"Young master Emerald, he is only at the Early Clasping Yuan Realm, but he is giving people the pressure of a Mid Clasping Yuan Realm martial artist. His potential is limitless." A leader of a powerful party gasped.
"Leader Wang, you haven't heard of him, right? When Young Master Emerald stepped into the Clasping Yuan Realm, he was ambushed by a mid-level ghost guard under the Ghost Artist's command, but was killed by him with a single palm attack. "
"Mid-level ghost guard! Back then, the Ghost Artist was one of the one hundred and eight ghost warriors of the Nine Ghost Cult. His ghost guards were invincible, and all of them were elites among elites. To become a mid-level ghost guard, one had to be at least at the peak of Early Clasping Yuan Realm! "
The higher one's cultivation level was, the harder it was to kill someone with a higher cultivation. When a martial artist was at the Mortal Realm, it was not difficult to kill someone with a higher cultivation, and when a martial artist reached the Condensing Reality Realm, it was not difficult to kill someone with a higher cultivation. However, once a martial artist reached the Clasping Yuan Realm, killing someone with a higher cultivation would be quite difficult. Not to mention that those who could become mid-level ghost guards were all elites, and they could also kill people with a higher cultivation.
Hearing this, the crowd looked at Young Master Emerald in a different light. Most of them were at the Mid Clasping Yuan Realm, and only a few of them had reached the Late Clasping Yuan Realm. In other words, most of them did not have the confidence to fight against Young Master Emerald.
Young Master Emerald glanced at the crowd, and his eyes stopped on Luo Hanshan for a second, then he said, "Thank you all for coming to the celebration banquet. Zhuang Fei is deeply honored. In order to show the sincerity of the Emerald Martial Palace, there will be many wonderful performances today, I believe it will make you all happy."
After saying some more appropriate words, Young Master Emerald stepped back and gave the right to speak to the leader of the Emerald Martial Palace, Zhuang Qingxian.
Zhuang Qingxian walked to the front and said with a loud voice, "Without further ado, let the celebration banquet begin."
Immediately.
The sound of musical instruments came from all around, including drums, flutes, and zithers, which made the atmosphere on the stage even more relaxed.
Soon, beautiful maids brought breakfast and tea to the crowd.
After the tea, the performance officially began.
The first performance was called Candle Blowing.
A short middle-aged man who was at the Early Condensing Reality Realm walked on the stage. He placed thirteen candles on the ground in an S-shape, then stepped back for ten steps and slowly circulated his Qi.
It was the first time for the crowd to see this kind of performance, so they all showed some interest.
Hu!
The stocky middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of white gas. The white gas was like a dart, and it easily extinguished the first candle. Then, it bent to the side and extinguished the second candle, the third candle …
When the thirteenth candle was extinguished, thunderous applause rang out.
"Good, wonderful."
"It is quite rare for an Early Condensing Reality Realm warrior to be able to do this."
Normally, the breath that came out of one's mouth would travel in a straight line, and would never bend. Although Clasping Yuan Realm warriors could do that, which Clasping Yuan Realm warrior would want to show his face and perform on the stage? Plus, a performance was a performance after all, and it would be meaningless if a powerful warrior went on the stage.
Ye Chen applauded softly. It was indeed marvelous. The other party should have cultivated a cultivation art that allowed him to maintain his aura. After a long period of training, it would not be difficult for him to achieve this.
The following performances became more and more exciting, and many people were attracted by them. There were also some people who chatted while watching the performances. If they were thirsty, there were all kinds of fruits on the table beside them. If they had any requests, they could ask the beautiful maidservant beside them.
Before they knew it, it was already noon.
The lunch was quite sumptuous. There were food that could fly in the sky, swim in the water, run in the mountains, as long as they could be found in the market, they could be found here, and even if they couldn't be found in the market, they could be found here. The wine was the Blue Sea Three Flavors, which cost three thousand silvers per bottle, the top-grade wine of the Windy Nation.
Taking a sip of the wine, Luo Hanshan said, "After lunch, the real business is about to start."
"Don't be careless." The Head Elder only said four words.
The three of them nodded. Xu Jing suddenly said to Ye Chen, "Shi Potian and that Emerald Martial Palace disciple have been staring at you, be careful."
Ye Chen said, "I know."
He had been wondering why Shi Potian would look so fierce from time to time. Although he had hidden it very well, it still couldn't escape from Ye Chen's senses. The other person should be the No.1 Inner Disciple of the Emerald Martial Palace, and he was probably here to deal with Ye Chen.
On the side, the Fourth Elder hadn't said anything, but he was actually more anxious than anyone else.
Luo Hanshan used to be one of the four young masters, but it was still unknown whether he was as powerful as a Childe now. He probably wouldn't be able to fight against the second ranked disciples of the other martial institutions. He wasn't sure how powerful Xu Jing was among the core disciples, but he only knew that the 'North Snow Fast Blade' Lynch and the 'Stone Man' Shi Potian were almost as powerful as a Childe.
Fortunately —
The Sky Cloud Martial School still had Ye Chen. Although he was still not powerful enough, as long as he didn't lose too badly, with his half-step sword intent, he would be able to save a lot of face.
Thinking of this, the Fourth Elder glanced at Ye Chen expectantly.
…
A fiery sun was shining in the sky, sprinkling down thousands of golden beams of light.
In the Baohua Square.
Everyone's faces were filled with expectation, waiting for the next performance.
Zhuang Qingxian cleared his throat and said with a smile, "I think you all know what's going to happen next. Yes, it's going to be a competition between the disciples of the top martial institutions and other powerful forces. You can't kill your opponent. If anyone dares to violate this rule, I, Zhuang Qingxian, will have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your martial institutions. Also, the competition has to be consensual. If your opponent doesn't want to fight, you can't force him. Of course, I personally hope that everyone can participate. "
"Leader Zhuang, we've been waiting for this moment, let's start!"
"Leader Zhuang, time waits for no man, let's have a good show as soon as possible!"
Seeing some people showing an impatient look, Zhuang Qingxian smiled and said, "Alright! The competition has officially started. Who wants to be the first one on the stage? "
The ugly teenager from the Purple Sun Martial House stood up, walked to the stage and made a fist and palm salute, "I am Zhang Qing, a core disciple of the Purple Sun Martial House. I want to challenge the core disciple of the Sky Cloud Martial House, Xu Jing. Xu Jing, do you dare to fight with me?"
The ugly teenager Zhang Qing had a cousin named Zhao Guo. During a mission, he had a conflict with Xu Jing and was severely injured by her. This made the other disciples of the Purple Sun Martial House angry. After all, they rarely suffered losses, and Zhao Guo was one of the top ten inner disciples. They could not accept that. After that, as long as there was a chance, the powerful disciples of the Purple Sun Martial House would try to find trouble with Xu Jing. However, they did not expect her to be so powerful. None of the inner disciples were her opponents, and those who tried to find trouble with her were all severely injured and humiliated.
Now that there was a chance, Zhang Qing wanted to teach Xu Jing a lesson on behalf of the Purple Sun Martial House and his cousin.
"Why not?" Xu Jing, who was dressed in white, stood up and walked up slowly.
Zhuang Qingxian said, "Alright, the two of you should try your best to control yourselves. You don't have to win or lose."
Then, he took a step back and sat on the wide chair behind him.
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