Tyrant Dragon Emperor

At this moment, the random draw of thousands of disciples has ended, and the first round of martial arts tests has begun.

There are dozens of arenas fighting at the same time, which can be described as dazzling and dizzying.

But this is only for ordinary warriors and ordinary people. After all, with their limited strength, they can watch with relish even this kind of competition with a limited level.

But the same scene fell into the eyes of those powerful geniuses, as well as the suzerains and elders of large and medium-sized forces, and they couldn't bear to look directly at them!

For example, now, Tianluozong and Jinyuanzong disciples glanced at it, and the fights in dozens of arenas were nothing new to them.

Not to mention any merits, for them, watching this level of confrontation is simply a kind of torture!

This kind of confrontation is only equivalent to their level many years ago. For them today, even if they take a few glances, some of them are completely disdainful and contemptuous.

Not to mention Tianluozong and Jinyuanzong, even the disciples of Cangyunzong couldn't stand it.

It has to be said that watching these low-level fighters fight is better than going to a Kabuki performance, at least it can be pleasing to the eye.

In the dozens of fights in front of us, there is really nothing worth admiring.

But considering the Seventh Prince, the representative of the royal family next to him, the high-level officials of these sects and clans had to show a certain degree of "interest"!

"Hehe! Not bad, these young people are really awesome!"

"Hahaha! With these people, the Martial Dao of Canglan Country must be more prosperous!"

"Yes! With these young geniuses as support, why should Canglan Country be unhappy?"

"Hahahaha! You are right...you are right!"

In the spectator seats near the center, several sects and elders of the clan bite the bullet and said a few words that made them almost vomit.

In the end, the Seventh Prince was also a sensible person. Hearing this, not only was he not happy, but he frowned and reprimanded him coldly.

"Hmph! You don't have to say these insincere words for the sake of my king's face!"

Everyone's face changed when they heard the words, and their hearts were dark.

"The Seventh Prince misunderstood!"

"These young people are really good, it's just that their practice is still young and they need to be polished!"

"Hehe, yes, yes!"

Everyone quickly responded in embarrassment.

The Seventh Prince smiled coldly: "It's better not to talk about these flattering nonsense! Do you think this king can't see it? This level of martial arts level makes people feel nauseous, and you still want to applaud? You are so miserable! If the representatives of Lan Nation's top forces are all such sycophants, then the martial arts style of Cang Lan Nation will be worrying!"

Hearing Qi Wangyang's merciless warning, everyone's expressions really changed, and their hearts were terrified!

This time, they no longer tried to hold back their faces, and they all frowned, with deep expressions on their faces.

"The Seventh Prince calm down! I'm the one who was waiting for the abruptness!"

"The Seventh Prince is right! These juniors are indeed not good enough, and their standards need to be improved!"

"Hey! I didn't expect the level of martial arts in these affiliated countries and independent cities to be so far behind our Cangjing area. Seeing this scene is really worrying!"

"To be honest! If things go on like this, although it may not have any impact on Cangjing, it may not be a good thing for the entire Canglan Nation!"

"Not only is it not a good thing, it is even a hidden danger!"

"That's right! Seventh Prince, in my opinion, this situation must be resolved, otherwise the overall martial arts level of Canglan Nation will be lowered or even dragged down!"

"The seventh prince is really worried about the development of martial arts in the Canglan country!"

"The Seventh Prince, give me an order! As long as you say a word, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

The words of the Seventh Prince, like a stone thrown into the water, immediately attracted everyone to express their opinions, all of them were heartbroken and eager to offer advice to the Canglan royal family.

It has to be said that the Seventh Prince really enjoyed hearing these people's statements. He glanced at the crowd lightly, showing a gratified expression.

"Hahaha! These words from everyone are enough! As for how to help, it is not up to this king to decide, and His Majesty the Lord must decide on these matters!"

The Seventh Prince waved his hand and said in a deep voice.

"That's that! But the Seventh Prince was able to see the disadvantages of the martial arts development of the Canglan Kingdom first, and he really has a far-sighted vision, and his contribution is indispensable!"

"If the Seventh Prince hadn't pointed out the problem directly, we wouldn't be able to see it so thoroughly!"

"Others dare not say, but for the Seventh Prince, this old man is sincere and completely admired!"

Everyone flattered, and the seventh prince was in a good mood, nodding repeatedly, showing a satisfied smile.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly happy.

Who said the Seventh Prince doesn't like flattering?

Isn't this very useful?

As the saying goes, if you wear it for thousands of times, you will not wear it for flattery!

This sentence has been fulfilled again!

Sometimes it's not about whether you can flatter, but whether the shooting is good enough, whether it is reasonable enough, and whether the posture of flattering is correct enough.

As long as these points are achieved, the other party will only feel benefited, how could they be disgusted?

Everyone nodded slowly, deeply sympathized, tacitly.

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"Junior Brother Jiang, these affiliated countries and independent cities are also divided into scales and strengths. Some small countries can only recommend less than ten disciples to participate in the conference."

Mu Yun pointed to a few warriors in unique costumes and said, and then turned his gestures and landed on the spectator seats across the square.

Sitting there were several middle-aged warriors in the same costumes, who were naturally representatives of that small country.

And this kind of clothing can't be found anywhere in the whole square, obviously they are the only ones who come here.

"Well, speaking of it, this is also reasonable." Jiang Tian nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

He was born in Qingxuan Country, and he has an extremely deep understanding of the local martial arts level.

In a place like that, Chongyang-level fighters are already top-notch existences, and if someone reaches the level of Xuanyue-level, it is enough to sweep the entire country.

But in the vicinity of Cangjing, Xuanyue realm warriors are like weeds on the side of the road, you can grab a lot of them with your eyes closed, it's not worth mentioning at all.

As for the Chongyang Realm at a lower level, no one cares.

Even the gatekeepers of many large clans may have this kind of strength!

But then again, if there are any geniuses against the sky, they won't be buried.

Even if this kind of country can only recommend two or three people or even only one place, as long as they have enough strength, they can still stand out.

Therefore, truly capable people will not lose the opportunity to show themselves because of the limited number of people.

In contrast, what if those mediocre fighters are allowed to participate in the martial arts conference?

Among other things, the dozens of competitions in front of us are the best examples.