The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Chapter 1547: The arrogant king (1)

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However, looking at the light emitted by the bell, Li Zupeng showed a disappointed look.

"It's not the son of fortune, it's just the medicine of Fenghua Liusha. Hmph, but it's good, at least I can do business with the doctor of heaven."

"And I found Yaoyin on the first day I came to the Azure Realm, and maybe I will find the Son of Destiny soon!"

Li Zupeng grabbed Liu Ruoxuan and left quickly.

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On the second day, the most important event of the Qionglin Club, the Grand Competition of the Three Courts, officially began.

Before the game time came, the entire Taiyi Square was already crowded with people.

During this period of time, whether it was the rumors that the nobles from the Purple Cloud World were coming to the Qionglin Club, or the birth of the Master of Qingyun, all the people in the Blue Cloud World focused their attention on the three major academies.

So this year's Qionglin meeting, there are countless people who came to watch the competition.

Fortunately, Taiyi Square is not an ordinary square, but a virtual magic weapon, so it can accommodate so many people without appearing crowded.

At this time, the entire auditorium was noisy, and everyone was discussing enthusiastically.

"This year's Qionglin meeting is truly unprecedented. People from all sects and families have come to participate."

"Look quickly, that's the master of the Hunyuan Sect, the master of the Silver Feather Palace, my God, and the master of the Jinding Sect. I'm so darling, but they are all the top leaders in the sect."

"What's the matter? If you don't look at the eight great families, the Murong family, the Duan family, the Nalan family, the Lu family, and the Feng family... all of them are the heads of the family!"

"I'm going, it's true! Not only the head of the family, but also the mistresses of the various families are here. This battle is too big, isn't it? What's the virtue and ability of this Qionglin meeting?"

"I heard that it's because a nobleman has come to Ziyun Realm. The top leaders of these aristocratic families and sects all came to accompany that nobleman."

Someone pointed towards a small house at the highest point of Taiyi Square, "Here, the nobleman is in that house."

That small house is very eye-catching from the perspective of the entire Taiyi Square. Even the deans of the three major colleges do not have such special treatment. What's even more amazing is that the guards around the small house, all dressed in the same clothes, are all at the golden core stage or above.

The person who asked the question gasped, "What kind of nobleman is it that there is such a big show, and even the famous and respectable people in our blue world are dispatched?"

"Shh, it is said that they are the royal family of Ziyun Realm, a person who can reach the heavens. The reason why I came to this Qionglin meeting is because I heard about the birth of the Lord of Qingyun, and I came here to select talents."

"But I heard that Ye Dashen, the lord of Qingyun, didn't participate in the competition at all this time."

"Hey, so the chances for other contestants will come? As long as they are selected by the nobles in the Ziyun world and brought back, don't you worry about not having the opportunity to make a fortune?"

In the small house in Taiyi Square, the eleventh prince, Lan Huahong, could not be seen by others, but Lan Huahong could feel the amazed and envious eyes projected from his surroundings.

He pressed his hands on the handles, leaned against the back of the chair, and watched the crowd below condescendingly, with a complacent expression on his face.

That's right, that's how it feels.

It's such a great feeling to be so high above others and step on them like ants.

He will definitely seize this opportunity firmly, and will never let anyone snatch everything from him.

Just after the hour of the hour, the deafening drums resounded throughout Taiyi Square, heralding the official start of the Grand Competition of the Three Academies.