Fortunately, it is a sunny day today.

At the foot of Qingyuan's main peak, different convoys were moving in a mighty procession, like a river rushing into the sea, with deacons maintaining order everywhere.

Big scene.

Everywhere he looked, he displayed the aura of being the leader of the three sects in Ziyang Prefecture.

"So lively?"

Li Mo lifted the car curtain and looked at the scene outside.

He has only gone down the mountain to carry out a mission once so far, so he can't be considered to have truly entered the world of martial arts.

The old man driving the car laughed and said:

"The Nine Summits Martial Arts of our Qingyuan Sect is a stage for the next generation of our sect to display their strength. The surrounding small sects, as well as the other two major sects, will naturally send people to watch the ceremony."

"I see."

Li Mo nodded, and he probably knew the reason why the Jiufeng Martial Arts Competition was so lively.

The new ones will replace the old ones, and the new generation will sooner or later become the backbone of the sect. They represent the future strength of the sect.

Strength represents status, and represents how other sects should behave in the future.

What’s more, not long ago, in the Qingyuan Sect, a bright red glow appeared in the sky and a huge vision occurred.

There are also many people who come here with the intention of finding out the truth.

Lao Ba said, pointing forward:

"That's Fen Yulin's team, led by one of their six leaders."

Li Mo looked in the direction of the sound.

There were not many people coming from Fen Yulin, only a dozen or so, but the scene was quite large. The disciples were all dressed in extraordinary clothes, and the weapons they were equipped with were all famous weapons, which clearly distinguished them from the people from the small sects around them.

There was a disciple in white standing at the front with his hands behind his back, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Fenyu Forest is to the west of Ziyang Prefecture, and part of the sect borders Zhongshenzhou, so some of its disciples have extraordinary backgrounds."

Seeing this, Lao Ba explained.

"What about over there?"

Li Mo asked again.

Lao Ba glanced at him and said with a smile:

"That's the Red Whale Gang."

"It is the largest gang in Ziyang Prefecture and is also one of the most powerful gangs in the Eastern Wasteland. On the surface, its strength is at the bottom of the three sects, but it is full of good and bad people, and the water is deep."

Things were much more lively over at the Red Whale Gang.

They have more or less connections with the small sects, so it is inevitable that there will be a round of greetings and greetings.

Hearing this, Li Mo nodded slightly.

He narrowed his eyes.

The leader of the team was the leader of the Red Whale Gang, but it was not him who caught Li Mo's attention, but the young man in blood-stained clothes beside him.

This young man gave him a strange feeling.

But before he could open his divine eyes, his view was blocked by a familiar figure.

The Lord of Ziyang Palace.

The lord of the mansion, who had met them once before, started talking to the leading helmsman.

The carriage also moved.

Soon, they reached the halfway point of Qingyuan's main peak.

"Come on, my dear disciple."

Shang Wu yawned, stood up, and landed lightly on the platform.

There, the elders in charge of the peak had already taken their seats, and there were a few extra seats prepared for people from outside the sect who came to watch the battle.

Shangguan Wencang sat in the center and cast his gaze.

After seeing Ying Bing, a look of deep expectation flashed in his eyes.

Not only the sect leader cast his gaze.

There were many pairs of eyes in the field, all looking over at this moment.

The only disciple of Shangguan Wencang, the recognized next leader of Qingyuan Sect, and a person with outstanding talent among his peers.

With so many halos that others envy, coupled with the alpine snow lotus and the self-admiring temperament, it is difficult to be ignored.

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Student Xiao Li frowned.

He was very perceptive and naturally noticed that there were many unfriendly looks and people regarded him as a thorn in their eyes.

Who made him the only one standing by Ying Bing?

And he also got Chixiao, who matched Tianshuang.

Face those eyes.

Student Li twitched his lips:

"Ying Bing, I brought some tea, would you like some?"

"Okay."

Ying Bing loves drinking tea, no matter whether the tea is expensive or cheap.

She took the tea set with her bare hands and began to make tea skillfully. Her movements were quick and pleasing to the eye, as beautiful as a painting, and she mesmerized countless people.

“Tsk.”

Li Mo picked up a small cup of Longjing tea.

Those looks became even more hostile. If those looks contained any hurt, they would have pierced him to pieces in an instant.

He sipped it happily and praised:

"Your brew is still the best."

At this time, the voice of Master Qingyuan came:

"Today we will have a martial arts competition at the Nine Summits, so I will just say a few words."

"My dear colleagues, dear heroes, our Qingyuan Sect is holding a martial arts competition this time, with the following main points..."

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An hour later.

The old voice on the podium finally slowed down with a lingering feeling.

The master of the clan is usually taciturn, and it seems that this is the time when he said everything.

"Okay, let's stop here."

Shangguan Wencang nodded slightly, indicating the start of the next step.

The main thing is, if he continued talking, not many people in the room would listen and they would all fall asleep.

The next step is the draw.

Qian Bufan asked the deacon to collect the waist belts of all the participating disciples, put them into the bronze bull in the field, and then he used his internal energy to pat the back of the bronze bull.

There was a sound of metal collision, and then the bronze beast spit out two waist weapons.

He looked at it and said loudly:

"Xiao Qin versus Xie Lan'ai."

The first one is Senior Brother Xiao?

Li Mo looked towards the stage.

Lao Xiao's aura was stronger than what he had seen in the past few days, and it was obvious that he had made a breakthrough in martial arts. At this moment, he was carrying a broken sword on his back, with a resolute expression, and a tough and determined temperament.

His opponent is not easy either.

The woman had fine facial features, but her cheekbones were quite high, which made her already cold expression even more fierce.

Li Mo used his divine eyes to look over there.

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