Shen Qi appear at the gate of the inner courtyard, the noisy voices fell silent.

"You are Shen Qi, the bastard who seriously injured Bai He?" A sturdy warrior in the crowd spoke first.

"What bastard? He is a bastard. I heard that Uncle Ying had sex with a maid after drinking. Unexpectedly, she got pregnant in just one night. Madam Han Qi specially sent saffron to her, but she still couldn't get rid of the bastard."

"How did I hear that she was raped by Uncle Ying? That maid doesn't seem to be from the Rongcheng family."

"Anyway, she is a bastard. I don't know where she got the courage to enter Yucheng and use despicable means to harm cousin Bai He."

The eyes of the crowd flashed with ridicule and disdain, and at the same time, there was a bit of fear. Logically speaking, Shen Qi was only a third-grade warrior and could not be the opponent of Rong Cheng Bai He.

But he defeated Rong Cheng Bai He.

Everyone suspected that Shen Qi had a hidden weapon in his hand.

"Shut up, Shen Qi is a descendant of the Rongcheng family after all. It is an iron rule that people of the same family should not fight. Have you even forgotten the family rules?" Young Master Yushan in the center of the crowd shouted.

Everyone shut up, even the sturdy warrior stopped talking.

Young Master Yushan has a high status in the Rongcheng family, and he is fair in his actions, so he is highly valued by the family. His words are almost equivalent to the words of the elders.

"Rongcheng Yushan!"

Shen Qi looked at everyone indifferently, and when his eyes swept over Young Master Yushan, a murderous intent surged in his heart.

Compared with Rongcheng Baihe, Young Master Yushan is truly deep-minded, vicious and cruel.

If it weren't for this person's calculations behind the scenes, he and Jiang Ning would not have fallen to such a point, and his mother would not have been left with nothing...

Recalling the past, Shen Qi was filled with grief and anger, and the veins on the back of his hand almost burst.

"Shen Qi, did the elders ask you to come here?" Young Master Yushan stepped forward, looking quite friendly.

"The elders of the clan hope that I can replace Rong Cheng Baihe to participate in the Dragon and Flood Festival. If I can win a place, I can include my mother's tablet in the rear temple and posthumously confer the title of concubine." Shen Qi said with suppressed anger.

"Win a place, just you?" The strong warrior looked disdainful, "Those who participate in the Dragon and Flood Festival are the elites of major families and sects. The weakest has reached the fourth rank, not to mention the eighteen places. If I remember correctly, you are only the third rank!"

"I don't need to explain to you whether I am qualified or not."

Shen Qi's eyes were indifferent.

The family made this decision for a reason. Although he is a third-rank warrior, his skills and true qi cohesion far surpass his peers, almost as good as the fifth rank.

As early as half a month ago, after Master Baihe was seriously injured, an elder of the clan personally interrogated him.

Shen Qi did not hide it.

If the Rongcheng family wants to grow stronger, it must rely on the strong. Every elite child is the future pillar of the family. How could the Rongcheng family punish Shen Qi after learning of his strength?

Besides, Rong Cheng Baihe was injured because of his own fault.

So in the past half month, the family not only did not blame him, but also gave him elixirs to help him improve his skills. In just a few days, Shen Qi broke through to the fourth level.

"Ahem!"

A cough was heard, and everyone turned around.

I saw a white-browed old man in servant clothes standing at the end of the inner courtyard, "The clan leader summons all the young masters to enter the attic..."

"Clan leader!"

Everyone showed surprise on their faces. The current clan leader of Rong Cheng clan was also the one who seized the dragon and Jiao divine blood last time. His strength was unfathomable. It was said that he had surpassed the seventh level and reached the realm of half-immortal.

In the martial arts level of the rivers and lakes, only the first seven levels can be achieved by mortals. After that, you must rely on the dragon and Jiao divine blood.

Everyone quickly stepped forward, followed the white-browed old man, and entered the attic one by one.

The decoration in the building is extremely simple. Except for a few luminous pearls for decoration, there are no tables, chairs or benches. The walls on both sides are full of martial arts carvings.

Shen Qi walked at the end, his eyes constantly scanning the wall, forcibly memorizing those moves and mental techniques. After his mental transformation, he had the ability to never forget anything.

Travel for a moment.

Everyone came to the top of the attic, and a figure stood by the window, with his back to everyone.

"Master, all the young men are here." The white-browed old man said respectfully.

"You go down!"

Chief Rongcheng waved his hand.

"yes."

The old man retreated, leaving only a dozen young masters and Rong Cheng clan leader in the attic.

Bang! Bang!

The attic became extremely quiet, and you could even hear your own heartbeat. An invisible sense of oppression filled the air, and beads of sweat gradually dripped from everyone's foreheads.

After a long time, Patriarch Rongcheng finally spoke, "Do you know the significance of the Dragon Dragon Festival?"

"My nephew is stupid. I only heard my parents mention it. It seems to be related to the legendary dragon blood." Mr. Yushan bowed and clasped his fists.

"Yes, the Dragon Dragon Festival has a long history. According to the records of the clan, as early as three thousand years ago, there were rumors of dragon blood in the martial arts world. Those who take dragon blood will not only have their skills greatly increased, but their bodies will also transform and surpass the mortal level. "

"But this is only one aspect. The real dragon festival is

Opportunity...is the road to immortality. "

Ascend to immortality?

The expressions of the young masters of the Rongcheng family changed drastically.

"Clan leader, are there really immortals in the world?" Young Master Yushan asked anxiously.

"If there were no immortals, how could divine beasts like dragons and dragons appear?" Patriarch Rong Cheng's voice trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something. "The reason why I tell you this is that I hope you can do your best to win the spot."

"The Dragon Dragon Festival is the greatest opportunity in your life. You must not miss it. That's it for now. Step back!"

Everyone bowed and slowly retreated.

…

As soon as they walked out of the attic, several young masters of the Rongcheng family exhaled deeply.

"Is there really an immortal in the world? At the Dragon Dragon Festival ten years ago, the clan leader was the only one to receive the dragon's blood. Could it be that the clan leader has become an immortal?" A Rongcheng family member couldn't help but say.

"Probably not yet," Mr. Yushan shook his head slightly, "If the patriarch becomes an immortal, there will be no Rongcheng family in the world. For thousands of years, many families such as the Yinxia family, the Fangtai family, and the Quhe family have disappeared out of thin air. It is said that they have all disappeared. He was led away by the immortals."

"Even if you don't become an immortal, it's definitely not far away!"

The muscular young man said excitedly.

Shen Qi stood at the end, his eyes a little indifferent.

The Immortal... He had met him before, and the other person was even willing to give him a chance to be immortal, but he refused.

So what if you become an immortal? Without Jiang Ning, life and death were meaningless to him.

"Ning'er, I will come find you when I fulfill my mother's last wish."

Shen Qi clenched his fists.

…

Half a day later, the Dragon Dragon Festival officially began.

As the drums vibrated, a famous warrior stepped onto the ring in the center of the slope.

There are a total of eighteen arenas here, and each arena represents a quota. Those who persist to the end can go to the Dragon Dragon Tomb and seize the dragon's blood.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to step into the ring.

There is an age limit for the Dragon Flood Dragon Festival, you must be under twenty-six years old, and with the support of your family and sect, there are only a thousand people actually participating in the battle.

The drums roared, and warriors from various factions began to fight fiercely.

The girl Jiang Ning followed behind the gray-robed middle-aged man and watched the battle on the ring from a distance.

"This year's Dragon Dragon Festival, elites from all major sects are coming out in large numbers," the gray-robed middle-aged man sighed. "We have just begun, and several fifth-grade masters have been eliminated. If this continues, there may be sixth-grade masters."

"There are still sixth-grade masters at the Dragon Dragon Festival?" Jiang Ning looked surprised.

"That's natural," the gray-robed middle-aged man nodded, "Martial arts cultivation is divided into nine levels. The first four levels can be achieved as long as there are enough elixirs. To enter the fifth and sixth levels, one must break through the eight extraordinary meridians and reach the sixth level. The true energy circulates from the Small Zhoutian to the Great Zhoutian.”

"Very few people can achieve this, but in such a big world, there will always be some geniuses. A twenty-six-year-old sixth-grade man is not impossible."

"Where's the seventh grade?" Jiang Ning asked.

"The seventh level is too difficult. From the sixth level to the seventh level, it is not only the improvement of the true energy, but also certain requirements for the physical body. In addition, one has to understand the subtle realm and perfectly control the true energy in the body."

The middle-aged man in gray robe shook his head slightly, "That cannot be achieved by talent. It must rely on the accumulation of time. Without forty or fifty years of hard work, it is impossible."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in gray robe was slightly startled, and Jiang Ning and Jiang Yin ran out at some point.

"These two girls, our Yaoxin Sect is not good at kung fu, and they are so impatient just watching the ring." The middle-aged man smiled.