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Seeing that most of the people had lightly shook their heads, the middle-aged man nodded his head and said, "Then let's call it a day. Tomorrow morning, we will invite everyone to the Martial De Palace. We will then head to the martial arts arena together."

Turning to face Nan Rongyan, he nodded his head slightly. That middle-aged man then spoke in a clear voice, "Since that's the case, let's disperse the members of the various clans."

Nan Rong Yan was the first to get up. He clasped his hands at the people from the other families and left. The people from the Nan Rong family also followed him out of the hall.

As he walked past Qingyang, he saw Nan Ronglei look at him with a complicated expression. Nan Ronglei seemed as if he wanted to say something to him, but in the end didn't speak. He simply walked out of the hall with a slight bow.

"Third Prince, what do you mean by his expression? Do you want to remind me of something? " His heart tightened, Qingyang silently pondered what was the meaning of Nanyun Ronglei's actions just now.

"Then let's go back to the residence as well." Dong Fang Yun swept a glance at the Eastern Dragon disciples and said indifferently, before he also left the Hall of Virtue in large strides.

"Qingyang, what are you daydreaming about?" Seeing that Qingyang's sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted as if deep in thought, Lu Xianhan pushed Qingyang lightly and asked: "Let's go, Elder Yun has already left."

With that, Qingyang reacted as well, walking out of the Great Hall of the Virtue with Lu Xianhan and the others.

Watching the elegant figure leaving, Beitang Haifan, who was standing within the hall, let out a soft sigh.

"..."

"Qingyang, do you know the identity of the person you're fighting against?" On the way back, Dongfang Yun was riding on a rare carriage that carried the three of them.

"Eh?" Qingyang was stunned when he heard that, but he really did not know who had the eighth bamboo stick. He curiously asked: "Could it be that Elder Yun knows who number eight is?"

He nodded slightly, but Dongfang Yun seemed to be worried at the moment, "Number eight is the one known as the unparalleled genius of the Nangrong family, Hong Tian."

"Hong Tian? Not someone from the Nan Rong family? " Qingyang was also a bit surprised. He didn't think that this person would also have a different surname from him.

"He's only twelve years old, but he has already entered the Connate realm. Compared to you, Qingyang, he's even better." Dong Fang Yun said with a deep voice.

"A twelve year old innate expert?" Lu Xianhan and Dongfang Ming were also shocked, asking in surprise, "Why haven't I heard of this person before?"

Dong Fang Yun laughed coldly and said, "How can such a frightening talent be easily shown to others? Our Dongfang family has only received the news today. "

After pausing for a moment, Dongfang Yun continued, "However, we don't know much about Hong Tian. We only know that he stepped into the Xiantian realm at the age of eleven, and he has already reached the fifth stage of the Nine Phoenix Arts.

"Nine Phoenix Arts?" Qingyang frowned as he asked. This sounded quite domineering, but he didn't know how powerful it was.

"En, not bad, it should be the same as your cultivation, but the Nine Phoenix Art controls the Mystic Bird's Flames." Dongfang Yun nodded.

When he heard this, Qingyang's eyes lit up with anticipation as he muttered to himself, "Mysterious Bird fire? Interesting, I wonder how you are different from my Grand Sun Primordial Flame? "

Dongfang Ming and Lu Xianhan were worried about Qingyang when they heard the elder's words. After all, Hong Tian had entered the Xiantian realm at the age of eleven. His talent was not far from Qingyang's, and it was even more frightening.

Looking at Dongfang Ming, Qingyang wondered if the Mystic Bird's Fire was stronger than Dongfang Ming's Netherworld Cold Flame.

Dongfang Yun had also explained quite a bit in the carriage, informing Qingyang of all the information the Dongfang family had gathered about this person, so that he could prepare for battle.

However, what puzzled Qingyang was why his luck was so good, and why he was able to meet this peerless genius of the Nanyun Family in the first round.

Was it really a coincidence? Or was someone up to no good? Qingyang couldn't understand what was going on. Even if someone had deliberately arranged it, it had definitely been done by the South Honor Family. After all, the Four Clans had all been prepared personally by the South Honor Family. However, the dragons and phoenixes of the four clans couldn't kill people, so what was the point of this arrangement?

After frowning and pondering for a moment, Qingyang could only put this matter to the back of his mind. After returning to the manor, he began to prepare for his battle with the peerless genius, Hong Tian, in a few days.

After dinner, the Eastern Dragon disciples all went back to their rooms to recuperate, while Lu Xianhan followed behind Qingyang all the way to the other side of the door.

Seeing that Lu Xianhan seemed to be hesitating, Qingyang chuckled and asked: "What's wrong? Miss Lu, why are you looking for me? "

After looking around, Lu Xianhan did not say anything, but his eyes signaled to enter the room for more conversation. Qingyang was not stupid, he naturally knew that Lu Xianhan had something important to talk to him, so he turned to open the door and waited for the two to enter the room before lightly closing the door.

"Can you tell me now?" Smiling at the beautiful young girl standing in the middle of the room, Qingyang asked.

After musing for a moment, Lu Xianhan asked in a low voice, "Qingyang, I saw that your expression was a little unusual in the hall today. What exactly happened?"

"Is that what you want to ask?" Qingyang was speechless. He thought that Lu Xianhan had something to say to him, but who would've thought that he was just asking him what was so strange about the Martial Virtue Hall this morning.

"Mm. You are not a person who would have such a terrified expression. I must have met with something, so I asked." Pausing for a moment, Lu Xianhan added, "But it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient to tell me, as long as it's okay."

Feeling warm in his heart, Qingyang was silent for a moment before saying softly, "It's not a secret, so I can tell you. Today in the Martial Palace, the South Rong family's Supreme Elder has suppressed my mind, which is why I look like that."

"What?!" 'Nan Rong Yan actually attacked you?! ' Could it be because of your relationship with Beitang Haifan? " Lu Xianhan covered his small mouth in surprise.

"Maybe it's because of Brother Hai Fan." Sighing, Qingyang felt somewhat helpless towards this matter. "However, I did not make a move. However, a single glance oppressed my mind."

"This... What realm was this? With just a look, you can suppress the spirits of an innate expert? " When Lu Xianhan heard Qingyang's words, he was already filled with shock. He had never heard of anyone using a single gaze to intimidate another person's mind, and one that was a Xiantian expert's mind at that.

"That's right. And I can feel a faint killing intent from his eyes. I'm afraid this Nan Rong Tian is already in the Sun God or even a Heavenly Immortal." Now, Qingyang thought of the cold eyes that looked down on him like those of an ant and felt some fear in his heart.

"It seems that the South Rong family really can't allow you to have any relationship with the North Tang." A deep worry flashed across Lu Xianhan's pretty face as she knit her brows tightly together. She changed the topic and softly said, "Qingyang, you must distance yourself from that Beitang Haifan. Otherwise, you will suffer an unexpected calamity."

With a bitter smile, Qingyang also nodded: "I'm not afraid of any threat, but my parents are just a village husband. If they were to anger the Nan Rong family, it would definitely implicate them, and the Dongfang family would also be extremely embarrassed."