Chenshi.

The southern city of the imperial capital, the Tianwu Hall of the Ye Clan.

Sixteen high platforms form a circle and enclose the sword platform.

Meaning, the sky is round and the place is round.

This is the competition ground of the Ye clan's ten-year clan conference, covering an area of ten miles, in the territory of the Tianfeng Empire, unparalleled in the world.

At this time, the sixteen high platforms were already full of people.

These people, both old and young, are all descendants of the Ye clan from the five states of the Tianfeng Empire, and they gather here today for only one purpose, that is, to maintain the ethnic status of the Ye clan.

"Are you all here?"

On the high platform seat due north, Ye Yan glanced around and said in a deep voice: "What time is it?" ”

"The end of the hour." The old man beside him responded.

At this moment, a loud voice pierced the sky above the Tianwu Hall.

Men, women, and children on the sixteen high platforms raised their heads together, and where their eyes converged, stood an old man with gray hair.

The old man stepped on the flying sword, and his face was calm.

I only heard someone shouting: "It's the ancestor of the Ye clan, Ye Jinghong!" ”

Before this sound fell, the people on the sixteen high platforms, including the Ye clan descendants on the high platform in the north, all got up and bowed and shouted to the white-haired old man directly above the sword platform.

Three generations of ancestors of the Ye family, Ye Jinghong.

In that year, he created a sword, one person on the border of Beizhou, repelled 300,000 elite iron horsemen of the Panlong Empire, and guarded Tianfeng for a hundred years.

Ye Jinghong's status is undoubtedly a god in the minds of the Ye people.

"You don't need to be polite." In the sky above the sword platform, a clear voice came down.

Surrounded by flying swords, Ye Jinghong landed on the sword platform, facing Ye Yan on the high platform due north, and said slowly: "Ye Yan, the time is coming, you can announce the process of the clan conference." ”

"Yes!" Ye Yan quickly clenched his fists and jumped in shape.

A spiritual aura was born in the air under his feet, and he flew towards the high platform of the sword.

He fell in front of Ye Jinghong, solemnly clenched his fists, and then stepped into the center of the sword platform, and his gaze quickly swept over the Ye ethnic group on the remaining fifteen high platforms.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yan announced: "Once every ten years, the Ye clan conference will be opened. ”

"Now, it's up to me, the patriarch of the Ye clan, to announce the rules of the clan assembly, as well as the rewards that the young juniors of the Ye clan who finally stand on this sword platform can receive!"

The voice fell, and the descendants of the Ye clan on the sixteen high platforms quickly moved their eyes from Ye Jinghong to Ye Yan.

"The Ye clan is based on martial arts, and the clan conference is based on martial arts, and the participants in the conference are all seventeen to twenty-year-old Ye clan juniors in the Tianfeng Empire."

"Sixty-four people will be selected by the conference, and they will be ranked by lottery for four days, and the winner who finally stands in the center of the competition platform will be able to obtain the right to be the candidate for the next patriarch of the Ye clan......"

Announcing this, Ye Yan's face sank slightly.

Under the blazing gaze of everyone, he glanced at Ye Jinghong in front of him, and suddenly said loudly: "Not only that, but the winner of this clan conference can also obtain the inheritance of the Ye clan's ancestors and martial arts!" ”

"Xuan-level advanced martial arts "Chengtian Jue", Xuan-level superior martial arts "Amazing Sword"!"

Before the words fell, the sixteen high platforms had exploded.

"Chengtian Jue" is already one of the few advanced Xuan-level exercises in Tianfeng, and "A Sword of the Heavens" is not only the original martial art of Ye Jinghong, the ancestor of the Ye clan, but also the Wenshi Sword Technique that repelled 300,000 dragon iron horses in the Beizhou National War a hundred years ago.

Most of the young descendants of the Ye clan who were present to participate in the clan conference could not hold back.

Their eyes were all focused on the sundial of the Tianwu Hall, looking forward to the arrival of the time.

"Everyone, be quiet."

On the sword stage, Ye Yan finished announcing the rules and the first reward, and raised his hand to settle around.

When Tianwutang gradually quieted down, his face became solemn.

I saw him take two steps slowly, nodded at Ye Jinghong, and then announced: "Those who enter the top sixteen can protect the position of the Ye clan." ”

"Next, please invite sixty-four Ye clan juniors to draw lots to rank!"

After that, the gray-robed old man standing on the sixteen high platforms took out four bamboo sticks from the space ring and threw them into the air.

Ye Jinghong jumped up.

Countless sword qi appeared around his body, rolled up and disrupted the bamboo sticks on the sixteen high platforms, and then distributed them back to the sixteen high platforms.

Sixty-four young juniors walked out of the crowd and chose a bamboo stick.

For a moment, only on the southernmost platform, a bamboo stick hung in the air, and no one picked it.

Just when someone is confused and wants to ask.

A voice came from outside the Heavenly Martial Hall—

"Don't move! That's mine! ”

The white figure ran quickly, and the moment he jumped to the high platform, he also grabbed the bamboo stick in his hand.

Holding the end of the bamboo skewer engraved with numbers, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth were raised, and his gaze fell on Ye Yan's face, squinting slightly.

He always remembered his grandfather Ye Zhan's entrustment.

In the Ye family, there have always been people who want to kill themselves, and the young man has never forgotten it.

Although it is not yet known who it is.

But Ye Chen didn't want to meet Ye Guo at the first stop, after all, he also wanted to have a good competition and experience what kind of power this body that had already stepped into the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm could burst out under the same realm.

"Who are you?"

The gray-robed old man on the high platform frowned, looked at the white-robed young man who suddenly appeared, and asked solemnly.

Ye Chen clenched the bamboo sticks, glanced at the gray-robed old man, first nodded politely, and then faced Ye Jinghong, the ancestor of the Ye clan in Gaotai, and hugged his fists and said: "The head of the Ye family in Yunhe City, Ye Chen, has come to the imperial capital to go to the clan conference." ”

After speaking, the young man's five fingers spread out slightly, and the light of the space ring flashed lightly.

A letter and half a jade pendant appeared.

Ye Chen handed the letter and half a jade pendant to the gray-robed old man.

The old man took it, and his eyes changed suddenly when he glanced at the moment when the envelope was signed.

Coughing slightly, the gray-robed old man turned to look at the test table, and solemnly clenched his fists, "Back to the ancestor and the patriarch, the letter is indeed an invitation to the clan conference sent to Yunhe City. ”

"The jade pendant is also a token of the descendants of the Ye clan, although it is half, but the clan crest is still there, this young man is indeed a descendant of the Ye family in Yunhe City, the grandson of Ye Zhan, the son of Ye Xun, Ye Chen."

After the report, the gray-robed old man looked at him levelly, waiting for a reply.

On the sword platform, Ye Jinghong didn't react.

But Ye Yan's face flashed hideous for a moment.

Although it converged quickly, it was still completely captured by Ye Chen.

I saw Ye Yan waving his hand.

The gray-robed old man in front of him received the order, turned to Ye Chen, and said slowly: "Since you are invited by the conference, let's return to your position." ”

Hugging his fists, Ye Chen retreated into the crowd.

At this moment, the shadow of the sundial of the Tianwu Hall also fell on the nick of the time.

Ye Chen stretched out his right hand holding the bamboo stick.

The word "one" appeared in front of him.

At the same time, the bamboo skewer held in Ye Guo's hand on the high platform due north suddenly changed from "seven" to "one".