More than a dozen black cars drove into the manor's ancient martial arts venue. All of them were black Hongqi cars without license plates and were not for sale to the public. Only people with extremely special identities could buy them through private channels.
The convoy is parked.
From the car, a dozen old men in black robes walked out, striding high and forward to the high platform in the middle of the square. They sat firmly on the Grand Master's chair.
These old men were as calm as a mountain, and none of them looked senile. On the contrary, they were all full of vitality and youthful appearance.
The Elders of the Dragon-Slaying Guild.
A group of old antiques in the ancient martial arts world, highly respected.
One of the people sitting among them is the current president of the Dragon-Slaying Society. He comes from the Xuanyuan family, which once ranked first among the three major families. He is over seventy years old, but his eyes are wise, mighty and noble.
"The most powerful person with forty-three qi?"
The president of the Dragon-Slaying Club sat firmly on the Grand Master's chair in the middle, and in the seats watching the competition, there were sudden gasps of air.
Lu Wushuang's face changed slightly: "Unexpectedly, after thirty years, old man Xuanyuan not only did not decline in strength due to age, but actually improved so much. Forty-three true qi penetrated the body. Looking at the martial arts of China today, who can compete with him?
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But, when she continued to read.
When she discovered that the fourteen Dragon-Slaying Guild elders sitting behind Old Man Xuanyuan, the weakest one, had actually condensed twenty-one qi in his body, her face turned slightly pale, and she suddenly realized that today
The real purpose of coming here was defeated.
Next, people from the top ten ancient martial arts families followed one after another as usual.
The Nangong family in red robes.
The Mo family in dark robes.
The Luo family in purple robes.
The Cao family in gray robes.
The Xuanyuan family in dark red robes.
And the Song family in dark green robes.
There is also the crescent-white Oriental home.
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The top ten ancient martial arts families, wearing ancient martial arts robes of different colors, entered the venue one after another.
Ten colors took their seats around the ancient martial arts arena.
Ten terrifying auras suddenly erupted!
The invisible coercion spread, leaving the big bosses from all over the country who were sitting on the viewing platform speechless and even suffocated.
The entire ancient martial arts arena was filled with dead silence.
"Is this a grand event in the ancient martial arts world..."
Beads of sweat broke out on Master Kongchan's forehead. He thought that the Chinese Medicine God of Medicine Competition, which had just concluded, would be grand enough to shake the entire country of China.
But compared to the ancient martial arts world, it is simply a comparison between a baby and an adult.
Not to mention the fifteen Dragon Slaying Society elders sitting on the high platform, and the other fifteen invited judges sitting behind them.
Just picking one of the ten major family camps sitting in the first row would be enough to destroy the Chinese medical sect without even a single scum left.
"There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world..."
Zhong Boyong also let out a long sigh. For him, the richest man in the secular world, this kind of scene can no longer be described by just two words: shocking.
He even felt that everything he saw before his eyes... was a bit unreal.
Just like a dream.
Money, power, status...are nothing in front of these people who represent the absolute power of China.
Only now did he realize a sentence:
When money stands up and speaks, truth also becomes silent.
When absolute rights stand up, even money dare not speak.
But when Zhigao's force rises, even his rights must be surrendered!
