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"Is he Hong Tian?" Azure Sun's eyebrows shot up as he became interested in this unremarkable youth.

He left his body and carefully felt the young man's cultivation, but he discovered something very strange. He couldn't see through Hong Tian's strength. Just like yesterday at the Martial Palace, there was a layer of mist covering his spiritual sense.

Surprised, Qingyang immediately retracted his spiritual will. After all, this was not a polite thing to do.

"Qingyang, did you just send out your divine sense and discover that you were unable to sense his strength?" Dongfang Yun calmly looked at the cyan sun and whispered.

Although he was astonished, Qingyang still nodded his head and admitted: "That's right, I can't see through your cultivation, just like that Rongyan."

"There are still many unknown secrets in the Nan Rong family." With a soft sigh, Dongfang Yun's next sentence surprised Qingyang: "Not to mention you, even I am unable to see through Hong Tian's cultivation."

"What?!" Even Elder Yun was unable to see through this youth's cultivation!? " Qingyang exclaimed in surprise.

It was still possible for him to not be able to see through them. Perhaps Hong Tian's talent was even greater and his cultivation was higher than his, plus he had some secret techniques to conceal his cultivation. It was reasonable that he could not see through them.

However, if even the Great Elder of the Eastern Dragon Sect could not see through his cultivation, then it would not just be "terrifying". Could it be that this young man was the legendary rebirth?

Even now, Qingyang hadn't asked Dongfang Yun what level he had reached. However, as one of the four great elders of the Eastern Dragon Sect, their cultivation realms probably wouldn't be that far off from Nanyan's.

"It's not that his cultivation is higher than mine, but it should be some secret technique used by the South Honor Family to conceal his aura." Looking at the youth walking beside Nan Rong, Dong Fang Yun said, "Otherwise, how could I, Dong Long, only recently know of the existence of someone as talented as Hong Tian in the Nan Rong family?"

Qingyang's sword-like eyebrows furrowed. He seemed to have heard something different from what Dongfang Yun had said. Didn't the Dongfang family and the NanRong family always have a good relationship? Why did it feel like they were on guard against each other when Dongfang Yun said this?

He faintly felt that the relationship between the two races might not be as harmonious as it appeared on the surface, but Qingyang was smart enough not to ask. After all, this was a matter between the two great clans, and he was only a guest elder of the Dongfang family.

Along the way, the people of the Four Great Clans had arrived at the martial examination grounds of the imperial palace. It was much larger than the one held by the Eastern Dragon Sect.

At a glance, it was clear that they were divided into two different arenas. The wooden tablets standing upright were engraved with the words' dancing spoon 'and' dancing elephant ', and every few steps, there would be a Nangrong guard standing there.

"Next, the first match of the year of dancing and dancing will be No.1 against No.17. You can go to your own martial arts arena." In the middle of the martial arena, the middle-aged man glanced at the dragon and phoenix of the Four Great Clans and said in a clear voice, "Do not worry about damaging every building in the palace. I don't think any of you have managed to break the formation set up by the Supreme Elder."

When everyone heard this, they frowned. This middle-aged man's words were obviously a bit arrogant and seemed to look down on everyone's strength. However, it was not good to say anything about the leaders of other people.

The annual dragon battle between Wu Tuo was just between the two Elementary Scholars from the Nangrong and Western Barbarian Clans. Qingyang couldn't hold his interest and walked to the other side of the martial arts arena with Lu Xianhan and Dongfang Ming.

Most of the people were surrounding the dance years' competition. Naturally, there was a clamor of voices, and all sorts of cheers and cheers could be heard.

"First Prince!" Beat that Crown Prince of the Beitang Clan down! "

"Hmph, a mere Xiantian from the Nan Rong family actually wanted the Crown Prince of the Beitang Empire to personally take action. I can even get rid of him at will."

"Brother Junlong, be careful. I wonder what means the Crown Prince has up his sleeve!"

"Who do you think will win? The battle between the princes of Beitang and Nan Rong, on the other hand, is really something to look forward to. "

"Hehe, whoever wins or loses, it's none of our business, it's best if both sides suffer. "But I heard that this South Rongjun Junlong has been out fighting for a long time. He probably doesn't have many opponents within the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Beitang Haifan, I've heard that he spent his days on the road to sightsee. With his cultivation level, I'm afraid that he might be in trouble if he were to meet the handsome dragon today."

After listening to the various discussions and shouts, Qingyang had a new understanding of the two.

This Beitang Haifan was indeed the same as what he had seen. He was completely engrossed in the world. Perhaps his cultivation was unsatisfactory.

As for Junlong, he had been following the army since he was young. Whether it was in actual combat or in terms of cultivation, he had probably already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Putting away his messy thoughts, Qingyang raised his head and looked at the two young men who were already standing on both sides of the field.

Wearing black clothes, an indescribable smile was contained on his evil handsome face. He was looking at his opponent in such a natural and unrestrained manner.

Dressed in a red robe, his eyes clearly exuded a crazy fighting spirit and an indiscernible trace of disdain.

"Beitang Haifan, I have been waiting for this battle for a long time. I hope you can still laugh like that in the end. " An innate tyrannical heat exuded from Nan Rong Long's body. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, as if he were staring at a prey that was waiting to be slaughtered.

"Oh?" Feeling the waves of heat coming from the other side, his eyebrows slightly raised. Beitang Haifan smiled as he looked at the handsome dragon and indifferently said, "Then I'll laugh for you to see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Beitang Haifan also burst out with a terrifying aura. Compared to the scorching heat emitted by Nan Rong, Beitang Haifan looked solid and heavy, yet also a little feminine. Even though it was a bit strange, everyone felt it was not right.

"As expected of the Black Tortoise Skill." With a soft praise, Lu Xianhan spoke up from the side, "It actually gives off such a solid and heavy feeling."

Black Turtle Art?" Qingyang also knew about Black Turtle, one of the four great beasts of the ancient era. In his previous life, there was a legend that Black Turtle was a spiritual creature formed from a combination of a turtle and a snake. It was known as the "True Martial Emperor" in the north.

As if to confirm Qingyang's words, he formed a seal with one hand, causing the air around him to vibrate. A silver curtain of water slowly rose up in front of Beitang Haifan, and the powerful energy contained within it shocked everyone present.

"Sure enough, the Mystic Bird of the South Rong family is fire, and the Black Turtle of the Beitang family is water. Water and fire are incompatible." Looking at the silver curtain of water, Qingyang was surprised. At the same time, he let out a soft sigh. "I'm afraid Brother Hai Fan's strength isn't as weak as everyone thinks."

After the wave of light, Beitang Haifan could not be seen clearly. As the water rippled, his entire body seemed to be distorted.

On the opposite side, Nan Rong and the handsome dragon were also shocked by this move. Their expressions became serious. The surrounding air was also distorted by the scorching heat, like a mirage.