Ancient Martial Arts Conference venue.

As these hidden powerful forces emerged one after another, as the powerful men of these forces brought young disciples to the ancient martial arts conference venue, the entire venue was covered with a heavy and depressing atmosphere.

Those powerful men from the hidden power had a faint sense of pressure permeating themselves. Perhaps it was not their intentional release, but just a ray of pressure from themselves, which made most of the ancient martial artists in the audience silent.

Many people have a foreshadowing that this ancient martial arts conference will be different from the past, and will be even more vigorous and even more bloody.

Wu Chuan, who presided over the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, is now dry. He is nearly 60 years old and is the president of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference Association. The Ancient Martial Arts Conferences over the years have been hosted by the association.

The Ancient Martial Arts Conference Association does not belong to any force. It is a neutral association that does not participate in disputes in the ancient martial arts community, but is only responsible for the convening, ranking and other activities of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference.

As those powerful forces who were born appeared one after another, Wu Chuan did feel numb. He basically knew these forces, but he only learned from some rumors and records that he never thought that these forces had been dispatched now.

Could it be that something big will happen in the ancient martial arts world?

Wu Chuan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took a deep breath and said slowly: "Young disciples participating in this competition for the Dragon Dragon List can go on stage to draw lots and group."

As soon as this was said, some young disciples in the venue stood up one after another, walked towards the stage, preparing to draw lots.

Some genius disciples in the ancient martial arts world also came to the stage one after another, Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Dan Tai Lingtian, Ye Chenglong, Gu Chen, Demon Saint Son, Xie Wuji, Qi Zigui, etc., all walked towards the stage.

There is a square transparent plastic container on the stage, and there are hollow foam balls in the square container. Each person takes a random foam ball and will immediately have a label after crushing it. The label will indicate which group you are in.

As the geniuses of the ancient martial arts world came to power, the disciples of the hidden powerful forces also came to power, destroying the Saint Son, Tianxue, Xingxue, Enchanting the Saint Son, and Zang Tian also came to power.

When the five people also walked onto the stage, Xuanyuan Yanhuang's eyes shrank slightly, and her face looked a little solemn.

Very strong!

He could clearly feel that these five people were very strong, at least judging from the surface aura fluctuations, they were not inferior to him at all.

It seems that the competition for the Dragon List of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference will inevitably be extremely tragic.

Not only Xuanyuan Yanhuang felt the pressure, but Dan Tai Lingtian, Ye Chenglong, Demon Saint Zi and others also felt a sense of pressure.

"Damn, you actually came to join in the fun, be careful not to die on the stage!"

The young master of the Blood Demon Sect, Tianxue, glanced at the Son of Mie and said with a sneer.

"Brother Tianxue, what you said is very strong. It's not a cat or a dog, how can you die so easily?" Xingyun from Shenyun Gate narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Mie Shengzi glanced at the two of them indifferently, but did not speak.

"I originally didn't want to participate in this ancient martial arts conference outside, but you all came, it would be more interesting." Feng Shengzi spoke, and he felt arrogant in his words.

"Hehe--" Zhan Tian Monster laughed and said sarcastically, "Interesting? If you die on stage, it would be very interesting, hahaha."

A cold light flashed deep in the eyes of Feng Shengzi. He glanced at Zhan Tian and said, "Is that so? Then you might as well try it."

These five people seem to have their own grudges. The Blood Demon Sect and the Shenyun Sect seem to be closer. The other three parties have their own positions. If they have different positions, they will naturally be hostile. If they really encounter a fight in the arena, they will inevitably be encountered.

However, these five people didn't seem to take the geniuses of the ancient martial arts world seriously, which made Xuanyuan Yanhuang and others secretly dissatisfied. Xuanyuan Yanhuang just snorted coldly and said nothing.

Feng Shengzi glanced at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and said, "The imperial clan lineage? No, it looks like a branch. But your strength is OK. But you are not strong enough to be dissatisfied with me."

"It's just for seeing it on the battlefield. It's useless to say too much at this moment." Xuanyuan Yanhuang said in a indifferent tone.

After hearing this, Zang Tian, ​​Tianxue, Xingyun and others showed a playful look on their faces, and their eyes also looked at Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Dan Tai Lingtian, Demon Saint Son, Ye Chenglong and others.

In the venue south below.

Old Man Ye looked at Ye Junlang and said, "Boy Ye, why are you still stunned? Go on stage and go to draw lots."

Ye Junlang was stunned. He smiled and said, "I'm going to attend this ancient martial arts conference too?"

Old Man Ye said lazily: "At the beginning, I didn't plan to let you participate. Now the old man has changed his mind. The forces such as the Holy Dragon Pavilion, the Blood Demon Sect, the Shenyue Sect, the Fengtian Holy Land, and the Ghost Tomb Sect have all come out, so you might as well participate in the competition and see how many abilities the disciples trained by these forces have. Not only you, but also Xiaolangzi and Xiaoyangzi are going to draw a lottery."

"Okay, it's nothing to draw."

Ye Junlang smiled calmly, he stood up, looked at Lang Chi and Liu Ziyang, and said, "Greedy Lang, Ziyang, come to the stage with me."

The wolf boy and Liu Ziyang nodded and followed Ye Junlang forward.

"Amitabha!"

As soon as Ye Junlang and the other two walked forward, a sound of Buddhist Zen came from not far away, and even when they saw a young monk walking slowly.

Ye Junlang stopped for a moment, and when the young monk approached, he smiled and said, "Dikong, we're meeting again."

"Dikong has seen the uncle of the junior teacher."

The young monk was Dikong, and he said with his hands folded.

Ye Junlang was overwhelmed. Please, I am about the same age as you, can you stop calling me uncle?

There were many beauties of all kinds at the Ancient Martial Arts Conference. Those who didn’t know about it thought I was old.

"Dikong, just call my name." Ye Junlang said seriously.

"Yes, uncle."

Dikong also said seriously.

Ye Junlang looked speechless and walked towards the stage without saying a word.

Dikong followed him.

When Ye Junlang came over, Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Qi Zigui, Demon Saint Son and others on the stage noticed that they were not surprised. Ye Junlang came to attend the ancient martial arts conference even in line with the thoughts of some of them, such as Xuanyuan Yanhuang, Demon Saint Son and others.

Ye Junlang looked directly at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and said meaningfully: "The little turtle of Xuanyuan meets again. The competition in the ancient martial arts conference should not be based on the rules of more attacks and less attacks? Then I would like to try how hard your turtle shell is."

"Ye Junlang, you are looking for death!"

Xuanyuan Yanhuang was furious, and a shocking power burst out, sweeping towards Ye Junlang.

Xuanyuan little turtle?

This title is too insulting.

Ye Junlang curled his lips and seemed dissatisfied. Since Old Man Ye called the old head of the Xuanyuan Family an old turtle, it would be fine if he called Xuanyuan Yanhuang and called him a little turtle. After all, it is a lineage.

Ye Junlang ignored Xuanyuan Yanhuang. He looked at the Demon Saint Son indifferently, and sneered, "Demon Saint Son, please be blessed!"

A strange edge flashed in the Demon Saint's eyes, and he said, "It's unknown who will win to death!"

"That's right."

Ye Junlang smiled and continued, "Please give in, I'll go draw a lottery."

While talking, Ye Junlang went straight to the stage as if no one was around.

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