C8 The Four Courtyards Competition Begins

The gray-robed elder widened his eyes, a trace of seriousness and seriousness appearing in his eyes as he shouted towards the hundred people from the third generation of Jiang Family.

Hearing this, the surrounding hundred of youths secretly clenched their fists. They vowed that they would definitely obtain the top three spots in their own courtyard. Only in this way would they be able to participate in the Four Courtyard Competition and be able to prepare for the Competition s after four months.

With a frown, the two looked at the old man in the grey robe and revealed a face full of confidence. Jiang Wen pouted his mouth and said to Jiang Tian in a low voice, "Cousin Jiang Tian, I'm afraid that this competition is your own, haha."

He pursed his lips and looked at Jiang Wen, then whispered: "Not necessarily, with Cousin Jiang Ling'er here, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. The most important thing is that bastard Jiang Nan, if he recovers his strength, I will have to use more strength." As Jiang Tian spoke to here, he stroked his chin, his expression grave.

When Jiang Tian mentioned Jiang Nan, Jiang Wen's face slightly changed. His expression was a little ugly, and there was even some hatred on his face as he silently clenched his fists. A month ago, he was defeated by Jiang Nan at full strength at the back of the mountain.

More importantly, it was to enrage Jiang Tian, and to let Jiang Tian deal with Jiang Nan. Only in this way, would Jiang Wen be able to sit back and enjoy the show, and at that time, the title of Jiang Family genius would still fall onto his head.

"That piece of trash, Jiang Nan, is probably hopeless now. Junior brother Jiang Tian, don't worry, just focus on yourself." Jiang Wen said with a smirk. Speaking of Jiang Nan, his tone was still full of ridicule, as if he had never been defeated by Jiang Nan before. He was still as arrogant as before.

Jiang Tian nodded and didn't say anything.

The grey-robed elder shot a glance at the people from the four divisions and said in a clear voice, "In the name of the clan leader, I formally announce that the selection competition of the four divisions is now about to begin. The top three people of the four divisions will leave for the back mountains in the afternoon." Speaking up to here, Jiang Yintian used a bit of Dou Qi, so his voice could spread throughout the entire Jiang Family.

Feeling the strength of the old man's Peak of Martial Master Stage, the four black clothed men all secretly clenched their fists. Right now, they all had Early Period of Martial Master Stage which could open six of their meridians, and there was still one thing that could allow them to enter the Middle Period of Martial Master Stage.

Four of them were Jiang Nan's father, Jiang Chenshan.

"Children, our Northern Court only needs to do our best this year. As for the rest, sigh, there's no need for that." Jiang Chenshan looked at the Northern Court disciples behind him, and sighed with a little dejection.

Hearing this, the twenty over outstanding disciples from the Northern Court all looked at their courtyard master with suspicion. One of them, a youth in black clothing mustered up his courage, clenched his fists and said: "Master, don't worry, Senior Brother Jiang Nan will definitely recover. Our Northern Court will definitely surpass the other three courtyards and become the top scorer."

"Yes, Teacher. I also believe that Senior Brother Jiang Nan will definitely recover his strength. Back then, we would not have been afraid of the other three academies if we did not see senior walking away with his head lowered."

A girl with an ordinary appearance also stood up and shouted. Her clear and melodious voice seeped into everyone's heart. Hearing her words, their fighting spirit was roused.

Jiang Chenshan's eyes brightened slightly. Looking at these disciples, he felt a bit of comfort in his heart. He happily nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay, okay.

"Tsk, who said that no one knows? It's a pity, but Jiang Nan is still trash." Just as Jiang Chenshan finished his sentence, a mocking sneer came from the west.

Jiang Chenshan's face darkened as he looked towards the source of the sound. He saw Jiang Tian standing on the spot with his fists crossed and his mouth curled into a sneer. An impatient sneer appeared on his face.

"Jiang Tian, Jiang Nan will definitely recover his strength. If you push him aside like this, I'm afraid there'll be no result!" Jiang Chenshan suppressed his anger and shouted.

It was impossible for him to argue with a junior.

Hearing Jiang Chenshan's words, Jiang Tian laughed disapprovingly and said, "Fourth Uncle, I really want to wait and see whether my Cousin Jiang Nan will recover his strength or not. Haha."

With that, Jiang Tian turned around and led the disciples of the Southern Courtyard away. Jiang Yanji glanced at Jiang Chenshan with a cold smile on his face. He followed behind his son and left the courtyard.

Jiang Wen, on the other hand, looked at Jiang Chenshan with a complicated expression. Recalling the results from that day, he felt a little confused. Clenching his fist, he sneered and led the people from the West Branch away.

In the end, only the disciples from Northern Court and Jiang Yintian stood inside the courtyard. Old Man Jiang Yintian sighed helplessly; no matter how he did it, he still couldn't control the quarrels in the four courtyards.

"Father, tell me, will Jiang Nan recover?" Jiang Chenshan saw that the people from the three Academies had all left, and also let the disciples from the Northern Court leave. When he returned, he would go back and choose by himself and submit the names of the top three rankings.

When Jiang Yintian heard this, he recalled the battle between Jiang Wen and Zhou Tie a month ago. He firmly said in a deep voice, "Yes, Chenshan. Nan is not someone from the fish pond. Believe your father's words."

The old man looked at the peak of the mountain with a somewhat complicated expression. A hazy cloud covered the entire mountain, causing it to look blurry.

Hearing the old man's words, the last bit of Jiang Chenshan's suspicion was dispelled. He nodded heavily and clenched his fists. The old man looked at Jiang Chenshan, shook his head and left the courtyard, returning to the inner chamber.

The old man agreed to Jiang Moyuan's request and personally instructed Jiang Wen for half a year. In order to make up for Jiang Wu's death, he also did so for Jiang Nan's safety.

Jiang Chenshan looked at the tired figure of the old man as he entered the inner chamber. Jiang Chenshan clenched his fists and said: "Xuan'er, wait for our son. He will definitely make the family behind you tremble. That is the day we meet again."

… ….

"Haaargh!" On the flat ground at the top of the mountain, Jiang Nan clenched his fist and let out an explosive shout. Suddenly, the huge rock around Jiang Nan exploded and turned into dust. There was only the light of battle qi that had yet to disperse.

Jiang Nan clenched his fist and looked at the degree of destruction around him. Jiang Nan was a bit excited, the first form of the Three Transformations of Earth, the Explosive Fist, has finally grasped the profound principles.

"Phew …" It's already been two months and tomorrow will be the day of competition for the clan's four courtyards. As a person of Northern Court, shouldn't I make some contributions? " Jiang Nan rubbed his chin, looked at the back of the mountain, and muttered to himself while looking at Jiang Family that was covered by mist.

"Okay, we'll go and take a look tomorrow." Thinking of this, Jiang Nan patted off the dust on his body and continued to practice the first form of the Three Forms of Earth, the Explosive Fist Technique.

It was impossible to raise his strength without a strong foundation. Although Jiang Nan was powerful when using Nine Yang Fist, it was after all, a fist technique that he had practiced for ten years. There was nothing much to show off in producing a single flame.

However, Explosive Fist was different. He had middle Huang Level Dou Qi. After training in the other two transformations, his strength would definitely increase again. Perhaps challenging someone stronger than him might not be a myth.

It was just that Jiang Nan was not very satisfied with his own cultivation speed, he felt that two days was too long time for him to understand the essence of the Explosive Fist.

However, if the mysterious Old Man Piao Miao knew what Jiang Nan was thinking, he would immediately faint. It took the old man a whole week to learn the first form of the Three Earth Transformations, the Explosive Fist, and its quintessence.

On the second day, the competition for the Jiang Family Four Academies finally began.

Early in the morning, the 4 Courtyards sent the top 3 they had chosen yesterday to the foot of the mountain.

These twelve Jiang Family geniuses were going to compete for victory in the next few days, to see who would obtain the most Spiritual Treasure.