The ancient city towers high, surrounded by grand gates, and a rustic aura rushes forth. At this moment, in front of the towering city gates, the crowds surged like ants, creating a lively atmosphere.
The Pegasus stopped far from the ancient city. Long Chen and the others got off the chariot, and countless eyes immediately turned to look at them.
All the young people here were disciples at the Divine Fire Realm. They looked at Long Chen and the others with eyes full of provocation, while also observing them shamelessly, as if trying to find the other's weaknesses.
These were all disciples attending the Jiuzhou Conference, because at this time, spectators were not welcomed and didn't even qualify to enter the city.
However, when these people looked at Long Chen and the others, their eyes were filled with admiration. Many waved at her, but she ignored them, her expression calm.
But it wasn't just Bai Shishi who was popular; Young Master Changchuan was also popular. As soon as he appeared, countless young girls cried out in amazement, their eyes filled with admiration, and the commotion even surpassed that of Bai Shishi.
Young Master Changchuan seemed to have gotten used to it, ignoring those people as well. However, what he attracted was not only the admiring gaze from women, but also the jealous looks from men. Not far away, some men were pointing and teasing at Young Master Changchuan, their eyes full of provocation.
Luo Bing, Luo Ning, Mu Qingyun, and the others saw such a grand scene for the first time and couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous. Everyone here exuded a powerful aura, as powerful as mountains and seas, each one a supreme powerhouse. Here, they felt so insignificant.
Mu Qingyun was the most nervous, holding onto Long Chen's arm the whole time. In front of this city gate filled with prodigies, it seemed only Long Chen could give her a sense of security.
"I told you to hide your sword, but instead of letting you seal it, what are you afraid of? These are all rookies who are tough on the outside but weak inside. If a real fight breaks out, you can sweep through a whole area with a single strike. "Long Chen saw Mu Qingyun nervous, his palms sweating, knowing she had never seen such a big scene before, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Really?" Mu Qingyun could hardly believe it.
"You have too little combat experience and are being fooled by appearances. This is a major taboo for sword cultivators. You have to understand, sword cultivators' intuition is the strongest. You can't do this."
However, bringing you out is definitely the right choice. You need to accumulate more combat experience to boost your confidence. Long Chen said with a smile.
Mu Qingyun, as a sword cultivator, truly feels a bit of a half-baked player. Maybe he's just not a qualified mentor, or maybe Mu Qingyun's dedication to swordsmanship isn't as strong.
Although Mu Qingyun had risen from an ordinary disciple to his current position like a comet, Long Chen always thought of Yue Zifeng. Compared to the two, Mu Qingyun was far behind.
Long Chen looked around and saw that there were tens of millions of disciples here—an enormous number. It truly deserved to be the largest event in Jiuzhou, gathering prodigies and countless experts.
The young disciples here, like Long Chen and the others, were led by veteran experts and were waiting to register here.
"Haha, Lingxiao Academy, ranked number one in Tianwu Prefecture, is actually just this few?" Is he ready to give up completely? While Long Chen and the others were observing the surroundings, a group of people walked over.
Each of these people was tall and impressively powerful, exuding a faint aura of violent energy, which made the two men terrified.
"Is this really starting?" Long Chen was momentarily stunned.
Previously, Bai Shishi's mother had said that Lingxiao Academy was constantly ostracized at the Jiuzhou Conference, and as soon as she arrived, someone came to provoke her.
This group numbered seventy or eighty in total. The leader was a tall, thin elder holding a wooden staff, with a tiger's head carved from the head of the staff roaring toward the sky.
The old man's pupils were also different from ordinary people's, resembling the eyes of a wild beast—fierce and fierce, carrying a bloodthirsty wildness.
Bai Shishi's mother glanced at the old man and calmly uttered one word:
"Get lost."
Simple and direct, rough yet domineering.
The old man wasn't angry either. He gave a sinister smile, glanced at Long Chen and the others, and upon seeing Young Master Changchuan, said, "
There's actually a First Generation?" Or is it from the forbidden zone of life? What? Has Lingxiao Academy fallen so low that it needs outside help to bring honor to itself? After
the old man finished speaking, the disciples behind him wore cold smiles at the corners of their mouths, their eyes full of mockery.
"Old man, you talk a bit too much. Are you trying to make me your enemy?" Young Master Changchuan said coldly.
"No, no, no, who dares to mess with the Life Forbidden Zone? I'm only targeting Lingxiao Academy, not you." The old man chuckled and actually chickened out. He dared to offend Lingxiao Academy, but he didn't dare offend Young Master Changchuan.
Seeing the old man back down, Young Master Changchuan snorted coldly and said no more. The old man then walked up to Bai Shishi and nodded, saying,
"That's right. Your bloodline is pure, and your blood fluctuates violently. Although you haven't awakened the first-generation bloodline yet, it shouldn't be far off. Girl, why not come to the Dark Tiger Alliance to develop your career?"
"Get lost."
Bai Shishi, just like her mother, only uttered one word, too lazy to waste words with this annoying guy.
The old man was not angry at being scolded; instead, he smiled triumphantly. When he came before Long Chen, he looked him up and down, just about to speak.
"Smack!"
Long Chen suddenly slapped Long Chen hard across his old face, producing a thunderous explosion.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
Long Chen's strike was lightning-fast, without any warning. The two were so close that even though the old man's cultivation was supreme, he still hadn't reacted at such close range before Long Chen slapped him hard across the face.
That slap was thunderous, like a bolt from the blue, making Long Chen's palm go numb and burn with pain. The old man's face was so stiff it felt like being struck by steel.
The old man was struck by Long Chen, tumbling several times in midair, several teeth stained with fresh blood falling into the air.
The tremendous noise startled everyone. The city gate, which had been bustling like a boiling pot, suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned to look this way, staring at Long Chen and the old man in shock.
"Why don't you even ask about your Long Sanye's background? Try looking at another one." Let's see if Third Master can knock out your egg yolk. Long Chen pointed at the old man and cursed loudly, rolling up his sleeves as if he was ready to go over and beat him up.
While making gestures, Long Chen exchanged glances with Bai Xiaole and the others, but Bai Xiaole wasn't very bright and didn't understand what Long Chen meant.
Luo Bing, on the other hand, was smarter. Together with Luo Ning and Mu Qingyun, she hurriedly reached out to pull him. Long Chen pretended to break free from them, pointing at the old man and cursing:
"Don't pull me! I've never suffered such a big grievance in all my life. Old man, why don't you try looking at one more?"