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Lan Yuan was running out of lifespan. His whole face was covered with wrinkles, and his old eyes were cloudy and blurry.

However, the moment he looked over, Zhou Qing's heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was as if a venomous snake was staring at him, and all the hair on his body instantly stood on end!

Fortunately, Lan Yuan only glanced at him once before his head lowered again. It was unknown if he noticed Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing's expression was calm as he let out a light breath. He looked past Lan Yuan to the two people behind him.

The representative of the Lan family wasn't from the Lan family, but an elite disciple of the Mysterious Sky Sect!

This person carried a long sword on his back, had black hair flowing down his shoulders, and was dressed in snow-white clothes. He seemed like an immortal that had descended from the heavens, exuding an extraordinary aura.

His spiritual power was extremely strong, having already broken through to the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm. He was just a step away from becoming a Mage. He was an expert amongst the Soul Condensation Realm.

The Lan family, which was the last of the four noble families, had invested a lot to protect their position this time.

Looking at this Black Heaven School elite, Zhou Qing's eyes narrowed.

For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with this fellow.

After pausing for a moment, Zhou Qing turned to look at the person next to him, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

Who else could it be other than Lan Ningxia?

It wasn't just Zhou Qing. Many of the spectators had strange expressions on their faces when they saw the former.

Who didn't know that Lan Ning was the Lan family's second son?

As a direct descendant of the Lan family, she possessed countless cultivation resources that caused one to be jealous. Even a mediocre person with a grade one mortal spirit bone would be able to smash it into the Soul Condensation Realm with pills.

But for the past few years, Lan Ningxia's cultivation had been stuck at the peak of the spirit realm …

Scolding him as trash would be praising him!

But why would such trash be sent to participate in the Opening Spirit Realm competition?

Most people didn't understand, but Zhou Qing and some of the other Chosen from the Door of Immortality frowned.

Something was not right!

In this ranking tournament, the Lan Clan would surely be aware of the fact that the ancient monuments were meant for the four great clans. They would definitely invite the elites of the Mysterious Sky Sect to assist them in it.

However, a match at the spirit realm had made Lan Ning realize that the popinjay had no trump cards at all.

Perhaps something unexpected would happen in the Large Competition this time …

At this moment, this thought emerged in the minds of many people.

As the people of the four great families entered the arena, all the forces that were participating in the ranking tournament were gathered there.

Of the four great families, three Patriarchs had arrived at the same time. Their auras were intimidating, and the large arena gradually quietened down.

After the disciples of the four great families parted ways with their elders, they walked into the arena. All eyes in the arena were on them at the same time.

Lan Ning was at the end of the line. He was originally sloppy, but when he sensed everyone's eyes on him, he hurriedly raised his head and strutted forward with a confident smile on his face.

If it wasn't for the fact that those who knew him well understood him, they would truly have had the demeanor of a descendant of a noble family.

Enjoying the treatment that was the focus of thousands of eyes, Lan Ningxia was complacent. He had already made up his mind.

With the treasure his father had bestowed upon him, it was as easy as flipping his hand to make it into the top four of the spirit realm competition. Once he used the power of his most precious treasure, these so-called Heaven's Pride of the Hundred Families would be nothing more than a bunch of trash in front of him.

Under the close attention of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, he was in the limelight as he forcefully defeated his opponents and took first place …

Thinking about what was about to happen, Lan Ningxia became extremely excited.

He would definitely smash their faces when he returned to the clan after taking down the spirit realm competition.

I am also a genius, not a trash!

Twice, Blood Bodhi had been robbed. This had caused Lan Ning's status in the clan to plummet.

Although the clansmen did not dare to say it out loud to their faces, he had heard of the tongue-tied people behind their backs.

Thinking of this, Lan Ningshuai once again thought of that guy called Song Changqing.

It was that damned guy who had stolen the blood of the Lan family from him twice. He had also stolen a Purgatory Pills from him. He had disgraced himself.

"If I meet you again, I'll break your dog legs and cripple your cultivation!"

Lan Ningwen's eyes were filled with hatred as he thought to himself.

Lan Ningxia withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the beautiful female cultivator. He was suddenly overjoyed.

All the female cultivators present were the most outstanding disciples of their respective immortal sects. They had extraordinary grace and grace, and all of them were like fairies that descended from the heavens.

Just as Lan Ning's gaze swept over it, a familiar face suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Lan Ningxia trembled the moment he saw this face.

Song Changqing?! Am I seeing things?]

Currently, the Lan family was hunting for this fellow. How dare he appear in the northern city?

Unconsciously rubbing his eyes, Lan Ningxia once again looked over with rapt attention.

This time he saw it clearly, it was indeed Song Changqing, staring at him and sneering incessantly!

The past came back to him in an instant. Lan Ning couldn't help but cry out.

"Song Changqing!"

The huge arena was extremely quiet, and Lan Ningwen's screams could be heard loud and clear.

The next moment, hundreds of thousands of gazes fell on him in unison.

The elite member of the Mystic Heaven Sect who had been assisting the Lan family also stopped in his tracks. As he turned around, a ruthless killing intent flashed across his eyes.

"Second Young Master Lan, how have you been?"

Zhou Qing pursed his lips into a sneer.

He had never intended to hide it from the start, but since Lan Ningxia had already seen it, he decided to greet him.

"Don't come near me!"

The latter's face instantly turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously retreated a few steps. Her expression was as though she had seen a ghost.

"Song Changqing... Why does this name sound so familiar? "

Some of the Immortal Chosen looked suspiciously at Zhou Qing.

"I remember now, the Berserk Demon Song Changqing is him!"

"Three months ago, he even stole the Lan family's Blood Bodhi!"

Someone screamed.

The moment he said this, the entire audience went into an uproar.

Countless gazes of astonishment were instantly directed at Zhou Qing!

Three months ago, the matter of the Lan family's Xue Buti being robbed had been a hot topic. The culprit was Song Changqing, a Soul Condensation cultivator.

However, ever since that incident had occurred, Song Changqing seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Some people speculated that he had long been buried in the belly of the demon. Others believed that he had hidden himself in order to escape the pursuit of the Lan family.

However, no one had expected that this fellow would actually dare to appear in front of the Lan Family Patriarch at the site of the Ranking Tournament!

The boldness of this man was not enough to describe his arrogance!

The hundreds of thousands of spectators, who had been intimidated by the Mage experts, could no longer hold their cool. They all started whispering to each other, and the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the hall began to boil.

Boom!

A monstrous and terrifying aura suddenly exploded, as if an enormous mountain was pressing down on them.

In the arena, the faces of the weaker cultivators instantly turned red. Even breathing was a little difficult. The participating geniuses felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire as their spiritual energy circulation stagnated.

Only Zhou Qing stood there, tall and straight, not affected at all.

"Song Changqing!"

The roar was like rolling thunder that exploded in the arena.

Lan Yuanzhi's hair stood on end as he glared hatefully at Zhou Qing, wanting nothing more than to swallow him whole.

He was a top-notch Spirit Realm expert, and his cultivation was not much weaker than the "Half-step Spirit Master" Hai Zun Tian of the Wan An Merchant Guild. Unfortunately, his lifespan was coming to an end, but if he used Blood Bodhi for ten years, he would have a great chance of breaking through to the Real Realm.

Once one reached the Zhenren Realm, they would become the pinnacle of the entire Profound Heaven Continent. Their lifespan could reach up to three hundred years, and the status of the Lan family could rise up along with it.

However, all the beautiful fantasies had been shattered by the younger generation, Song Changqing!

The Lan family's Xue Buti had been snatched away by this man twice. The last trace of hope for Lan Yuan was gone as well!

He had lived for over a hundred years, and he had trained for over ninety years.

A bone-piercing hatred!

Today, he would definitely behead Song Changqing!

Boom.

The air vibrated as surging mana poured out from Lan Yuan's body, instantly helping the air to condense into a massive mana palm that was dozens of feet high.

Under the frightened gazes of countless people, the giant mana palm tore through the air and struck towards Zhou Qing!

Just a moment ago, it was as if Zhou Qing's body was stuck in a quagmire, but very quickly, the lifestone spirit bone on his forehead shook, and the pressure on his body suddenly dissipated.

His face was expressionless as he quietly watched the giant mana palm coming at him. However, he did not dodge or evade.

"I haven't seen you in a long time. Why is Brother Lan still so irritable?"

Just as the huge mana palm was about to grab onto Zhou Qing, another cold snort sounded out.

Bang.

The air trembled, and in front of Zhou Qing, an enormous golden monument phantom quickly formed. As the golden light soared, it collided with the giant mana palm!

The violent ripples of Fa Li had yet to dissipate, but they had completely vanished into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

The faces of the remaining hundred or so Mage experts changed slightly as they stared at Su Mu.

This guy was getting stronger and stronger!

Su Mu stood up. A faint smile hung on his face as he looked at Lan Yuan. With a cold look in his eyes, he said, "The competition has not started yet. Why don't we save our strength and see you in the arena."

"Su Mu!" This is a matter of my Lan family, it has nothing to do with you.

Lan Yuan widened his bloodshot eyes as he glared at Su Mu.

"Attacking a guest elder of my ancient monument in front of my sect master, you still want me to stay my hand …"

Su Mu sneered. With a sarcastic tone, he said, "Old bastard from the Lan family, I think you're getting more and more confused the more you live!"

In the arena, Zhou Qing raised his eyebrows.

This old man Su Mu had actually given him the identity of a guest elder. It was obvious that he wanted to make use of this opportunity to tie him to the ancient monument.

However, right now, the Lan Clan still needed to rely on the ancient monuments to resolve their troubles. As a guest elder, he had no choice but to accept the title.

Su Mu's taunting made Lan Yuan tremble. The aura around his body became even more violent.

"This boy has repeatedly challenged the Lan family's bottom line. Not to mention the guest elders, even if you are Su Mu's illegitimate child, this old man will kill you today!"

With a loud shout, the giant mana palm condensed again. However, before it could hit the target, it was shattered by Su Mu's finger.

"All I did was take a Blood Bodhi from your Lan family. Why do you say that twice or thrice?"

Su Mu shouted in a low voice.

Lan Yuan's expression changed drastically. He wanted to say something but hesitated.

Even though he knew that the one who stole the Blood Bodhisattva in the Ghost Cave was Song Changqing, he didn't dare to announce it to the world.

There were hundreds of thousands of people here, and all the clans of the Celestial Sect were gathered here. The Lan Clan could not afford to lose this much face!

"When we were in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, the one who kidnapped this young master and stole Blood Bodhi was also this boy!"

Suddenly, Lan Ningzhi's angry shout rang.

Lan Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head to look at Lan Ningwen.

Seeing his father looking at him, Lan Ningxia felt more confident than ever. Staring fearlessly at Zhou Qing, he called out again.

"That's right, when the Ten Thousand Devil Cave was in an uproar, this bastard even carried away the ancient Bodhi tree!"

The veins on Lan Yuan's forehead were popping. At this moment, he wanted to kill this unfilial son on the spot with a slap.