On the morning of the third day, all the disciples including the elders were called out to watch the main figure of this event. In Ye Qiao's imagination, the mysterious dragon clan should at least be a giant dragon descending from the sky. When they actually saw it, they all fell silent for a few seconds.
It’s not that the other person is ugly or anything like that, it’s just that he is quite different from what I imagined.
He was a young child, about twelve or thirteen years old, with still some baby fat. He didn't look like the legendary dragon at all, and was even less comparable to the phantom seen in the place of inheritance.
Early in the morning, the five clan disciples were called out to watch a child. To be honest, none of them looked very happy, and even their attitudes changed from solemn at the beginning to careless and perfunctory.
Chu Xingzhi even wanted to sneer, "That's it?" The young man opened his mouth, but the elders stared at him and he stood still.
Ming Xuan looked at the little prince in front of him with some surprise, and asked Xue Yu beside him: "Is this the legendary dragon clan?"
Mu Chongxi was also surprised: "So, he is a human?" He thought he was an animal like KFC.
Ye Qiao: "It's hard to imagine that he is actually a human being."
The little prince of the dragon clan had sensitive hearing and his eyes were fixed on the disciple who spoke the most unpleasantly. The girl was wearing plain clothes and her eyes looked well-behaved and peaceful.
The corners of his lips curved coldly: "Who is speaking?"
"The direct disciple of Chang Mingzong."
"Where's the person next to her?"
"Another direct descendant of the Changming Sect."
Oh. Are these two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix a combination?
So it can be imagined that the sect is not a formal sect.
In his mind, he immediately eliminated the Changming Sect as an option among the human race that could cooperate.
When the disciples didn't care about this child and even wanted to wave goodbye and go back to sleep, Zhou Xingyun suddenly said softly, "He is in the late Nascent Soul stage."
He and Ye Qinghan broke through early, and their cultivation level was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If the little prince had not used a magical instrument to conceal his cultivation level, then he would undoubtedly be in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.
Chu Xingzhi's eyes turned: "Seriously?"
"Him?" Su Zhuo also interrupted.
"Yes." Ye Qinghan nodded affirmatively, "Very strong."
Even Ye Qinghan said so, so it can only be the late Nascent Soul stage without a doubt.
"Are you sure he needs our protection?" Ye Qiao pointed at himself in disbelief, "It's better to protect me than to protect him."
"That's not the point." Xue Yu shook her, signaling her to cheer up, "Who doesn't want to be on good terms with the dragon clan?"
"There is also the issue of face. This is our venue and we must not lose to other sects."
In this situation, even if you don't want to fight, you have to decide the outcome. It's a matter of face.
"Let's go to the sword training ground in the back mountain of Changming Sect." Duan Yu motioned them to follow him. This time, the young prince brought a few guards with him. Their cultivation was estimated to be in the late Jindan period. As soon as they came in, they looked up and down at Changming Sect.
There were a few mocking noises.
The thing that the dragon clan has the most is spirit stones, as can be seen from the various good things left over from the place of inheritance. When they suddenly saw that the majority of the human cultivators were so monotonous, they expressed their disdain without any concealment.
Zhou Xingyun glanced at them and walked past them calmly, "Don't make pig noises if you have nothing to do."
One of them was furious: "You..."
"Wait." Ye Qiao interrupted him in time and bumped into him with a dash. When the dragon tribe was shocked and angry and thought she had something to say, Ye Qiao asked casually: "What are we going to eat after breakfast today, Second Brother?"
Mingxuan laughed twice with ambiguous meanings and passed by them.
The newly arrived dragons were almost angered to death by the tacit cooperation of the Changming Sect.
"They are so good at cooperating." The little prince of the dragon clan curled his lips, "I hope they can be so coordinated when we fight."
There was only one competition platform in the sword training field in the back mountain. To be on the safe side, Elder Zhao explained one thing in advance after they arrived: "If any venue is damaged, ten times the compensation will be paid."
"I don't think any of my disciples would want to stay and pay the money." He glanced at a few sword cultivators with powerful destructive power and asked, "Don't you think so?"
The disciple who was hit by the gun straightened his back reflexively and nodded subconsciously.
"Your Highness. Should we leave first, or stay and take a look?" the guard asked in a low voice.
"Stay and take a look." The little prince's voice was a little soft, and his eyes fell on Wen Jianzong.
He was more optimistic about this sect. Compared with the weird one before, this one seemed much more normal. What was the difference between the human cultivators and their dragon race? No matter what, it was worth it for him to stay and watch the competition between these so-called direct disciples.
"Are you the most powerful cultivators in the world of cultivation?" The little prince asked without understanding and looked at the serious person Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan said calmly: "No. It does not rule out some talented independent cultivators."
“But basically the younger ones who are stronger are all here.”
The little prince realized, "Then I hope you can win."
No matter how you look at it, the Wenjian Sect is more reliable than the Changming Sect.
Ye Qinghan nodded.
However, in their hearts, they had already analyzed each other's strength.
The Bishui Sect was the first to be eliminated. The Chengfeng Sect only had two sword cultivators, not to mention the Yueqing Sect's four talisman cultivators.
Now, the only ones who can compete for the mission of escorting the little prince are Changming Sect and Wenjian Sect.
Before the game even started, there were already all kinds of swords and sabers flying around.
"Come, come, come." Ye Qiao motioned them to bring their heads closer, and then whispered something.
Mu Chongxi thought for a moment and said, "I'll involve Chu Xingzhi."
Ye Qiao blinked: "Ye Qinghan, leave it to me." Ye Qinghan probably also wanted to beat himself up in such a formal competition.
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