ominence, and its foundation is not deep enough."Which path, the way of Fire or the way of Wood, do you lean towards" asked Dong A.As a teacher, he naturally knew about Jiang Wang's dual major aspirat...Jiang Wang walked past with a nonchalant expression, casually saying that he was looking forward to it, but he didn't even ask Xia Guo's name.
It's truly a celestial prodigy of a great nation, arrogant to such an extent that it doesn't even regard those people in its eyes.
This made the people of Xia Nation furious, their eyes burning with rage, yet they could only watch helplessly. No matter what, they couldn't possibly start a fight with Jiang Wang on the stands.
Lord Jiang wore a proud expression on his face, but secretly transmitted a voice to Qiao Lin. "Who was that person just now"
Joe Lin is a talkative and gossipy guy. Correspondingly, his sources of information are quite extensive, making him the "hundred-eyed man" of the Qi team.
“This man is the prodigy of the Chu clan, a renowned family from Xia Kingdom. His name is Chu Min.” Joe Lin replied telepathically.
“Oh, I see.” Jiang Wang’s expression was impassive.
I have already secretly decided to focus on watching this pivotal battle.
This is what it means to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum and prioritize them in battle.
This is the deciding factor.
Jiang Wang sat down in an empty seat in the stands. The ten celestial soldiers who came with him spread out and sat around him, forming a circle to guard him in the center.
A group of people were taking up a lot of space, they were very noticeable and arrogant.
Jiang Wang was still not used to this domineering and arrogant state, so he forcefully pulled Qiao Lin over to sit beside him.
The main task is actually to be a "storyteller" and introduce him to various heroes.
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Joe Lin was also very shrewd. He had already gotten today's match list and was carefully explaining it to Jiang Wang, pointing out who not to underestimate and which battles were more important.
Eight martial arts platforms were simultaneously conducting competitions, and the battles on each platform were incredibly exciting. It was impossible to take in everything at once.
Even with Jiang Wang's current perspective, it was difficult to distinguish the strengths at a glance. He could only combine Qiao Lin's explanation and, based on the national forces these participants belonged to, make a rough selection. Then, by observing the situation on the field, he could determine which battles to focus on.
The stalwart soldiers, standing guard near the training grounds with three golden spears thrust into their backs, were none other than the formidable Imperial Guards known as Jing Ba Jia.
Jing Baji's might shook the Central Regions, with the Dou E and Shen Ce armies both under the command of the Jing Kingdom royal family.
Before the main event of the Yellow River Conference, it was the soldiers of the Shen Ce Army who were responsible for maintaining order.
Jiang Wang didn't pay much attention to them, but focused all her attention on the court.
For every battle, he would simulate it with the Dream-Like Technique in his heart, putting himself in both sides of the conflict, rehearsing how he would respond at that moment, and then comparing it to the actions of the talented young prodigies currently clashing.
Let's see whose response is more clever, why the combatants on stage would choose that way, and what this step is paving the way for...
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This is very interesting.
Sometimes his response to the on-stage cultivators was completely different, but after two or three moves they would arrive at the same destination. Sometimes his response was better, sometimes the choices made by the cultivators on stage amazed him very much...
That was truly amazing.
Heroes from all over the world clash here, gathering clouds of heroes, stirring the hearts of spectators.
Some Confucian scholars write with such speed and grace, their ink flowing onto the paper like birds in flight, forming wondrous creatures of all kinds. Their skills are truly extraordinary and elegant.
Those wielding ink control colossal mechanical beasts, charging recklessly, unharmed by blades and swords. They spew fire and gold, their presence awe-inspiring.
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There were soldiers with murderous qi like a dragon's fury, swords drawn like flags covering the field. They charged forward like horses treading across mountain passes, single-handedly pulling people into the atmosphere of war.
A swordsman practices his swordplay, emulating the four seasons. The changing of spring rain and winter snow makes the longing blade in his scabbard tremble incessantly.
Someone unsheathes a dagger, their body like a raging wind. When the wind rises, battle commences; when it subsides, victory or defeat is determined.
This is wonderful!
Jiang Wang stared intently.
Seeing the vast river, knowing its immensity, feeling its power, one can't help but draw one's sword and let out a roar.
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Stepping onto the viewing platform by the river, I gaze upon the changes of past and present, witnessing time flow like a song. I feel the immensity of it all.
To behold heroes of the world, is to be amidst the very tempest!
While Jiang Wang was immersed in the battle on stage.
To the south of the "Six Harmonies Pillars", a line of people walked in.
The first man was a middle-aged man in white, strikingly handsome.
Several elderly men who looked distinguished stood nearby, chatting and laughing with him. They instinctively fell half a step back.
The only woman who walked beside him, veiled in light gauze, her eyes startlingly clean, swept casually from left to right...
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Then she saw Jiang Wang.
You can't help but see it.
The huge circular stands were packed with people.
But no one is as arrogant as this guy.
One person traveled, accompanied by ten guards.
Nine guards surrounded them, one standing close by for protection.
Ten people in total, they actually occupied dozens of seats front and back!
Those guards, each and every one of them, had expressionless faces and wore their menace openly.
In other places, being so arrogant wouldn't be that noticeable.
At the riverside pavilion, amidst a gathering of heroes from all over the world during a time of great upheaval and change.
It is not common to meet such sincere people.
To count them, there are only six peerless heroes from the world's six great powers that can compare. So-called great powers, naturally, have the qualification to dominate the world.
And besides this guy...
The prodigies of the six great powers are not paying attention to this selection competition. Therefore, it seems particularly out of place.
Beneath the veil, she couldn't help but smile.
She had seen this man draw his sword against his enemies, fearless and valiant.
I've seen this person patiently and gently coax their younger sister.
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I have seen this man with white hair, walking down from Mount Baixue alone...
I've seen his downfall, and I've seen his determination.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone like this, so flamboyant and full of "pageantry".
She wasn't fond of those who flaunted their power, but knowing this person wasn't like that, she found this kind of "arrogance" rather refreshing, even a little interesting.
Look at this man! He's surrounded by elite soldiers, occupying the best spot in the stands. He really is eye-catching.
However, if you look closely, you can still see that he is completely focused.
Obviously, the person's mind was entirely focused on the martial arts arena, with little thought given to enjoying this "display of prowess" feeling.
Suddenly, my wrist tightened.
...But it was her father, who was just beside her negotiating cooperation intentions with high-level officials from several small countries, who grasped her hand.
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Lead her to the right side of the stands.
A voice echoed in his ears: “I know you don’t approve of Zhuang Gaoxian’s choice. But let’s be clear about one thing. Zhuang Gaoxian, a man who could kill Han Yin, is not inferior to me in strength. In fact, had he not recklessly challenged the battle back then and suffered serious injuries in Yongguo, his ascension to the throne might have been sooner than mine.”
Ye Lingxiao was chatting and laughing with a few elders while also transmitting a voice to his beloved daughter's ear: "We don't have to be afraid of them. But we don't need to slap them in the face either. We can protect Jiang An'an, but it's best not to do it openly. So...don't look at him."
In this regard, Ye Qingyu is still very obedient.
So she obediently withdrew her gaze and went to watch the martial arts arena.
How spectacular must the battle have been for him to be so engrossed in watching it
As if sensing something, Jiang Wang suddenly "pulled" his gaze from the battle and looked to his right.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up! It's Ye Dao You!
Though Ye Lingxiao, a dashing figure, was standing right beside him, he hadn't identified Ye Qingyu through Ye Lingxiao. Instead, he recognized her at first glance.
Those clear eyes, he was very familiar with them, that veil, he was no stranger to it!
Jiang Wang's heart was filled with joy, and he was just about to get up to greet her when a cold voice suddenly rang out in his ear. "For the sake of protecting your sister from being discovered by the officials of Zhuang Guo, you best stop staring at my daughter."
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The proud son of the Great Qi, Jiang [name], felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as he transmitted back, “Master Ye, you misunderstand. I, I wasn’t staring at…”
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