Fang Qingyang was among the many students of Dongchuan Academy. For a moment, he felt that he was under a lot of pressure. ‘Murong Jiu is sizing me up? ’ He was confused, but he quickly figured it out. He and his father were once good brothers, and now it is normal to pay more attention to him. Next to him, Meng Huan lowered his voice and said, "Qingyang, you must perform well today. If you can win the Tianjiao battle, you will truly have a firm foothold in the Sword Dynasty!" "I know." Fang Qingyang nodded. He was an outsider and was born to walk a longer distance. If others had won the first place on the list of geniuses, they would have had a smooth journey. Looking back at myself, I am just standing firm. However, once you get a firm foothold, you will naturally have to catch up all the way!
Murong Jiu withdrew his gaze, his face remained unchanged, as if his mood had not changed at all. In fact, deep down in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh, he is indeed the son of Brother Fang, he has inherited some handsomeness, temperament, and even talent. All so exaggerated. All information about Fang Qingyang had been placed on Murong Jiu's table before his return. Murong Jiu knew everything from Fang Qingyang following Ye Qingcang into the Sword Dynasty to what happened later. As one of the three generals, it is easy for him to grasp this information. Because of this, he had hope for Fang Qingyang! As for what will happen in this battle of geniuses, he knows it in his heart, but under the premise of all fairness, he will not help, it all depends on Fang Qingyang himself. "It's really huge!" Zhou Heng walked slowly, his eyes scanning the whole place. The auras coming from all the prodigies dazzled him, and he had a clearer understanding of the Sword Dynasty. At first, the idea of setting up an academy to surpass the Yaochi Holy Land was naive and ridiculous. After seeing through everything, Zhou Heng decided to become a dog of the Sword Dynasty. As long as you can get enough benefits, what's wrong with being a dog? "Prince, if you can become the top three, I'm afraid it will immediately cause a sensation in the entire Sword Dynasty. By then, there will be a large group of people who want to win over you." A monk next to him flattered him. "Winning me over? Haha, in the entire Sword Dynasty, except for a very few top-level beings, who else's identity can compare with Prince Jiang?" Zhou Heng's eyes flashed, "It is my blessing to be able to take refuge in him. In the future, not only me, but also the entire Great Zhou Dynasty will be in an unprecedented state!" The other monks nodded repeatedly with smiles on their faces. If the prince can find a good backer, they will also rise with the tide. "Is that the Dongchuan Academy team?" Zhou Heng looked up and saw a group of people wearing Dongchuan Academy uniforms. He searched inside and quickly located Fang Qingyang.
For Fang Qingyang, even if he turns into ashes, Zhou Heng will never forget him! When he was besieging the Zihe Sect in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he almost killed himself. Zhou Heng always remembers this hatred. Fang Qingyang suddenly felt an unkind gaze falling on him. He slowly turned his face and looked at the other person from the distance. Zhou Heng! Although he had expected this scene, Fang Qingyang still couldn't help but his eyes turned cold. Prince Zhou, if it hadn't been for him, the Zihe Sect would never have perished! He is the culprit of everything! Huo An, Ning Kuang and others fought tooth and nail to maintain the dignity of the sect. Old Man Ye even managed to escape with all his meridians. How can we not avenge these hatreds? The two people looked at each other, and they could detect the ultimate hatred in each other's eyes. The emotion of wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood was gradually reaching its peak. "Fang Qingyang." Zhou Heng was the first to send the message with a sneer, "If you have the ability, accept my challenge to you. Don't hide behind others like a tortoise." "What a coincidence, I happen to want to kill you too." The corners of Fang Qingyang's mouth curled up, and the killing intent around him became more powerful. The whole audience suddenly burst into cheers. Fang Qingyang frowned, looking for the source of the sound, and found that many disciples from Yaochi Holy Land were striding towards the arena. "That's Jiang Ding!" Meng Huan lowered his voice and said to Fang Qingyang, "Our Dongchuan Academy has been suppressed, and the rumors are inseparable from him. He is the most talented person among his peers in the royal family. He also serves as the deputy sect leader of the Yaochi Holy Land. His reputation is as good as the Three Even if they are equal, the real power is even greater!” I saw a middle-aged man in a white robe approaching with a faint smile on his face. He seemed to be very talkative and patient with everyone. If I have to describe it, he looks like a scholar. He exuded an aloof aloofness, and people who didn't know better thought he was some wandering wild crane traveling around. "It's him." Fang Qingyang turned around to comfort Old Man Ye, "Master, you must calm down!" Old man Ye sat next to Fang Qingyang and grinned when he saw this, "I have never seen any big storms. When I had one of my fingers cut off, it was just like that. Now I am back as a disabled person. Why should I not be calm? ?” It was indeed a bit sad to hear this. If it hadn't been for that incident back then, I'm afraid that Old Man Ye's development trajectory would not be weaker than that of the three generals, and he would be at least a Xuanming Realm prince now!
Back then, as a casual cultivator, he was named after many talented people from aristocratic families. Who doesn’t admire the master of swordsmanship? It's a pity that that battle directly laid the path for the future. "My disciple is better than his disciple, that's enough, there's nothing more satisfying than that." Old Man Ye stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, looking smiling. His eyes were full of laziness that he did not want to get involved in the world. He even took out the wine gourd and took a sip. But Fang Qingyang could still sense the unwillingness in his heart! There must be a secret behind what happened back then! I just don't know what the specific reason is. "Master, don't worry. If I fight Sikong Teng, I will prove to the world who is stronger among the disciples Prince Jiang and Ye Qingcang have accepted!" Fang Qingyang's eyes were gleaming. This battle between geniuses was an opportunity for him to rise, and it was the starting point for him to gain a foothold in the Sword Dynasty. If I was worried before that someone powerful would take action against me, all my worries have disappeared now. There is a second branch with Murong Jiu. As long as you show your absolute talent, they will become your solid backing. Other geniuses can rely on their family background and bloodline, but Fang Qingyang can only rely on himself! "The second branch is coming." Someone else exclaimed. Another group of people came, led by Xia Yan. He nodded to the surroundings, and then slowly sat down, without even looking at Fang Qingyang. There are too many strong people in the field, and they are all observing each other. A glance or a micro-expression will allow others to guess what they are thinking. Fang Qingyang's heart was surging. He realized that he could become famous now! "Brother Qingyang!" At this time, a surprised voice came from the distance, "I...I finally found you."