Chapter 464: The Strongest Second Generation

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

Under the blazing sun, above Tianfu, in a huge bowl-shaped building, half of the seats around the building were occupied, and the other half were reserved for the VIPs who would enter later. In the center was a huge square with a diameter of one hundred feet. Several huge colorful fonts floated in the sky above the square - Eight Sects Martial Arts Conference. The six big characters were very dazzling, showing the lively atmosphere at this moment.

The big and famous figures from the eight sects appeared one after another.

First was the host Canglan Academy, where the dean Han Yan, several white-haired elders in the academy, Fang Tianxing, and a group of Canglan sons including Zhou Buzheng, Xiao Xinlan, Ji Meihong, etc. were all present. There was also a new face in the crowd, middle-aged, ordinary-looking, even a little vulgar.

This middle-aged man was actually Ma Hualang in disguise, because Sima Qianlong might come today. If Sima Qianlong found out, Ma Hualang might suffer a catastrophe.

Li Hanxue followed behind Ma Hualang. His face was very pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His eyes were full of anxiety and restlessness. He kept scanning the surroundings, but he did not find the girl.

Then the Blood Moon Sword Sect, Xuanyuan Sect, Xuantian Sect and other three sects entered one after another. Yang Ziyun, Ning Yihai and Shi Wencai looked around and were surprised to see such a magnificent arena. However, their attention was mainly on the Tianwu Sect, but at this moment, no one from the Tianwu Sect came.

After the three sects entered, another large group of people entered the arena one after another.

The deputy sect leader of the Poshan Sect, Lei Ran, and his son Lei Zhan practiced the Thunder Fighting Method. They practiced hard in Luolei Valley for ten years and escaped death hundreds of times. Now their cultivation has reached the peak of the Xuanwu Realm, and there are few rivals among the same level.

Lei Zhan looked at everyone with a look of disdain, very arrogant, looking up to the sky and stretching out his hands, as if receiving divine grace, he smiled, "Dad, I will definitely win first place this time."

Lei Ran smiled and said, "Since you entered the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm, you have never met an opponent. It should not be a problem to win first place this time, but you still have to be careful, there are still masters among the Ten Sons of Canglan."

Fenglei Sect, asked Wu Zhongtian, the elder of the Wu Hall, about his disciple Jiang Song, who was only twenty years old and at the peak of the ninth level of Xuanwu Realm. In the competition of the true disciples, he defeated all enemies with one sword, and was in the limelight. He was called the Little Sword God of Wind and Thunder.

Fenglei Little Sword God Jiang Song held a long sword, and his gentle face like jade fascinated a group of girls. He showed a wicked smile, and seemed to have won the Eight Sects Martial Arts Conference.

The leader of Juling Sect, Jin Baoquan, and his beloved disciple Wang Shui entered the Xuanwu realm at the age of fifteen. In five years, he achieved great success in the heavy water field and achieved the peak cultivation of the Xuanwu realm. He is the real number one of the younger generation of Juling Sect, and no one can match his edge. Even the third-grade sect was attracted by this boy and sent people to invite Wang Shui to join the third-grade sect, but Wang Shui refused, which shows how talented and powerful he is.

When Wang Shui stepped on the ground, it shook slightly, and the people around him immediately felt sticky, as if they were dragged into the abyss by an inseparable mud.

Wang Shui smiled slightly, "It seems that this eight-faction martial arts conference is just like this."

Then, the last sect, Tianyuan Sword Sect, also stepped into the arena.

Xia Lun, the elder of the Criminal Law Hall, and his disciple Liao Liping, practiced swordplay at the age of seven and practiced Tianyuan swordplay. For ten years, he has practiced Tianyuan swordplay to the great perfection realm, standing at the peak of Xuanwu realm, and only one step away from entering the realm of Mingwu. When a sword is out, blood will be seen, either his blood or the opponent's blood. He created the Tianyuan swordplay by himself, which is the sword of Tianxue. The moves are fierce, and the essence is two words-desperate, like a madman, in order to win, he can even give up his life. Warriors of the same realm see him as if they see the plague god, and they all take a detour.

Liao Liping carries a long sword on his back, his expression is as cold as ice, and his eyes are full of murderous intent. In his opinion, this game is a killing, not a game.

People from the eight sects entered the arena one after another, and each found a seat. Among the crowd, there was also a man with a black ghost mask mixed in.

Dean Han Yan jumped to the center of the square and said loudly: "Today, thanks to the kindness of various sects, come to my Canglan Academy to learn martial arts..."

"Wow..."

Halfway through Han Yan's words, there was a big commotion in the entire arena, and almost everyone stood up.

"What's going on? Why is the crowd so noisy?"

"Look, there are big shots coming."

Everyone looked at the entrance of the arena and saw a group of people slowly entering the arena.

Almost all of these people were wearing yellow robes with mysterious patterns on them, entangled and twisted, like star tentacles, mysterious and unpredictable.

The leader was a man wearing a golden star robe and a golden crown on his head. This man was quite bloated, with a round face and small eyes, short limbs, and a somewhat wretched appearance. He looked like the son of a nouveau riche, full of vulgarity, rusticity, and wretchedness.

However, there was a woman in purple clothes next to him. This woman had a beautiful appearance that could make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall, and a posture that could make the moon hide and shame the flowers. Her temperament was noble and refined. It was hard to imagine that this man and woman were actually married. There was a boy beside the woman, who looked somewhat similar to the man wearing the golden crown, but unlike his father, he was full of heroic spirit, which made people happy.

Fang Tianxing stared at the man with the golden crown, his eyes showing an incredible look, "Is this person Sima Qianlong?"

The aura of the man with the golden crown was too weak, only the aura of the ninth level of the Xuanwu realm.

Ma Hualang sneered, "Isn't it strange? Without seeing him in person, I'm afraid everyone thinks that the young master of Tianwu Sect is a heroic and unparalleled man with great talent and extraordinary talents. But in fact, he is just a useless waste. Without the leader of Tianwu Sect, he is nothing."

Ma Hualang's tone was full of resentment. Seeing He Shiyin and the boy beside her, he had the urge to kill.

"Shiyin, wait for me, I will take you away later."

Li Hanxue learned some of the grievances between Ma Hualang and Sima Qianlong from Fang Tianxing. After seeing Sima Qianlong in person, she was also very surprised, "I didn't expect that the young master of Tianwu Sect was actually a pustule. It's really unbelievable."

The five words "incompetent second-generation ancestor" immediately floated in everyone's mind. Seeing Sima Qianlong pretending to be so vulgar, they all felt an indescribable discomfort in their hearts.

The Holy Son Liu Tianhao followed behind Sima Qianlong and was very humble to him. He was still wearing white clothes and white boots today, with an indescribable confident smile on his face.

Li Hanxue stared at Liu Tianhao with a strong hostility in his eyes. At the same time, he kept looking for Su Xiaoya among the crowd, but found nothing.

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