"Master Zhang!"

Many people present exclaimed, after all, Master Zhang is a very famous mage in Miaojiang and his status is no less than that of the great witch!

After Master Zhang came close to him, he first gave Jiang Beichen a slight salute, and then said, "With me, Zhang Wanlin, I want to see what is so arrogant about your Ge family!"

Zhang Wanlin's eyes swept over like lightning, and Ge Long and Wan Tusheng were both frightened and took a step back.

Master Zhang Wanlin!

Although his reputation is not as good as that of some great witches, he did not dare to underestimate it. After all, the Cao family's corpse-driven technique is known as one of the three secret techniques in western Hunan!

The corpse-driven technique has existed since ancient times. It is said that some mages can control flying corpses with one hundred, and no one can defeat them, and even the army is afraid of them.

It once left a strong mark in the history of Miaojiang!

At this moment, Cao Jianjia's eyes looked like lightning, and she glanced at the two of them and said coldly.

"My Cao family today supports Mr. Jiang for the position of the Witch King!"

"My Shi family also joined forces with Mr. Jiang to help Mr. Jiang compete for the Witch King!"

And another team of people arrived, and it was the Shi family led by Shi Yun. There were more than a dozen middle-aged people with aura behind Shi Yun.

It is actually all about internal strength and above cultivation!

There is also an old man with a high temple bulge, which is Wu Bo, the master of pneumatic movement!

Everyone looked at each other. The Shi family moved all their hometowns here!

There was a murderous atmosphere at the scene.

Ge Long and Wan Hongtu looked extremely ugly, and Cao Shi's two families announced that they would support Jiang Beichen.

This kid got the support of two surnames at once!

"The surname is Jiang, you..."

"Rareless! You can call Mr. Jiang's surname?" Master Zhang widened his eyes and made a move. Three golden flying corpses behind him immediately stood up.

Wan Hongtu took several steps back, his face turned blue and white, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Hmph! What's so amazing? I'll see what you know at the Mountain God Conference later!"

Ge Long hurriedly pulled Wan Hongtu into the Gu Temple in shame.

"Mr. Jiang, let's go in too!" Cao Jianjia suddenly spoke.

Jiang Beichen nodded and walked towards the temple with Cao Shi and his family.

There were not many people in the temple, because there were no sacrificial activities, Jin Chan did not respond, which made Jiang Beichen breathe a little relieved.

The Mountain God Conference must be compared to fighting martial arts and witchcraft, so it will naturally be held in a wide area.

After everyone passed through the temple, they came to a vast open space, which contained an ancient building.

Jiang Beichen was slightly surprised. This building may have been around for thousands of years, and it looks like a fortress, just like an ancient Colosseum.

Although it seems that it has been repaired many times, the ancient aura has remained.

"This is the ancient martial arts field! In the past era, if there were disputes between various tribes, the Witch King would ask them to come here to fight and resolve the problem. From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many dead souls died in this ancient martial arts field!" Cao Jianjia said with her lips pursed.

"Go in and take a look!" Jiang Beichen nodded and led everyone into the entrance.

When we came to the ancient martial arts field, there were red walls in all directions.

Various ancient totems are carved on the wall, with flowers, birds, fish and insects on one side, while the other side is some pictures of the sun and moon.

On one side is the witchcraft totem, on the other side is the witchcraft totem!

Ancient aura came to my face.

At this moment, many people have come to the ancient martial arts arena.

Ordinary Miao people are naturally not qualified to come in.

Those who can come to the ancient martial arts field to watch the battle are all core members of the upper four surnames, leaders of small tribes, priests and guardians.

"Beichen!"

The Tang family had arrived. Tang Zhiruo waved her hands excitedly in the crowd, but was pulled tightly by Tang Yan.

Jiang Beichen smiled and nodded at Tang Zhiruo, and then looked at the old man in Jinyi next to him.

Tang Zhentian obviously had not fully recovered, his face was a little pale. When he saw Jiang Beichen, he snorted and turned his face away.

He had no good impression of this married man who provoked his daughter.

On the other hand, the people from the Ge family had already arrived. An old man in a black robe and a gloomy face sat on the Taishi chair with a golden sword, looking like he was not changing his color without changing his color.

"Dad!" Ge Long hurriedly ran towards the old man. "Dad! It's that kid, he snatched Zhiruo from me, you want to avenge me!"

Gekui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Jiang Beichen. His mouth was raised, and there was contempt and disdain in his eyes.

Too young!

Young Master?

In front of these old seniors, there is nothing to do!

"No prospect!" Gekui scolded his son, "It's just a woman, I'm worthy of revenge for you? When my father becomes the witch king, these women in Miaojiang are still your playthings? Our Ge family is not interested in a woman who has been used by others!"

"Goqui, what do you mean?"

When Tang Zhentian heard this, he suddenly stood up: "You actually insulted my daughter?"

"Haha, Lao Tang, who doesn't know the little thing about your daughter and that kid?" Gekui couldn't help but curl his lips.

"If you want me to tell me, your daughter is just ungrateful. My son of Gokui is not as good as that foreign boy?"

"And if you and I marry each other, today will be a win-win situation. You can't see clearly. Sooner or later, you will regret it!" Gokui said with a sneer.

"You!" Tang Zhentian's face turned red with anger.

But what Gokui said was right. If this foreign boy hadn't been a thrust into it, the two families would have joined forces, and the position of the Witch King would probably be theirs.

But now, the good situation has been lost.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhentian became even more resentful to Jiang Beichen and couldn't help but glar at him fiercely.

"Hmph! What's so great about your Ge family? That stupid guy, like a big stupid bear, thought I would like to take a look at him?" Tang Zhiruo shouted disdainfully.

"When Beichen becomes the Witch King, you will all kneel down and kowtow to him!" Tang Zhiruo said loudly.

"Tang Yat-tung, don't say it too early!" Ge Kui couldn't help laughing sinisterly, "To be honest, this kind of scene is really not enough today!"

"Lao Wan, since you have arrived, let's show up!" At this time, Gokui couldn't help but shout.

As soon as the words finished, a sound of breaking through the air came.

An old man came to the ancient martial arts field at some point and flew directly towards a high platform in the field.

That is the altar used for martial arts competition!

Boom!

When the old man fell down, the entire altar trembled, and the clouds and mist disappeared instantly above the ancient martial arts field within a radius of ten miles.

Everyone looked at each other, but it was just a scene. The momentum was too scary!

The old man was wearing a red Tang suit and his face was full of red. Although he was over 60 years old, his skin color was like a baby, tender and white.

Everyone was staring at him. Is this person rejuvenated?

Needless to ask, this person is naturally the number one person in Lingnan, ten thousand masters!

"Grandpa, you're here. When I came to Cao's family to propose marriage, I was disturbed by this kid. This kid even humiliated me in public! You want to seek justice for me!" Wan Tusheng shouted in grievance in public.

"How dare you bully my grandson?" Wan Zun raised his eyebrows high, looked at Jiang Beichen with sharp eyes, and shouted with glaring eyes, "Boy, knelt down and apologized to my grandson immediately. I will spare you today!"

Jiang Beichen raised his sword eyebrows in an instant.

This old guy actually came up and asked him to kowtow to his grandson?

A little arrogant!

"Old Wan! You'll be past!" At this time, Zhang Wanlin immediately stood up and frowned and said, "Mr. Jiang is the high priest of our Cao family. How can you be so rude!"

"The Grand Priest?"
Chapter completed!