In Yangzhou City, on City Avenue there was a huge crowd gathered. The atmosphere was extremely lively and noisy.
“Six people, plus Qiu Lan… there is still one spot left. That’s much too scary. Each and every one of them is extremely strong. I will definitely take the final spot” said a young man in the crowd confidently.
“In your dreams… They already chose the eighth one; it’s Feng Qian. Feng Qian is at the ninth Qi layer. He’s much stronger than anyone else within the clan. A moment ago, he didn’t insist on participating but that’s just that he didn’t feel like it… He has now made his move because he was annoyed that he was not selected sooner. How could you possibly fight against Feng Qian?”
Said the person standing beside him.
“Scary.” Said the young man
When the young man heard the name “Feng Qian”, his face changed in a flash. He felt extremely depressed. It seemed that this time, the Clan head wasn’t going to choose him.
The Na Lan Clan had always organized an annual tournament, however this year, apart from the four biggest clans, and external clans who were not located in Yangzhou City, outstanding disciples belonging to other small clans could also participate. However, these small clans were only allowed to send eight disciples to participate in the tournament.
On the same basis, the clans within the city, the Na Lan Clan, the Gu Clan, the Lin Clan and the Wen Clan were also allowed a maximum of eight disciples. These disciples were supposed to represent the most outstanding disciples of Yangzhou City. This had made participating in the tournament a real honor and privilege which would allow outstanding disciples of all clans to show their abilities to a large number of people.
Unfortunately for some people, the Na Lan Clan as well as the other three big clans had already chosen their participants. Qiu Lan was chosen as one of the participants, because she was extremely strong. At that moment, there were already seven people which meant the clan had to choose one last disciple and this position in the tournament was most likely to be Feng Qian.
Feng Qian was wearing blue robes. He was slim and had an arrogant look on his face.
At that moment, he had arms folded over his chest as he walked out of the crowd and said in a cold and detached way: “That last participant is me.”
When people saw how arrogant he looked, they could not help but be filled with hatred and regret. Some of the younger generation wanted to duel with him and measure themselves against him but considering his strength, they had to be careful. It seemed like they were only going to be able to watch as members of the audience.
Feng Qian looked at the several hundreds of people who were present with a look of disdain.