Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 189 Competition
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Hey.

A series of loud and powerful sounds like a big bell instantly drew everyone's attention away from Fang Yang, causing them to look at the main hall of the Qinglian Palace Group in the distance.

At the front of the main hall, stood a figure wearing a dragon robe.

Senwei!

Senwei is extremely beautiful, with her hands behind her back, her beauty is almost unreal.

At this moment, Fang Yang, like everyone else, was watching her silently.

I only heard her whisper: "There are nine main seats and seventy-two side seats in the hall. Because of the formation, everyone must remember to do what they can and don't sit down blindly."

After saying this, a roaring explosion came from the main hall.

In an instant, a layer of green clouds of divine light rippled, faintly in the void, forming a large green lotus light and shadow, sacred and majestic.

"Although the Fang family has declined, a peerless genius like Fang Yang, even if his family background is poor, is still worthy of Xiao Hui."

All of a sudden, the wind was strong and frost and snow were flying.

Just because Fang Yang and Nan Yu are the strongest in the field, both of them are at the third level of advanced realm!

It's a pity that a battle of Xuan Yu divided the high and low.

They finally understood that from now on, Fang Yang would probably be far ahead of them.

They knew Fang Yang best.

"Hmph." Minghai Nanyu snorted coldly and strode forward.

She originally existed on par with Sen Wei.

The old antiques hidden in the dark, such as flowers, birds, fish and insects, the four pavilion elders secretly smacked their lips.

Even Mori Hui, who was hiding in a tall building, was looking forward to it.

"Rumble--"

Now Fang Yang, after his dream journey, he thought quite clearly.

Unexpectedly, just when Minghai Nanyu was about to move, Fang Yang waved his Taoist robe lightly and also strode forward.

However, what shocked everyone was that Fang Yang actually defeated Ming Hai Nan Yu in one fell swoop and became the first young talent to enter the main hall, firmly occupying a main seat!
Fang Xuan, the cousin from behind, looked at this from a distance and said in shock: "Brother, you are so strong."

Finally, their eyes fell on Nan Yu and Fang Yang.

Nowadays, he is inseparable from the surname Mori.

In this case, he might as well raise himself higher to get more price!
Anyway, the world is undecided. Are you and I both dark horses?

The two of them moved at the same time, both showing off traces of Qi, as they clashed with each other.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other.

"Indeed, I think I have passed the mistress level."

"He's become stronger again..." Le Shiyu and Dongfang Xuezhi expressed similar emotions at the same time.

But I never expected that Fang Yang would become so great now.

As for Sen Hui, after seeing Fang Yang show off his power again, the smile on her face never stopped and she was very proud of Fang Yang.

……

After Fang Yang, the nine main seats took their seats one after another.

Senwei, Fang Yang, Minghai Nanyu, Dongfang Moran, Qingmang and so on.

Basically, the leader among his peers has been revealed.

However, it is worth mentioning that Mori Hui did not participate. Chen Ying, also known as Yaodian Shuangjiao, did not come either.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked around and couldn't help but think of the first young dragon tea party held by Senwei.

A lot of people are gone.

The most obvious thing is that Zhang Ye, who was secretly competing with him at the beginning, has fallen behind him.

He heard that Zhang Ye was still trapped in a certain inheritance place. Immediately, Fang Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking:

"It seems that in this battle of Xuanyu, I grew up very quickly. In just a few years, I quickly completed the most basic accumulation."

Of course, this would not be possible without help from all aspects.

For example, the help from the Fang family, or the talent of [seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune].

Of course, the most important thing is his own efforts.

While Fang Yang was thinking, Senwei looked around and said with a smile:
"We all have different cultivation levels. If we compare them based on their strength, it will inevitably be biased. Therefore, in this tea party, let's compete with our writing."

As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful maid came forward and introduced the rules of fighting in detail.

The rules of this literary competition are to compete against everyone's talents and qualifications, that is, their understanding of their respective schools.

Specifically, the nine main seats and the seventy-two side seats use the power of the formation to push the cauldron against each other. If the cauldron stops somewhere, that person will have to leave their seat.

The later you leave your seat, the better the reward you will get!
"Comparing each other's understanding of the genre?" Fang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Senwei without any trace.

Different schools have different characteristics, and it is basically impossible to coexist in parallel.

Basically, everyone practices one school and the other, practicing two major schools.

Now, there are so many cultivators in the field. If you think about it, you will know how many schools there are.

In this way, can this big cauldron really compete with each other in terms of genre attainments?

Even if they could compete, what benefit would it bring to Senwei?
Fang Yang was puzzled.

He always believed that Senwei was a person who got up early and never did useless work, just like him.

"Om-"

While Fang Yang was thinking, Senwei's fingers were like butterflies flying, activating the power of the formation.

After a buzzing sound, a small three-legged pure white cauldron emerged from the void.

Afterwards, Senwei gently pushed it forward, causing it to wander to the seventy-two seats.

Dongfang Xuezhi and others, who were sitting next to the seventy-two seats, immediately began to compete.

During this process, the pure white cauldron gradually became larger and its color also changed.

It either turns into the vermilion color of the Fire Path School, or it turns into the azure color of the Water Path School, it's different...

Gradually, the seventy-two people sitting on the sidelines retreated one after another, leaving only the nine main seats.

And this cauldron has also turned into a four-legged cauldron!
"Fang Yang, go ahead." His green eyes sparkled, and he immediately pushed the cauldron with both hands.

Fang Yang used Tai Chi Push Hands to push the cauldron towards Dongfang Mo Ran.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Moran also pushed the cauldron towards Fang Yang.

Not only that, people like Minghai Nanyu and other nine major leaders did not test Senwei, but they all besieged Fang Yang with a tacit understanding!

"Humph." Fang Yang snorted coldly.

When he did, he stepped forward and his shoulders sank.

A ball of lightning appeared beside him, condensing into the shape of a thunder carp.

Master of Thunder!

He pushed forward the cauldron that transformed into a purple lightning pattern, and the waves were overwhelming.

In an instant, everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

"Master Lei Dao?!" The pupils in Qingmang's eyes suddenly shrank.

Dongfang Moran took a breath of cold air and felt his scalp numb: "How did you grow up so fast?"

"Damn it." Even Minghai Nanyu was so surprised that he cursed secretly and had no choice but to deal with it, but his body could only stumble backwards.

At this age, Fang Yang has already pushed the Lei Dao sect to the master level, which is an exaggeration!
Facing this purple electric cauldron, only Senwei could take it.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked around at the surprised eyes of everyone, and he just smiled faintly.

In fact, he still has a trick up his sleeve!
(End of this chapter)