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Although he had already guessed that the other party had a little affection for him, Sanbao didn't expect this Chun'er girl to be so direct, and threw herself directly into her arms.

Looking at the charming eyes that contained a faint affection, Sambo finally turned around, jumped on a unicorn, and rode away.

"Sanbao, Sanbao, what's wrong with you? You've been restless for the past two days?" A few days later, at the dining table in the bamboo building of the Eight Clans' Mansion, Guo'er waved her jade hand in front of Sanbao and pulled Sanbao back from his distracted state.

"Oh, it's nothing, the Fang family's ancestral election will start in a few days!, I don't know who can become the new king of the north," the white shadow in his mind flashed away, and Sanbao said with a little embarrassment.

"Didn't you say that the Eight Clans were already seventy percent sure that they would become the new royal family, besides, you and I were just ......passers-by after all," Guo'er looked puzzled.

"That being said, if Brother Fang can really win the position of the new Northern King, it will only be good for us, and he will even have a place to borrow it in the future......

After Sanbao finished speaking, Guo'er realized that Sanbao was preparing for a rainy day in the future, if the Luo family wanted to return to Tianlan, if Fang Tietang could become the new king of the north, it would definitely be a powerful help for him.

On this day, in a huge valley hundreds of miles east of Beiyancheng, on dozens of hills of varying heights around the valley, the mountains were almost pitch black within a radius of dozens of kilometers, and they were all human heads.

And in the very center of the valley, there is a high iron platform hundreds of meters high.

The ancestral election of Beiyancheng once every fifty years has begun.

Although for the vast majority of people with the surname Fang in Beiyancheng, the ancestral election has no real relationship with them, this does not prevent this ancestral election activity, which has been passed down for thousands of years, from becoming a festival for all people with the surname Fang.

Human beings are born with the instinct to worship the strong, not to mention that these strong people are also surnamed Fang, and in the belief of the vast majority of people with the surname Fang, they are the same ancestor.

As the first sun gradually rises over the mountain, countless black dots are approaching from all directions in the distance, and the traffic in the entire valley is almost completely paralyzed.

Finally, amid the incessant waiting and shouting of millions of people, an old man in brocade slowly walked out of the high platform in the middle of the valley.

Almost all the people who have a little knowledge in Beiyan City know this old man, it is the current Great Elder Fang Lan of the Northern Yancheng Spiritual Cultivation Hall, although this person's cultivation is average, he is almost the oldest person in the Eight Clans, and he has been the Great Elder of the Spiritual Cultivation Hall for more than fifty years.

In other words, when the Northern King Fang Wushan was not yet the Northern King, he was already the Great Elder of the Spirit Temple.

It can be said that whether it is in Beiyancheng or within the eight clans of the Fang family, Fang Lan is a respected elder, so he is the most suitable as the host of the Fang family's ancestral election.

Fang Lan stood in the center of the high platform, and after looking around one by one, he began to speak up: "Fellow disciples of the Fang family, friends, the new Northern King Ancestor Selection in Northern Yancheng is about to start, first of all, I would like to invite the representatives of the eight clans of the Fang family to take the stage!"

The old man's voice didn't seem to be high, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone within a radius of nearly a hundred miles.

Take the stage, take the stage......

As the old man's words echoed in the valley, eight Lingxuan powerhouses slowly flew out from the eight peaks around the high platform.

"Lingxuan!

"The legendary Lingxuan, the peak powerhouse!"

"The Fang family is invincible, long live the Fang family. ”

The entire valley boiled in an instant, for the vast majority of people, it was the first time in their lives to see a Lingxuan powerhouse, and there were eight Lingxuan at the same time, such a scene, it was almost impossible to see it on other occasions.

"Fang Tietang, you really came back alive!" As the eight people gradually flew towards the high platform, an elegant-looking middle-aged man in white said with a smile.

This person was holding a long black pen with a smile on his face, but his whole body revealed a powerful aura of solitude in heaven and earth.

This person is none other than the descendant of Fang Tianyi, the founder of the Northern Yan Dynasty, and the black pen in his hand is a super divine soldier inherited by Fang Tianyi back then, and later it was also known as Tianyi.

"Brother Tie, welcome back to the Eight Clans, this time the Battle of the Northern Kings is even more interesting," Opposite Fang Wutian was Fang Xiaohuang, the number one master of the Fang Second Clan, and he was also the most favorable competitor of the Northern King within the Eight Clans before Fang Tietang appeared.

His son Xiaobei Wang Fangjian is the biggest favorite for this young ancestor.

"Yes, I'm back!" Fang Tietang looked very low-key, dressed in coarse linen clothes, the cuffs at the broken arm fluttered in the air, if it weren't for his appearance in the air at this moment, representing the Fang Eight Clan, I'm afraid no one would be able to see that this person was a super master second only to Fang Wushan in the Eight Clans of the Fifty Years Ago.

"Eight seats, please"

Fang Lan, who presided over this ancestral election on the high platform, waved his hand to everyone, and the eight of them sat down one by one among the several golden chairs that had been prepared on the high platform.

"Uncle Xie Lan!"

"Uncle Lan, I haven't seen you for many years!"

"Lan Bo, it's polite!"

Including Fang Wushan, the eight masters actually saluted the old man one by one, Fang Lan, as a Lingxuan powerhouse who was more than two hundred and fifty years old, was not only extremely famous in the entire Northern Yan City, but also quite respected by all the clans within the eight clans.

"Next, I invite the representatives of the three kings of the south, east and west to attend!" With Fang Lan's shout, three powerful Lingxuan masters flew out of the air again, they were the strong ones who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the other three kings.

"I've seen the Northern King and the princes of the Eight Clans!"

"Three guests from afar, please take a seat!"

When the three of them flew to Taichung, they inevitably communicated with the kings of the eight clans for a while, and then they were also arranged by Fang Lan into the seats that had already been prepared.

It's just that to everyone's surprise, the most noble seat in the center of the stage is still empty, and even the five days of the North King Fang are only arranged next to it.

Could it be?

Everyone's conjecture had just begun, and Fang Lan's penetrating voice sounded high in the valley again: Next, let's invite the Venerable Ouyang Quan to come to the stage to announce the official start of our Fang family's ancestral election!"

"It's the Golden Crow royal family, and they also sent someone!"

"Didn't you say that the Northern Wangfu was at odds with the royal family?

"Of course we have to do this thing, could it be that the royal family really wants to force our Fang family to rebel?"

As millions of people continued to scan the air, a golden figure slowly flew over from a distance, this person was about sixty years old, dressed in gold, with wide cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a long golden beard on his jaw that made his whole person look extravagant.

This person is Ouyang Quan, the third uncle of Ouyang Zhen, the current lord of the Golden Crow Kingdom, and he is also a Lingxuan powerhouse.

"I've seen the whole prince!"

Including Beiwang, more than ten people on the stage all got up, and then welcomed Ouyang Zhen into the most distinguished seat in the center of the high platform.

After some greetings, Ouyang Quan came to the front of the stage, and said softly in a slightly hoarse voice: "On behalf of the Jinwu royal family, I announce that the ancestor election of the North King of the Fang Family has begun!"

Firecrackers rang out, 10,000 gongs rang out, countless fireworks soared into the sky, and the opening ceremony that had been prepared for a long time officially began with the arrival of all the important people.

After a tedious and necessary ceremony of worshiping the heavens and worshiping the ancestors, Fang Lan came to the stage again and shouted at everyone: "The North King Challenge has officially begun, all my sons and daughters of our family, who have cultivated to reach the spirit mystery, can come to the stage to challenge the position of the North King of the Five Mountains, and they can come up now......"

"Did you come up? Did you come up?"

As Fang Lan greeted in a loud voice, there was silence among the millions of people.

Except for the eight clans of the Fang family, it was too difficult for ordinary Fang family members to reach Lingxuan.

On a dangerous hill to the south of the high platform, Sanbao and Fang Tieyi Fang Juntu and others stood in the wind, looking at the millions of people in front of them, none of them came out, and they also sighed secretly in their hearts.

"Lingxuan, it is indeed a super existence that is not one in a million!"

Just when everyone thought that Fang Lan was just going through the motions, and the Northern King was finally born within the Eight Clans, a bald man suddenly flew out of the black head, and he reached the front of the high platform.

"Fang Tielian challenges the King of the North!"

Hey......

There was a burst of shouting all over the mountains, except for the eight clans of the Fang family, there were too few people from other clans surnamed Fang in Beiyan City who could cultivate to the level of Lingxuan.

"Oh, it turned out to be the Tielian family master of Beidaokou, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I didn't expect you to be promoted to Lingxuan, congratulations, from now on, Beiyancheng will have a place in your Beidaokou......" Fang Lan said the identity of the other party in one mouthful, obviously, he knew the upper forces of the entire Beiyancheng very well.

Before today, the Fang family in Beidaokou could only be regarded as a slightly stronger second-rate force in Beiyan City, and with the promotion of this family master named Fang Tielian to Lingxuan, from then on, his family could be regarded as officially entering the first-class strength.

In fact, the weakest family in the Fang Eight Clan was only one or two junior spirit Xuan.

"Don't dare, Tie Lian was lucky to get the opportunity to challenge the North King today, if you don't come up and give it a try, it's really ashamed of the Tianyi Ancestor, and I hope that the North King's subordinates will be merciful......"

"Well said!" Fang Wushan smiled and nodded, floating lightly in the void.

With the challenge of the first non-Eight Clan Lingxuan, the Battle of the Northern Kings officially began.

According to the ancestral teachings, the contemporary king of the North must accept the challenge of anyone who meets the conditions of the challenge.

Very, in the void in front of the high platform, the North King Fang Wushan and the challenger Fang Tielian stood in the air, and under the convergence of millions of eyes, the two fought in one place.

Under the Spirit Emperor, he almost only saw two figures flying in the air for a moment, and then he heard Fang Tielian's admitting defeat.

"Thank you for the mercy of the Northern King's subordinates, Tie Lian has gained a lot today, and he will definitely come to the door to thank him one day......"

"It's over?"

"What the hell, I don't see anything

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