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Since Qingyang had said this, he must have a plan in his heart. He would no longer have any contact with Beitang Haifan. Lu Xianhan also heaved a sigh of relief.

Qingyang was moved by Lu Xianhan's concern for him. In fact, he knew that Lu Xianhan had some good feelings for him, but he already had Yanran, so he could only pretend to be a fool.

"Thank you for Miss Lu's concern." Qingyang's words of thanks were from the bottom of his heart. Regardless of whether Lu Xianghan loved him or was a friend, he still cared deeply about him. It would not be excessive to thank him.

Her pretty face reddened, but a faint trace of disappointment flashed across Lu Xianhan's eyes. He gently nodded and said, "Since you already have a plan in mind, I will return to my room to rest."

As he watched the devastatingly beautiful woman leave the room, Qingyang heaved a long sigh of relief. Right now, it's best to raise his strength in order to protect the one he loved from being threatened and controlled by others. It wasn't a good feeling.

Ever since Qingyang passed on his legacy, he had also repeatedly studied the information that Taiyi had left in his head every day, as well as the techniques of the "Golden Crow" Brilliance "technique. He discovered that the cultivation technique he cultivated was very different from those of ordinary cultivators.

Normally, a cultivator would accumulate and absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth for their own use. When their cultivation level and the True Qi within their body was sufficient enough, they would be able to break through to the next realm.

The Three-legged Golden Crow was the emperor of the Demon Race. The Demon Race trained in the mind and the body, and since his own three souls and seven souls were all souls of the Golden Crow and had absorbed the Ancestral Voodoo's blood essence, regardless of how strong the primordial spirit body was, it would still be comparable to a Spirit Refinement expert.

But even so, the cultivation requirements of the "Golden Crow's Brilliance" were too harsh, and he was still constrained by the strength of his body. If he tried to forcibly absorb the Grand Sun Primordial Flame to raise his strength, he would be met with the backlash of the "True Fire" and incinerate his body.

"Based on the current situation, I'm afraid that only by reaching the Realm of Great Void with one's physical body will one be able to make Golden Crow Brilliance enter the next Realm." With a sigh, Qingyang helplessly said, "I can't rush it either. It's better to cultivate steadily."

Calming himself down, Qingyang inspected the drop of blood essence within his Dantian and realized that it was a bit small. Even though his physical body had reached the Spirit Refinement realm, it was still only a millionth of his original size.

"I wonder just how strong my body will be after completely absorbing this drop of blood essence." Qingyang was also looking forward to it in his heart. He didn't think any further. He fought for every second to make himself stronger. Breaking away from the threats and control of others was what Qingyang needed to do.

After a night of practice, Qingyang felt that his cultivation had improved by quite a bit. He looked around him with satisfaction at his streamlined body. Although it was not as frightening as the bulging muscles of a strong man, Qingyang understood that his streamlined body was powerful enough to make many Xiantian experts fear him.

"Qingyang, we do not need to fight today. However, we should still watch the battles between the Four Clans' elites." After Lu Xianhan and Dongfang Ming finished their breakfast, Qingyang spoke up as well.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy to be victorious in a hundred battles. Qingyang also understood this principle. Moreover, it was possible that one might gain some comprehension by watching many battles between experts. Even if it did not happen, it was not bad to take someone else's hand.

In any case, it was only right to watch the match. Qingyang naturally nodded his head in agreement. In the eyes of the onlookers, the three of them were as solid as a triangle, so it wasn't strange for them to travel together every day.

"Are any of my Eastern Dragon disciples going to fight today?" Qingyang asked out of curiosity.

"Not today. However, during the year of the dance, Beitang Haifan is present." Glancing at Qingyang, Lu Xianghan, who was standing to the side, replied.

"Oh? Brother Hai Fan, you have a fight today? I wonder who my opponent is. " Qingyang's interest was piqued as well. He had always felt that the evil-looking but good-natured Qingyang youth was a little mysterious.

"Nannan Junlong." Dongfang Ming replied with a heavy tone, but his expression was still as cold as ever.

Qing Yang was startled in his heart. He did not expect such an important performance to occur on the first day. He was slightly surprised as well.

Who are Junlong Nan and Beitang Haifan? One of them was the First Prince of the Southern Champion Kingdom, someone who had a high possibility of inheriting the throne in the future. The other was the Crown Prince of Beitang.

The two countries had already been hostile towards each other for a long time. The first day was a battle between the two country's emperors, and it would definitely attract the attention of the four clans.

"It must have been arranged by the Nan Rong family on purpose?" Qingyang rubbed his nose and said with a frown.

"Yes, it should be the intention of the Nan Rong family. If each one of us is lucky enough to get it, then it would really be the will of heaven. " Lu Xianhan nodded, and replied without denying anything.

Perhaps the most outstanding battle amongst the younger generation of the two countries also indicated the direction of the future of the two countries. No one knew which one would be stronger, and the importance of victory or defeat in the hearts of these two, because they were princes, princes, and representatives of their own families, as well as the future of their country.

"This is interesting. I wonder what is this Beitang Clan's absolute art." After a moment of contemplation, Qingyang said in a low voice, "Let's head to the Martial Virtue Hall now. We mustn't be too late."

The two of them also nodded in agreement. Together with Dongfang Yun and the others, they rode the carriages towards the Martial Virtue Hall.

"Qingyang, you should be going to watch the battle between Beitang Haifan and Junlong?" Dong Fang Yun said as he sat on the carriage.

"Yes, indeed. "I also want to see how domineering the Nan Rong family's absolute arts are." Qingyang nodded with a smile and softly said.

"Mm, it will be beneficial to your battle with Hong Tian in a few days' time." Dongfang Yun nodded slightly and seemed to agree with Qingyang's words.

Ever since the dispute between the two of them that day, Dongfang Yun was no longer as amiable and amiable as before. Qingyang could do nothing about it.

After speaking, Dongfang Yun left the carriage that the three of them were riding on. An hour later, a group of people from the Eastern Dragon Sect came to the Martial Virtue Hall once again.

Although the number of people who arrived today was not as many as the previous day, there were still many people from the Four Clans. The Beitang and Nangrong Clans, in particular, were all standing in the great hall.

But as he sat on the wooden chair, Nan Rongyan didn't open his eyes. He was like a harmonious old man and didn't make any more moves to threaten Qingyang.

"Since the Four Great Clans are almost all here, then let's go to the martial arts arena." The middle-aged man from yesterday was also standing in front of the hall. When he saw that the last of the four clans, the Dongfang Clan, had also arrived, he spoke clearly.

Seeing that Nan Rong Yan nodded, the middle-aged man followed him out of the hall. The rest of the people also followed him out of the hall.

"Qingyang, the child walking beside Junlong is the peerless genius known as the one that only appears once in a thousand years, Hong Tian." At this moment, Dongfang Yun walked up to Qingyang without leaving a trace and softly reminded him.

He followed Dongfang Yun's gaze and saw a handsome youth that was slightly shorter than him walking over to the side of the South Leong Junlong, laughing from time to time.