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Chapter 471: The Restoration of the Prince


The martial arts conference will be held in half a month.

During this half month, Weiyuan has been turbulent and turbulent.

The momentum is so severe that even the superficial peace cannot be maintained.

On the eve of the martial arts conference, this This kind of tranquility was almost completely torn apart, but fortunately the situation was still under control.

As soon as the sky lit up, the martial arts people who filled the streets picked up their weapons and headed outside Weiyuan City, where there was a huge arena built by several sects.

When Changli arrived, there was already a sea of ​​people outside Weiyuan City.

Countless people from all walks of life almost surrounded the entire arena.

Changli did not force himself to squeeze in, but randomly picked a highway station and got on.

Of course, such trees are also occupied by people.

The tree that Changli picked happened to be standing on the tree that Changli picked was a smiling young man in white robe.

When Changli stood up, the young man looked at Changli with surprise.

He stepped forward with a smile and bowed his hands, intending to ask Chang Li for information, but he didn't expect Chang Li to easily kick the young man off the tree.

Of course, the force of the kick was not heavy.

The young man was still a little angry when he landed, but after catching a glimpse of Chang Li's eyes, he put the anger away and mumbled again, picking a slightly shorter tree and standing on it.

The innermost circle of the arena is occupied by those famous sects.

Of course, the famous sects among them are not just decent people, but also many evil people.

This group of evil people are not as ragged as the world thinks, but they are well-dressed, like gentlemen, but their bodies are full of violence, which makes people feel frightened at the sight of them.

Changli looked around the arena and saw many familiar faces, including not only Ye Qianyan and others, but also people he had met in the past three years.

Of course, Changli often changed his appearance, but this group of people Didn't recognize him either.

However, the moment one of the sharp-eyed people saw Chang Li, his eyes darkened, and then he quietly jumped onto the tree where Chang Li was standing, and said with a smile: "Senior, you are here too.

"This is Li Siqing.

Chang Li glanced at him, and then caught Li Siqing off guard, he touched his acupuncture points, and then took off Li Siqing's hairpin with a gentle gesture.

The sandalwood hairpin was purple and black, shiny, and he weighed it in his hand.

I can feel the heavy weight.

Chang Li casually crushed the hairpin, and then a thin piece of silk fell into his hands.

On the silk, some inside information about the conference was written down in fine and dense characters.

Chang Li read it at a glance.

As I walked along, not surprisingly, I saw many familiar names on it.

After the frivolous silk Juan was visited, Changli casually put it back on Li Siqing, and then kicked Li Siqing down the tree.

While kicking, Li Siqing's acupuncture points were also released, so Li Siqing turned over and easily It landed lightly on the ground.

He patted his chest exaggeratedly and said as if complaining: "Senior, you are too rude."

Chang Li glanced at him coldly, and the meaning in his gaze made Li Siqing shut up instantly.

He shook his head helplessly, and quickly disappeared under the tree like a rabbit chased by a dog.

On another slightly shorter tree, the young man in white looked at the fine sawdust falling from the tree with an unchanging expression.

The smile on his face became gentler, and he murmured: "Tsk, I really caught an interesting fish."

Hearing these words, Chang Li's eyes flashed slightly.

All the movements within a radius of several miles could not escape his ears, and the young man's seemingly gentle voice naturally fell into his ears.

He probably couldn't imagine how sensitive Changli's senses were at this time.

Of course, limited by the laws of heaven and earth, Changli could not achieve this level in the past, but perhaps because the opportunity to leave had arrived, the surrounding body...

The law was so disordered that a little ability was restored.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

The mantis stalked the cicada, and the oriole followed.

In this world, who is the oriole and who is a human depends on his own ability.

The competition in the arena was in full swing, with many young talents taking the stage one after another.

The youthful spirit and enthusiasm made many old people in the arena feel comforted.

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This is the foundation of inheritance.

However, although the young talents are vigorous and vigorous, after all, their skills and experience are a little shallow.

In the end, the people left in the ring are mostly seniors who have been in the world for many years, and there are even some who are sent to the world.

Of course, the leaders of the major sects who really control the direction of the world have no end.

They assign their proud disciples to compete on the stage.

Although these disciples are less experienced, the martial arts trained by these people are no different.

Where to go, the contrast between the new and the old made all the heroes in the world cheer.

Chang Li stood on the tree and looked at this scene with distant eyes.

It was nothing to worry about because it was innate.

Although these people's martial arts were good, they were not enough to impress him.

In this low-martial world, there are really not many people who can catch his eye.

The person who came on stage at the next moment became Zhong Qiyu, and Chang Li's scattered mind finally became more focused.

The diligent study and training in the past few years have indeed made Zhong Qiyu's martial arts better.

His opponent had the same look at the beginning.

The sinister old man turned into Mu Jinglin the next moment.

Compared to Zhong Qiyu, who still looked gentle and distant, Mu Jinglin had changed drastically.

His stern face became more gloomy, and his eyes were full of hostility.

The two men stood opposite each other on the ring, giving those who were familiar with them in the past a feeling of being in a different world.

Mu Jinglin's father, the old owner of Badao Villa, stroked his long beard, and then sighed sadly.

After all, his son had taken the wrong path.

The old owner of Xuanjian Villa next to him also sighed: "It's easy to break when you are too strong, brother Mu, this kid Jinglin still needs a lot of experience."

The old owner of Ba Dao Villa nodded, the worry in his eyes only made him even more worried. .

A few years ago, there were two people standing together.

One of them had the same true intention and even better martial arts skills.

The other suddenly became violent and lost his mood.

This stark contrast meant that the person left behind would definitely feel more uncomfortable.

But his mind was already in chaos, and it would not be so easy to win again.

Sure enough, Mu Jinglin fell to Zhong Qiyu's sword in the end.

When being carried off the ring by the disciples of Ba Dao Villa, Mu Jinglin laughed suddenly, and said in a shrill voice, are you still going to take that road?

In addition to the inheritance of Ba Dao in Ba Dao Villa, But there is another inheritance Zhong Qiyu felt sorry for his friend who was gradually becoming a stranger, but he still had to brace himself to deal with the next opponent, and his next opponent was Duanmu Lingxi.

Duanmu Lingxi, who was supposed to be famous as an exquisite fairy in the world, was like a piece of jade covered with dust, dim and silent.

He and she were defeated by Zhong Qiyu's sword without having to deal with many moves.

While standing in the crowded crowd, Duanmu Lingxi looked at the only remaining companion around him, and tears of regret kept flowing in his heart.

Some time ago, she went back to the Shangshu Mansion in Beijing to take a look, but got the news that the third lady of the Shangshu Mansion had died of a sudden illness three years ago.

With nowhere to go and no one to rely on, Duanmu Lingxi could only swallow this bitter pill secretly, and then grabbed the man next to him even more nervously

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