Godly Dragon Guard

The sun has risen, and there are more and more people on the top of Mount Xumi, and a large number of disciples from the Yi family and Zhao family have arrived.

In a short while, there were already a huge crowd of five or six thousand people.

There are layers of steps around the martial arts field, on which the children of the Yi family and Zhao family are already sitting. On the steps directly in front, there are large mahogany chairs, and some elders of the Zhao family and the Yi family are sitting.

Yi Xuan and another Wu Xiu from the Yi family were present, and Shen Canghai also came. Zhao Feng and Zhao Jin from the Zhao family also arrived at the scene.

The two clans of Mount Xumi are extremely heavy, representing the future development momentum of the two big clans, so the elders in the clan are also very concerned.

In addition to the Yi family and the Zhao family, some small family sects in Xumishan also had many martial artists who came to watch the battle.

The outermost part of the martial arts field is the audience watching this battle, and there are thousands of people!

This is just like watching a football match, Shen Lang in the crowd couldn't help but sigh.

The martial arts field is surrounded by dense crowds, and the flow of people is surging, Xixi yells.

"This time the two tribes will martial arts are worth seeing. I have heard that the Yi family has produced a peerless genius!"

"It's a young man named Shen Lang, he is said to be the son of Shen Canghai."

"I've heard of this, but I also heard that Shen Lang has not healed from a serious injury and has become a vegetable?"

"No, how did I hear someone say that this person has already participated in the martial arts meeting of the two races."

"Anyway, this time the two tribes will martial arts is still worth seeing."

There are seats on the outside of the martial arts field, and a group of martial artists discussing works in groups.

"You said, if we can also become disciples of the Yi family or the Zhao family, that would be great!"

"You are dreaming, this kind of family is the most repellent to outsiders, unless you can advance into the realm, then you can easily become the worship elder of the Yi family and the Zhao family!"

"Advanced level? Ha ha, I think that is a dream!"

There was a lot of noise all around, all insignificant talking.

Shen Lang sat in the corner seat silently, waiting patiently for the competition to begin.

Not long after, the sun was shining brightly, and the two tribes officially opened.

There are thousands of martial artists from the Yi family and Zhao family standing in the center of the vast martial arts training ground. At first glance, it seems that there are more martial artists in the Yi family. There are three to four thousand martial artists. half.

Compared with the Zhao family, the Yi family had no obvious advantage in the number of martial arts in the later period.

Standing in the crowd, Shen Lang looked around with interest.

The martial arts of these two clans seemed a bit low-end to him. There were only three masters in the younger generation of the two clans, Shen Lang, Yi Fei and Zhao Gang.

This means that as long as Shen Lang defeats Yi Fei and Zhao Gang, he can get the first place, which is as simple as playing...

"Today, young handsome people from the Yi family and Zhao family gather here to join the martial arts of the two tribes. The top five hundred disciples of the martial arts are all rewarded with spirit crystals, and the top 100 are rewarded with top-grade treasures or spirit pills. Ten of them even have a mystery prize! Hope our two disciples will use all their strength to fight!"

In the center of the martial arts field, an elder from the Yi family made some brief speeches.

Shen Lang is not interested in rewards, he only needs to complete the goals set by Shen Canghai and win the first place in the martial arts of the two clans.

Thinking like this in Shen Lang's mind, Shen Canghai suddenly stepped down from the seat directly in front of the steps, walked to the center of the martial arts field, and announced: "This time the two races will martial arts, which junior can win the first place? One. The holy artifact in my hand, the White Shadow Sword, is bestowed on that junior!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene exploded, and everyone was shocked, showing unbelievable expressions.

"Holy... holy artifact?"

"I heard it right, the holy artifact as a reward for the first place?"

"Damn!"

Not only the ordinary disciple audience, but even the elders of the two races on the steps were shocked.

Needless to say, what kind of treasure the sacred artifacts are, even the two big families of the Yi family and the Zhao family did not have a few sacred artifacts. The holy artifacts can double the strength of the virtual realm masters.

Coupled with the sword-shaped holy artifact, it is really rare!

Shen Canghai said that he would take out the Sacred Artifact Longsword as a reward, and even Zhao Feng and Zhao Jin, the two virtual realm masters, almost thought that there was a problem with their ears.

"This...Brother Shen, are you serious?" Zhao Feng, the Patriarch of the Zhao family, swallowed, stood up immediately and couldn't help asking.

"Naturally take it seriously. If a junior of your Zhao family can get the first place, this holy artifact will naturally belong to him!" Shen Canghai said lightly.

"Okay! Brother Shen is so generous, I admire Zhao Feng!" A scorching heat flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

Zhao Jin was even more excited. His son Zhao Gang was the first seeded player in the competition between the two races.

Now that Shen Canghai said so, no matter what, Zhao Jin had to let his son Zhao Gang take the first place and obtain the holy artifact, even with some shameless means.

Yi Xuan was stroking his beard and smiling. Shen Canghai's intention was obvious. He claimed to treat the sacred artifact as a reward for the first place, and believed that the first place was 100% won by his nephew Shen Lang.

This can be regarded as a kind of test, Shen Canghai actually wanted to bestow the holy artifacts to Shen Lang, but there was a hurdle in the middle, and he wanted Shen Lang to cross it by himself.

However, his brother's courage is amazing enough to dare to take out the holy artifacts at will. Yi Xuan is extremely concerned about Shen Lang's performance.

Countless disciples of the Yi family and Zhao family talked about it, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Among the disciples of the Zhao family, Zhao Gang at the front showed ecstasy: "Hahaha, well, this holy artifact belongs to me, Zhao Gang!"

On the Yi family disciple’s side, the excited expression on Yi Fei’s face is also hard to conceal. Although he is not sure to defeat either of Shen Lang and Zhao Gang, the temptation of the sacred artifact is too great. He has to fight for whatever he says. Put.

The unparalleled heat flashed in Shen Lang's eyes, and he naturally understood Shen Canghai's thoughts. This sacred white shadow sword was given to him by his father, with a simple threshold.

This white shadow sword, combined with his own deadly thirteen sword martial skills, is absolutely unstoppable!

Shen Lang was both grateful and excited. If this tm doesn't win the first place, he can commit suicide by jumping on Mount Xumi.

"It's all quiet!" the Yi family elder in front of the stage shouted loudly.

The commotion at the scene finally subsided.

"Senior Shen is so supportive of the martial arts of the two races, and it is also an honor for the younger generations of the Yi family and the Zhao family. Okay, let’s explain the rules of the battle. This martial arts will last three days and adopt a knockout system. If one party surrenders, the other party cannot continue to attack. The offenders will be eliminated directly! There are two elders who will protect the lives of your juniors and will take action when necessary. You don’t have to worry about being killed by the other party. You can let go Fight!"

Shen Lang was very excited and wanted to break everything and directly advanced to the first place.

Right in front of the martial arts field, Zhao Jin on the big red chair glanced at Shen Lang. He knew that his son was probably not the boy's opponent, but for the sacred weapon, it was worth using some means.

He has already thought out a plan.