Endless Divine Land. Cang Tianyu, Cang Clan! "It's so exciting! Brother Wen Leng, what happened?" I saw a boy in a blue gown handing wine to a boy in brocade, and asked a little curiously. The young man in brocade clothes glanced at the large number of Cang people gathered outside the window, took the fine wine handed over by the long-clothed young man, and drank it all in one gulp. "Well, I heard that they seem to be preparing to select ten followers for the Son of God of our clan." "That's why this conference is also called the Sword Holder Conference." "Son of God? The one holding the sword?" The blue-shirted boy showed a trace of doubt, but suddenly thought of something, and turned into horror. "Could it be the one you were talking about twelve years ago?" The young man in brocade clothes took a sip of fine wine and said casually, "That's right."
"The terrifying vision twelve years ago seems to have been caused by the Son of God of our clan, but hasn't that person been in the Imperial Court all this time?" the blue-shirted boy asked with a yearning look on his face. I saw the boy named Wen Leng leaning close to the blue-shirted boy's ear and whispering, "Master Shenzi, I went to the lower realm a year ago, and I haven't come back yet!" The pupils of the blue-shirted boy shrank, apparently he did not expect that the Son of God was no longer in the clan, and had disappeared for a year. "Then why doesn't brother Leng run for followers? Could it be that there are other conditions for this campaign?" The young man in brocade clothes looked out the window and sighed, "Hey, what's the condition, that is, to have at least four blue Heavenly Dao lines. Although I meet the conditions, I can't compare to those perverts." After finishing speaking, Cang Wen took a sip of wine coldly, with a disappointed expression on his face. "No way, you can't even choose Brother Leng?" Cang Wen smiled wryly, "Those of your collateral line don't understand how perverted those people really are, let alone me, even if you have five Cang Heavenly Dao patterns, you may not be selected!" The blue-shirted boy was startled, he didn't expect such a terrifying competition, Wu Dao, that's an absolute genius. Even in the Cang Clan's direct lineage like Cang Wenleng, they still have great power. But now, even the followers of the Son of God may not be selected. He couldn't help but think deeply, what kind of demeanor is that Son of God? "Hey, I really want to meet the rumored Son of God. I don't know how charming the Son of God is?" "Hahaha, just dream, you, even I have never met Lord Shenzi." Cang Wen laughed coldly, jokingly. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance, and Cang Wenleng and the blue-shirted boy looked over. "That person is... Cang Ziying." "My God, Mr. Ziying is here too." I saw the crowd step aside, and a black-clothed boy walked out, holding his head in his hands, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, with a rebellious look on his face. The boy in black is not very old, maybe 15 or 16 years old, but everyone's admiration for him is very high.
It shows that the boy in black still has a good prestige among the younger generation. The boy in black has a calm face, the pale Heavenly Dao lines on his forehead are very dazzling, take a closer look. There are as many as six realms! In the outside world, Liu Dao is definitely a monstrous existence. In his hands, most geniuses may not be able to get away with one move, which is enough to push one genius sideways. Even in the Changsheng Cang Clan, Liu Dao Inscription can be regarded as a top genius, belonging to a generation of leaders. The black-clothed boy actually didn't want to come to this so-called "Sword Holder" conference at first, and he still understood why. But for the sake of a son of God whom he has never seen before, he does not want to put his own future on him. However, his father insisted on letting him come, and if he didn't go, he would be expelled from the house and told to go to another faction. His father, who has always been stable and gentle, unexpectedly has such a tough and tough attitude. Of course, he is not a fool. His father must know more than him. You must know that his father is a certain steward of the Cang clan, and even his father has such an attitude. Then there is a possibility, that is, this so-called Son of God has a terrifying background! What's more, his father told him not to be careless, and to use his full strength to participate in this battle. Even if he has a talent with six lines of lines, he may not be able to enter the top ten. Just as the black-clothed boy Cang Ziying was still thinking about this incident, there was a loud noise in the distance. boom! I saw a huge mountain, and there was a huge fluctuation suddenly. The terrifying Spiritual Qi quickly formed a hurricane, across the entire mountain, ravaging one side. The crowd looked over at once, and there was a rustling sound. "That young master has also left the customs!" "That is...?" "Cang Haonan!" the black-robed boy Cang Ziying yelled at the mountain. I saw a shirtless young man appearing on the top of the mountain, with plump muscles and perfect lines, each muscle seemed to have explosive power. There are also six inscriptions on the forehead, which are very obvious. The young man carried a black iron sword on his back, stepped into the void, and within a few steps came to the unruly young Cang Ziying. They looked at each other, tit for tat. Obviously, this is a genius not inferior to Cang Ziying. After a few breaths, Cang Haonan spoke first, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, have you recovered from your injury?" "It's up to you, it's you, didn't you get beaten enough last time?" "What do you mean? Didn't you lose last time?" "Joke, will I lose to you?" "Why, if you don't accept it, let's fight again!"
"Fight, fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed?" The strength of the two middle stages of the Hidden Brilliance Realm exploded instantly. They collided violently in the air. "boom" There was a loud noise, and the terrifying Spiritual Qi ravaged the world. This coercion forced everyone to take a step back. "Monster! Is this the strength that the middle stage of the Hidden Brilliance Realm can display?" "Even the early stage of the Shattering Yuan Realm is not so powerful, and it may be able to fight against the peak of the Shattering Yuan Realm in the outside world!" The crowd was shocked, and they had to feel that these two geniuses were really too powerful. The two forces formed a balance of power in the air, and the fluctuations of the forces surged away like a tide, and no one could do anything to the other. Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, there was a sound of "crack, crack, crack!" not far away. There was a way out of the crowd, and a mighty team came out of it. Many people surrounded a white carriage, and the attendants had one thing in common, that is, all of them were beauties. All of them looked ashamed, and they were either princesses of ancient countries, Holy Maidens of some great religions, or daughters of some ancient tribes. "Papa papa! How can I miss this kind of thing!" There was a burst of applause from the carriage, accompanied by a man's voice. At this time, Cang Haonan and Cang Ziying also temporarily stopped the confrontation, and turned their heads to look at the carriage in unison. They knew who it was by thinking about it with their buttocks. Among the geniuses of the Cang Clan, there were only a few who liked such a high profile, and this gesture must be Cang Aimei. A pair of sleeves, a sleeve of sleeves is the love of beauty, and those who love are naturally beauties. I don't know why his father gave him such a name, and he developed in this direction by accident.