Chapter 87: On the eve of Wushu!

"From today onwards, our purpose is to defend the Xiao family and not let anyone bully us. Anyone who bullies our Xiao family army, even if they die, we have to beat them." Xiao Chen's voice, like Hong Zhong, knocked fiercely. In everyone's hearts, everyone's blood boils.
"Xiao Jiajun!"
"Xiao Jiajun!"
Everyone couldn't help but uttered a sky-shaking cheer, and their voices waved higher and higher, resounding across the sky.
In the shout, there was endless excitement, that was the emotion that broke out after years of depression and was released.
In their hearts, Xiao Chen was a god-like existence, and they would believe what Xiao Chen said without doubt.
"From today, you will not be under the jurisdiction of any forces. You are only under my orders, Xiao Chen."
"Here will be our practice place from now on, and the things in your hands will be the resources for your next practice." Xiao Chen said.
"Tomorrow is the day when Lianyun City will meet martial arts, but you must cultivate here with peace of mind. Compared with other forces, we are too weak now."
"So you have to work harder, understand?"
"understand!"
"Very good." Xiao Chen continued: "Just wait for the news of the triumphant return of the young master."
"Young Master mighty!"
"Young Master mighty!"
Xiao Chen appointed Xiao Li as the commander of these people, and then handed over some of the martial arts exploded on his body, including eighteen knives, etc., to Xiao Li, and then left the manor alone.
Tomorrow is the day when Lianyun City will martial arts. Two years ago, Xiao Chen was defeated by Wang Kun with a single move. Two years later, Xiao Chen participated in the martial arts again. What the outcome would be, everything is unknown.
And this night, for many people in Lianyun City, is destined to be a night of tension and anticipation.
When the darkness before dawn has just passed, people gradually walked out of the streets of Lianyun City, and more and more people went to the square in the city. Today is the day when Lianyun City will martial arts, that is, all the younger generations. On the days of the contest, if you go late, there will be no good place.
The entire population of Lianyun City is also quite large. As Lianyun City’s younger generation competed in a prosperous age only two years ago, as a prosperous age where the Star Academy recruited disciples once every two years, it was also the most lively prosperous age in Lianyun City.
When the sky was just bright, the vast square in the center of Lianyun City was already crowded with people.
Someone has begun to take the stage one after another on the high platform that provides the three major families and some prominent families.
In the middle of the high platform, there is surprisingly Bai Jiru, the lord of Lianyun City.
Bai Jiru wore a brocade dress with a solemn expression and no anger.
This city lord has a cultivation base of the pinnacle of the Martial Spirit Realm, and is just over forty years old.
Few people in Lianyun City dared to touch his brows.
Beside Bai Jiru, there are two handsome young men. The one on the left is Tian Ming, the young man of the Bai family, and the second young man Bai Song is on the right.
"Brother, it seems that you must do it this time," Bai Song said.
"I have entered the Martial Spirit Realm, and there is no one among the younger generation." Tian Tian said lightly, his face full of arrogance and confidence.
"Then I will congratulate my eldest brother in advance." Bai Song arched his hands.
At this moment, a pair of men and horses came and logged on to the high platform.
"Haha, Bai City Lord, don't come here unharmed!" An old man with a white beard walked up. His eyes were like a torch with a smile on his face, and his face was gentle, but there was an invisible aura spreading between his brows.
"I have seen Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang is really getting more and more energetic!" Bai Jiru got up and smiled at the old man.