Chapter 1529
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Taiyuan Valley was huge, but there were not many people from the Jiang Family here. Other than the elders and the younger generation of the Jiang Family, there was only a group of servants.
Ye Qingtang knew very well that she had to be in the top ten of the Martial Arts Championship in half a year's time before she could enter the mystic abyss. Thus, she had to cultivate to the maximum in this half a year.
The Devouring Bloodline had been in her body for a long time, but she could not completely control it. However, she could learn how to control the Heavenly Demon Bloodline in the Jiang Family.
Ye Qingtang meditated in her room for a while when Jiang Shaobai knocked on her door. He said that he wanted to bring her around Taiyuan Valley and have something to eat.
"Elder Sister Qing, your little white tiger looks very cute. Is it your pet?" Jiang Shaobai tilted his head and asked curiously as he looked at the little white tiger in Ye Qingtang's arms.
"…" The little white tiger was speechless.
F * ck, I'm a Fiendcelestial Beast. You're the pet. Your whole family are pets.
Just as the two of them walked to the square of Taiyuan Valley, they suddenly saw a group of youths dressed in light blue robes. They were the representatives of the Jiang Family.
There seemed to be some commotion in the crowd. Ye Qingtang did not intend to watch the commotion, but she was dragged over by Jiang Shaobai.
Her strength was actually inferior to a little girl's?
Ye Qingtang was very surprised by Jiang Shaobai's strength.
"Where's Jiang Lin?" Among the crowd, a tall and rough-looking youth suddenly frowned and scanned the crowd. He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, but he was dressed in a gray robe.
Behind the youth were people who were dressed similarly. They were obviously not from the Jiang Family, and they were currently fighting with the group of youths from the Jiang Family.
In next to no time, a handsome young man walked out slowly from within the Jiang Clan. He had a handsome face, an extraordinary bearing, and a sword hung on his waist. He was precisely the Jiang Lin that the tall young man from before was looking for.
When Ye Qingtang saw Jiang Lin, her eyes could not help but fill with astonishment.
In her previous life, Ye Qingtang had met Jiang Lin before, but that was a few years later. At that time, Ye Qingtang was being hunted by various forces, and Jiang Lin had already left Taiyuan Valley to officially show his brilliance on the Central Mainland.
If Jiang Qi was said to be a genius descendant of the Jiang Family, then Jiang Lin could only be called a monster.
Jiang Lin was very powerful, but the thing that people took the most delight in talking about was his superb Demon Repelling Sword Technique. It could be said to be one of a kind, and many martial artists in the Central Mainland called him the Sword God of the younger generation.
Ye Qingtang did not expect to meet Jiang Lin, who had yet to become famous, here.
"Cao Xu, are you looking for me?" Jiang Lin stood in front of the crowd, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the tall young man.
"Brat, you have guts to come out. I don't want to waste my breath with you. You injured a disciple of my Cao Family and mocked us for having no one. Today, I will come and fight you. I will show you whether or not my Cao Family has anyone." Cao Xu's fists were clenched so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard. His huge body did not look like the frail body of a young man.
This person was from the Cao Clan?
Ye Qingtang looked at Cao Xu.
The Cao Family was one of the top families in the Central Mainland and had produced many of the most powerful figures in the Fengyun Continent. However, when Ye Qingtang came to the Central Mainland in her previous life, she heard that the Cao Family and the Jiang Family were not on good terms, but she did not know why.
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