Fang Ling agreed to receive guests from the three factions in order to find out the strength of the three factions in advance. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we fight without danger. Knowing the strength of the other party will also be of great help in formulating a combat strategy for the subsequent competition.
"Senior Fang, without further ado, people from Xuanyuan Sect, Xuantian Sect and Blood Moon Sword Sect are coming. Let's go to the gate of Tianfu to greet them."
"Okay." Fang Ling nodded.
All the students in the welcoming team were brightly dressed and very energetic. They walked in unison and uniformly. They walked out of the reception courtyard and walked quickly towards the gate of Tianfu.
On the way, many people saw Fang Ling, the ninth son of Canglan, and they couldn't help but feel very strange.
"Isn't Fang Ling from the Martial Arts Academy? Why is he responsible for receiving guests?"
"It's strange."
"What's so surprising? The inner courtyard is already in chaos. Li Hanxue can kill Wang Fengyang. What's so surprising about Fang Ling being a receptionist?"
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Not long after, the welcoming team arrived at the square in front of Tianfu Gate.
I saw three teams of people walking towards me, one on the left and one on the left.
"Senior Fang, the one on the left wearing red is from the Blood Moon Sword Sect. The one in the middle wearing the Xingyue robe is from the Xuanyuan Sect, and the one on the right wearing Yunlan Qingyi is from the Xuantian Sect.
"The student introduced Fang Ling.
Fang Ling took a closer look, and sure enough, the left, right, middle and three sects all wore very distinctive clothes, making it easy for people to understand what their sect was at a glance.
Among them, Xuanyuan Sect has the smallest number of people, only fifteen people. One of them, an old man with flowing white hair, is named Yang Ziyun, who is the oldest elder of Xuanyuan Sect. There is a slender young man next to him named Lexi, who is Yang Ziyun's
The proud disciple came to participate in the Eight Sects of Martial Arts Conference this time, just to make Lexi a blockbuster in the conference and make a resounding name.
The Xuantian Sect has the largest number of people, and one of them is headed by a strong middle-aged man with thick beard and hair and a rough and majestic face. He is Ning Yihai, the deputy sect leader of the Xuantian Sect. Behind him is a young man with the same fierce look, Dai Changsheng. This man
This was the first time I participated in the Eight Sects of Martial Arts Conference. Naturally, I came here aiming for the first place. Especially when I heard that a master from the Tianwu Sect would come, it gave Dai Changsheng a boost of heart, and the blood in his body was almost gushing out.
The people of the Blood Moon Sword Sect appear to be relatively feminine. The leader of them is their sect leader Shi Wencai, and the young man wearing a red coat next to him is his true disciple Cui Feixing. Shi Wencai also wants to take advantage of this opportunity.
Let Cui Feixing shine. If he can become a disciple of Tianwuzong and achieve success in the future, it will be the ultimate gospel for the fourth-grade sect. Through the relationship with Tianwuzong, it will be easier to upgrade the sect's grade.
If you just rely on your own efforts, you will need at least five hundred years of savings to advance from the fourth grade to the third grade.
People from the three factions stepped forward one after another.
When the people of Xuanyuan Sect and Blood Moon Sword Sect saw the welcoming team of one hundred people, they all frowned slightly. After all, they were also big bosses in the fourth-grade sect, but no one decent person came out to greet them. This was really surprising.
You look down on people too much.
Although Yang Ziyun and Shi Wencai were a little dissatisfied, they were very well-educated and did not come out to complain.
On the contrary, it was Ning Yihai from Xuantian Sect, whose anger was undisguised and released immediately.
The disciple behind him, Dai Changsheng, was even more so. He stared at the 100 people with anger in his eyes.
"Everyone, please come in." Fang Ling didn't notice everyone's thoughts, and directly pointed the way to everyone without even bending down.
"Thank you." Yang Ziyun and Shi Wencai smiled.
Ning Yihai and Dai Changsheng said nothing and walked forward with cold faces.
As Fang Ling walked, he introduced to everyone the layout and structure of Tianfu and the historical origins of Canlan College.
Ninety-nine students followed behind, and they were filled with admiration when they saw that Fang Ling could maintain a normal expression and talk eloquently in front of these big guys.
Dai Changsheng kept his eyes on Fang Ling and suddenly laughed, "Brother, you gave us a detailed introduction to the various aspects of Canglan Academy. It is indeed very exciting. Canglan Academy is indeed like a fairyland, so beautiful. But I have
I am very curious. The ancients said that people are outstanding, but why in Canglan College, I only saw the spirits of the earth but not the outstanding people? I wonder if you can answer the doubts in my heart."
"This bastard with a rough face looks like a barbarian. I didn't expect his mouth to be so poisonous." Fang Ling immediately heard the dissatisfaction in Dai Changsheng's tone, and said with a smile: "Brother, what do you mean?
?”
Dai Changsheng smiled and said: "I mean, is there no one in your Canglan Academy? You actually sent you to receive us? I just want to know, what is your identity, and what qualifications do you have to welcome us, the three major sects?"
important person?"
The atmosphere immediately became tense, and the ninety-nine students in the reception hall held it in their chests and did not dare to spit it out.
Fang Ling sneered in her heart, but she couldn't openly break up with these people.
"I am not very talented, Cang Lan's ninth son." Fang Ling said with a slight smile.
"The ninth son of Canglan?" Dai Changsheng was stunned. He had heard of the names of the ten sons of Canglan, especially Long Xiao. This person was so talented and had great potential that even Ning Yihai often came up with it.
of wonder.
Canglan's second son Ke Jingfeng, Canglan's third son Zhou Buzheng, and Dai Changsheng are also quite afraid of them.
But Dai Changsheng didn't pay much attention to the fourth, fifth, and sixth sons. At this time, Fang Ling said that he was the ninth son of Canglan, and his tone was very showy.
After hearing this, Dai Changsheng couldn't help laughing, "The Ninth Son of Canglan? Interesting, interesting."
Fang Ling smiled and said, "I wonder if Brother Dai thinks my status is worthy of welcoming you?"
"Deserving of it..." Dai Changsheng's laughter stopped, with a fierce look in his eyes, "Deserving of it... Canglan Ninth Son, what the hell? Get out of here and let the elders and deans of your college
Come!”
Dai Changsheng was so arrogant that Ning Yihai, as his master, did not stop him.
Naturally, Yang Ziyun and Shi Wencai would not look for trouble and start a conflict with Xuantian Sect. This was a battle between Xuantian Sect and Canlan Academy. If they could not participate, they would never participate.
When Fang Ling heard this, his expression immediately darkened. He had always been respected by thousands of people in the inner courtyard, but now he was being yelled at in public, how could he bear it?
"What? I tell you to get out and call your elders! Don't you understand?" Dai Changsheng shouted.
"What should I do? I just said that the people of Xuantian Sect are thorny. I didn't expect that even Senior Fang and the others would dare to scold them. They are too arrogant."
"This is our territory. Senior Fang seems to be in a very difficult situation. Should we invite the elders to come?"
"No need." Fang Ling shouted angrily, and then directed Dai Changsheng with his eyes, "It seems that you are deliberately looking for trouble. As the ninth son of Canglan, I will not tolerate a lunatic like you acting recklessly here."
Dai Changsheng laughed loudly: "So, you are going to fight me?"