Chapter 2021: Head start

It is worth mentioning that the death of Zi Chen Qijue Empress was still kept in the dark, thinking that her ineffective son did not know where to go to be happy.
Because the monks of the Lianhua tribe rarely go out, they don't have the habit of leaving their natal soul cards. Empress Qijue didn't even know that her son had died.
The news of martial arts competitions was aroused. According to the request of Empress Xuelan, the ring was placed in the square outside Tianxiang Palace.
On the last day of the end of the month, the martial arts contest officially began, organized by many elders of the Lianhua tribe.
The martial arts contest is only for monks of the Lianhua tribe, and the monks must be no more than five thousand years old.
Looking at the entire Lianhua Clan, there are no monks under the age of five thousand in the refining period. The youngest elder of the Lianxu Period in the clan is also tens of thousands of years old, so this martial arts contest is completely a contest between the monks in the transformation period.
A huge arena was placed on the square outside the Tianxiang Palace, and several layers of strong restrictions were placed to prevent the terrain from being destroyed during the battle.
The square is large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
Before dawn, a large number of monks from the Lianhua tribe had already arrived.
Fluttershy and Lan Xian'er also came to the square early.
When the two princesses appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of a large number of young disciples.
Xiaodie wears an emerald green dress, pure and elegant. Lan Xianer is elegant and light makeup, dignified and gentle.
"I have seen a princess!"
The disciples of the Lianhua clan bowed to the two princesses and saluted.
Fluttershy smiled and said, "You don't need to be polite. Today's contest to recruit relatives is related to the life-long happiness of Sister Xian'er. Xiaodie can look forward to everyone's performance."
"Yes, princess."
The elite children of the Lianhua tribe responded.
Many male monks secretly looked at Lan Xian'er, with a hint of fantasy in their hearts.
Lan Xian'er has an excellent appearance and temperament. Looking at the entire ancient spirit world, if you want to find such a beautiful and dreamy goddess, it is estimated that there are few that can be found.
Even many monks in the transformation stage started talking in a low voice.
"Princess Xianer is really approachable!"
"Princess Xian'er is so beautiful, if I could marry such a beautiful wife, I would be willing to live less than ten years!"
"Fuck you, Princess Xian'er is as holy as the Nine Heavens Fairy, and you can get your hands dirty?"
"Hey, I'm afraid that there is no hope for monks of my level. This contest is mostly a battle between monks in the late stage of transformation."
Not long after, Zifeng also arrived.
Zifeng is very energetic and energetic. He is in a particularly good mood today.
In order to leave the best impression on Lan Xian'er, Zifeng even specially created an ancient style exuding style, taking the decadent route, coupled with his melancholy eyes, it looks wild!
As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of countless sisters of the Lianhua tribe.
"Wow, it's Prince Zifeng!"
"The prince is so handsome today!"
"Prince Zifeng will not marry this life!"
"Come on, you don't look in the mirror to see what you look like, nympho..."
"Hey, Prince Zifeng seems to have been admiring Princess Xian'er all the time, so let's take a look."
Numerous pity female nuns talked about it.
Zifeng fixed his eyes on Lan Xian'er in the first row of the stands, strode over, and fisted slightly towards Lan Xian'er, a strange look flashed in his eyes: "I haven't seen you in one month, Miss Xian'er is really more and more beautiful. "
Lan Xian'er shook her head indifferently: "The prince is laughing."
Zifeng showed a wicked smile: "Everything is silent, Miss Xian'er just watch this prince's amazing performance."
After speaking, Zifeng left confidently.
Unexpectedly, it happened to hit Shen Lang who was coming.
Zi Feng's face turned black, and he said contemptuously: "Tsk, isn't this fellow Taoist Shen? Is it possible that you also want to participate in the martial arts contest and recruit relatives?"
Shen Lang didn't want to talk to Zifeng, but when he asked him, he simply sneered and said, "Each each other."
Zi Feng was full of disdain, and sneered: "Father Shen, you just joined my Pity Flower Clan, you may not know that my Pity Flower Clan cultivators are relatively strong. With a heart of compassion, Zimou advises you to be a middle-stage cultivator of God. Don’t come here to engage in this level of competition, lest you suffer unnecessary serious injuries."
"Hehe, I don't have to worry about this. The prince should also be prepared. If you can't take care of yourself because of being beaten, you will be ashamed." Shen Lang sneered.
"you!"
Zi Fengqi's face was green, and he waved away.
He was too lazy to play tricks with Shen Lang, that would only damage his noble status.
Zifeng has decided that if he waits for Shen Lang to play, he promises to teach this Wang Ba Lao an unforgettable lesson!
In order to avoid suspicion, Shen Lang didn't step up to say hello to Xiaodielan Xian'er, and found a seat at the back of the square at will, closed his eyes and rested.
The sun has already risen, and the hundred Lianxu stage elders from the Lianhua tribe outside the square are all present, and a large number of elite disciples of the transformation stage are also present, sitting on their seats in an orderly manner.
Not long after, the square was already surrounded by a sea of ​​people, with hundreds of thousands of people gathered.
The hundreds of mahogany chairs in the front seated the elders and elders of the clan.
This martial arts contest recruiting relatives was very grand.
It was the only event in the Lianhua clan since the last attack by the evil insects.
It is the great elder of the Lianxu Lianxu that presides over the contest.
The elder's name is Jianglong, who is the most important cronies of Empress Xuelan. He looks like middle-aged, calm and old.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the great elder Jianglong stepped onto the ring and said loudly: "Today's martial arts contest is specially set by Princess Xian'er in order to select the wishful Langjun. All the young Toshihiko of the Lianhua tribe can take the stage to compete. In the end, he won. The person is the Lianhua Clan’s consort, and he can also receive a blockbuster gift from Empress Xuelan!"
The figure of the Empress Qijue appeared in the distant sky, standing on the void with her hand held down, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Huh, that Xuelan is still aware of current affairs."
"Emperor Xuelan's Eucharist is ill and can't come to show up in person, so the elder abbot. The rules of the ring battle are as follows..."
After the elder said the rules, Lan Xian'er also stepped onto the ring and said something.
"Xian'er has been a martial artist since she was a child, and she only wanted to marry a strong monk, so she wanted to use martial arts to recruit her to choose her favorite male cultivator. Fair competition, I hope you can do your best."
Lan Xian'er bowed slightly and bowed to the monks in the audience like Xiaojiabiyu.
As soon as the voice fell, the audience began to shout.
The Grand Elder announced the official start of the ring battle.
Zifeng was the first to fly out of the crowd, with extraordinary aura, still performing a gymnast-like movement in the air, rotating a 360-degree backflip, and fell handsomely on the ring.
Aroused the cheers of the female sisters.
Seeing that the first to appear was Prince Zifeng, there was a commotion in the audience.
"Let’s tell your family and friends, Zi has always been in love with Princess Xian'er. I will fight for the first time in this martial arts contest. If you have your favorite Princess Xian'er among your peers, please go to the stage and compete with Zi." The cultivator held his fist, it seemed to be quite generous.