The congratulations of the envoys came out one after another. Some of them were long-established strong men, and some were young and talented people who were destined to take over the power of their respective forces. The congratulatory gifts each of them gave were priceless, which made Chen Mo
Fan couldn't help but smile and drink glass after glass of good wine.
Everyone presented birthday gifts. Chen Mofan smiled and said: "Everyone, this wine is brewed by collecting countless spiritual materials and spending decades. This fish and meat are grown in the purest places and are the most delicious. Please enjoy it.
Enjoy!”
Everyone had just started to move when they saw the man in purple from the Xu Dynasty stood up again and said: "Old Emperor, there are fine wines to drink and delicacies to feast on. How can we miss out on things to add to the fun? However, mere singing and dancing are too much for monks like us.
It’s too boring, why not compete in martial arts to add to the fun and add luster to today’s birthday banquet?”
"Okay," Chen Mofan also felt that the purple-clothed man's proposal was reasonable, and immediately agreed, "You guys can step back."
The dancers exited the hall. Chen Mofan waved his hand and marked out a medium-sized area in the center of the hall. He said, "It's enough for the juniors to join in the fun. It just allows us to see what the rising stars are capable of."
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"That's what the old emperor said," the man in purple clothes agreed, "I think so too. There are many geniuses present who compete with each other at the same level. Of course, those with a lower level can also challenge those with a higher level."
Chen Mofan nodded and said: "Who will participate in this first battle? The winner will be rewarded with a thousand top-grade spiritual crystals. The reward is not much. Don't dislike it, young geniuses!"
"I don't care what other people think of Grandpa Huang's Thousand Best Spiritual Crystals. Anyway, I want it very much. Let me do the first one!" Chen Zixiang, who was sitting at the end of the east side, took the initiative to step out and first greeted him respectfully.
Chen Mofan, who was at the head of the table, saluted, and then turned his attention to those who were similar to himself, "Third level Tianwu, who is going to fight with me?"
"I'm coming!" A young man in green shirt holding a wooden spiritual sword jumped into the competition area in the Ningcheng Mountain Mission's seat, exuding a fierce sword energy.
"Well done!" Chen Zixiang laughed and rushed forward. The blue fire spread out and swept towards the young man in green shirt. However, he saw that the latter's expression was as usual, and the spiritual sword in his hand was like an arm. The endless sword energy gathered and slashed.
Turn on the flame...
Ten minutes later, Chen Zixiang used the infinite fire to exhaust the sword energy of the young man in green, and finally won the battle.
His grandson won. Although it was very difficult, Chen Mofan couldn't hide the smile on his face. He threw out a gold bag: "One thousand top-quality spiritual crystals, I will do what I say."
"Thank you, Grandpa Huang." Chen Zixiang accepted it happily, and when he returned to his seat, he secretly gave Chen Wenle a provocative look.
Since this is the home court of the Chenxu Dynasty, in the next few battles, the princes or princesses of the Chenxu Dynasty will take the initiative to stand up, and then people from the birthday delegation will rise to the challenge. There will be losses and wins. Chen Mofan is very happy to win.
I don't see him getting angry even if he loses.
After a prince from the Chenxu Dynasty won another match, a person behind Yang Shangjie, the crown prince of the Tianyang Dynasty, stood up and walked into the competition area before the people from the Chenxu Dynasty left the field and looked behind Chen Wenle.
"The Tianyang Emperor is facing Yangyu, the peak of Lingwu, and wants to fight Zhou Xing!"
Zhou Xing?
Although some people have heard about Shimei City, most of the people present are not aware of it. It's just a spiritual martial arts realm, but they don't have the qualifications to pay too much attention to it.
Chen Mofan didn't know there was such a person. Seeing Yang Yu challenge Zhou Xing by name, he looked at the position of one of his imperial grandsons, and couldn't help but feel curious and expectant in his eyes.
Chen Wenle turned to look at Zhou Xing, with no intention of persuading or encouraging him. Everything was decided by the latter himself.
Zhou Xing was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and then he drank the wine in his hand, stood up, looked at Yang Yu and said lightly: "As you wish."
This was the first martial arts competition at the Lingwu realm, but because of Yangyu's operation, everyone found it more interesting than the previous ones.
Yangyu and Zhou Xing stood twenty meters apart, sizing each other up.
"Zhou Xing, I also have thunder spirit roots like you, let's see who of us has the stronger thunder!" After the words fell, blue thunder burst out from Yang Yu's body, condensing into a thunder and lightning dragon, hovering around him,
Exuding terrifying power, it stared at Zhou Xing eagerly.
Zhou Xing's expression was as usual, except that he raised his right hand in front of his chest, his index finger and middle finger were close together, and his fingertips glowed with black light.
"Are you humiliating me?" Yang Yu said angrily. He followed Yang Shangjie's order to challenge Zhou Xing. He thought highly of himself and didn't take Zhou Xing seriously at all. He originally planned to defeat Zhou Xing with one move, but he didn't
To think of being treated so lightly.
"It's enough to deal with you."
"Then I will help you!" Yangyu roared angrily, "Thunder Dragon Kill - Go!"
The hovering thunder dragon roared loudly and rushed toward Zhou Xing, making the air explode along the way.
Zhou Xing pointed his finger forward, and a black thunderbolt was activated, colliding head-on with the thunder and lightning dragon.
"laugh……"
The thunder dragon was like snow meeting the blazing sun. It was pierced by the black thunder without any resistance and dissipated in mid-air. The power of the black thunder continued to attack Yangyu unabated.
Yang Yu was shocked. He couldn't believe that the martial arts he was proud of was so vulnerable. But he was not a mediocre person. He reacted instantly. Zhou Xing's black thunder completely restrained his own thunder, and he was in a critical moment.
At this moment, the spiritual power of the wind surged in front of Yangyu, and a cyan shield condensed in the blink of an eye.
boom!
The black thunder struck the blue shield, and both exploded at the same time. The aftermath of the spiritual power swept through Yangyu, causing him to fall back several meters. The clothes on his chest were damaged, and there were stains of blood oozing out.
"Fake Holy Body?!" Someone immediately exclaimed when they saw Yang Yu using wind attribute spiritual power.
"Interesting, the black thunder is really powerful, and the pseudo-sacred body with twin spiritual roots of wind and thunder is also extremely extraordinary. I don't know who is better."
At this time, Zhou Xing's eyes also became solemn. There are some favored people in the world who are born extraordinary and possess special physiques. Those who are powerful enough are called holy bodies and are destined to become saints and ancestors. Under the holy body, there are also weaker pseudo-bodies.
The Holy Body, for example, has the Five Elements Spiritual Root and the Wind and Thunder Spiritual Root. The latter only has a mutated spiritual root and can cultivate spiritual powers of different attributes, but compared with the real Holy Body, it pales in comparison.
Yangyu was surrounded by cyan whirlpools and said with a sneer: "Zhou Xing, I admit that I looked at you because I was young, but besides that black thunder, what else do you have to rely on?"
"I think you can only talk the talk." Zhou Xing shook his head and said with great disdain for Yang Yu.
Yang Yu was furious, but he didn't say anything anymore. He formed a complicated hand seal with his hands and shouted: "Sifang Fengbi!"
The cyan wind spiritual power enveloped Zhou Xing, and wind barriers formed on all sides, moving quickly towards Zhou Xing in the center, and the space was rapidly compressed.
"The thunder tree supports the sky!" Zhou Xing slapped his palm on the ground, and a black round totem emerged. A black thunder tree rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, it grew to a height of three feet, and the diameter of the crown was also three feet.
The big thunder tree resisted the wind walls on all sides and was unable to close.
Upon seeing this, Yang Yu moved and ran around the perimeter of the four-sided wind wall. He moved so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to keep up, and it got faster and faster, forming a circle of afterimages, dazzling those who wanted to find his true body.
"Wind rolling residual clouds!" A low cry sounded, and the wind walls on all sides shattered, turning into countless extremely sharp wind blades that rotated at high speed, as if they were tornadoes that could destroy everything.
Zhou Xing, who was in it, found that the air around him was gradually becoming thinner, making it difficult for him to breathe. The speed of the wind blade was turning faster and faster, and its power was gradually getting stronger, making him feel a great threat.
Zhou Xing rose into the sky and landed on the thunder tree. The branches of the thunder tree swayed and black thunder roamed.
"The whale sucks the rainbow -" Zhou Xing pointed his finger to the sky, and the majestic thunder-attribute spiritual power gathered, and a black ball of light was formed, which continued to grow larger and compressed. The darkness reached the extreme, as if even the light could be swallowed up, which was shocking.
It gives me chills at first glance.
Looking at the black ball of light, Yang Yu felt a chill all over his body, and his hair stood on end. He stopped accumulating power, and with a thought, countless wind blades were aimed at Zhou Xing in the middle, revealing their sharp edges.
Whizzing……
There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and dense wind blades were killing Zhou Xing. At the same time, Zhou Xing's hand pointing at the sky suddenly clenched into a fist - the electric current clouds dispersed!
The black thunder slanted out from the ball of light, like a surge of water when a river bursts its banks, unstoppable and destroying everything.
The thunder scattered the endless wind blades and washed them away. Even the tornado that Yangyu had worked so hard to create was destroyed.
The spiritual power of the wind dissipated, but Yang Yu's figure disappeared from Zhou Xing's field of vision. Suddenly, he felt alert, thunder and lightning lingered under his feet, and his body instinctively jumped into the air.
I saw Yang Yu holding a dagger with a cold light in his hand and touching into the thunder tree. He wanted to sneak attack Zhou Xing, but he was discovered in advance.
After the attack failed, Yangyu was about to withdraw from the area covered by the thunder tree, but he saw Zhou Xing's right hand downwards, and the thunder from the thunder tree surged out, forming a thunder and lightning cage, trapping Yangyu in it.
"You lost." Zhou Xing landed firmly on the ground and said as he watched the furious Yang Yu try his best to break through the thunder and lightning cage.
"I haven't lost yet!" Yang Yu clenched his fists, and it was obvious that he was unwilling to do so. This was his first battle with the Tianyang Dynasty, and his talent was comparable even to that of Prince Yang Shangjie.
Duorang was defeated by a person of the same level now. If his power of thunder hadn't been completely restrained, the power of the combined wind and thunder attack would have been even greater. Unfortunately, he didn't even have the chance to use it.
"Okay!" Yang Yu never admitted his failure. Chen Mofan took the lead to speak and set the tone, "When the black thunder comes out, who among the same level can compete with me? The pseudo-holy body of Fenglei Linggen is amazing. It's really
It’s wonderful, I seem to see myself back then, and I was so high-spirited!”
In the first half of Chen Mofan's sentence, he pointed out that Zhou Xing was better. Although Yang Yu was powerful, he still lost. Even if Yang Yu didn't want to admit it, there was nothing he could do.
"Thank you, old emperor, for your compliments." Zhou Xing saluted Chen Mofan, then dismissed the thunder tree and returned to his seat.
Yang Yu returned to the Tianyang Dynasty in despair, and a faint curse came into his ears: "Trash!"
He knew that this was Yang Shangjie's accusation, but he could only lower his head and endure it.
After Yang Yu sat down, Yang Shangjie stood up, cupped his hands and said, "I've made you laugh, so let me do the next battle."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him sideways. There was no one who had experienced extraordinary results, let alone someone with the status of the prince of a great dynasty.
What does this guy want to do? Everyone has questions in their minds.
The man in purple from the Xu Dynasty looked at Yang Shangjie with a smile and asked, "I wonder if Prince Yang also has anyone who wants to compete?"
"This is natural," Yang Shangjie cast his gaze towards the front of the table where the prince and princess of the Chenxu Dynasty were, "The one I want to challenge is Princess Yucheng!"
After Yang Shangjie finished speaking, the hall immediately fell silent. You could hear a needle drop, but noisy discussions immediately began again.
"What on earth does this bastard want to do!" Chen Wenle scolded regardless of the impact.
The person involved, Chen Yucheng, smiled and asked: "May I ask why Prince Yang wants to fight with me?"
Yang Shangjie showed admiration on his face and replied: "I have admired Princess Yucheng for a long time. I heard that Her Royal Highness is good at fighting and is strong. If I directly propose marriage to the Emperor, I am afraid it will be counterproductive, so I want to compete with Her Highness.
To enhance understanding and finally be able to be in love with the princess is what I want."
Chen Yucheng did not respond, but Chen Zixiang, who was sitting at the end, suddenly jumped out and shouted: "Sister, Prince Yang Shangjie is a generation of genius, a world-class figure, maybe he will be able to be among the outstanding people in the mainland in the future, and if this happens
If the marriage can come true, our Chenxu Dynasty and Tianyang Dynasty will become even closer. I see that you are quite old, so I agreed!"
"Fuck you!" Chen Wenle was furious and rushed directly from his position in front of Chen Zixiang, waving his fist and trying to beat Chen Zixiang.
"Tenth Prince, show mercy." The followers behind Chen Zixiang immediately grabbed Chen Wenle, "Sixteenth Prince is drunk. He was just talking nonsense while drunk. Don't take it seriously."
Chen Wenle was still reluctant to give up, but he saw that Chen Zixiang's face was red and smelled of alcohol, and he seemed to be really drunk.
"Stop pretending, I think he is just..."
Before Chen Wenle finished speaking, Chen Zixiang fell to the ground with a bang, his body twisted, and his entourage immediately helped him up.
Now Chen Wenle couldn't help it. Even if Chen Zixiang was pretending, he couldn't tell the difference and could only sit back angrily.
After the interlude ended, Chen Mofan said to Chen Ye beside him: "Yucheng is my granddaughter, and she is the eldest daughter of the emperor of your dynasty. What do you think?"
Chen Ye smiled and said: "Yucheng is talented and smart, better than ordinary men. Her life-long events will of course depend on her own decision."
Chen Mofan nodded, looked at Chen Yucheng and asked: "Yucheng, what do you think?"
Chen Yucheng said firmly: "I have no intention of having sex, and I am willing to devote my life to the prosperity of our country!"
"It's commendable that you have such a heart, but don't talk too much, maybe one day this girl like you will also fall in love!" Chen Mofan joked.
Chen Yucheng smiled: "Grandpa Huang, please stop making fun of Yu Cheng."
"Hahaha," Chen Mofan laughed and said, "I think this is the end of the martial arts competition. Let's continue playing music and dancing!"
