Seven days, for the martial artist, is just a blink of an eye, and it passes quickly.

In Zhongzhou City, there have been countless strong people, and on the square in the center, there are already a sea of people at this moment, warriors everywhere, true gods, Xuan gods, countless people, there are many martial artists in the Void God Realm, and there are also many first gods.

Everyone was talking about the Hundred Races Festival.

The area of the square is very large, and there are ten attics more than ten meters high around it, and there are various exquisite forbidden formations on them, which can not only prevent others from prying eyes, but also have the ability to defend against the attacks of martial artists.

In addition to the ten attics, there are countless seats, which belong to the warriors of the major forces.

As for the loose cultivators who don't have a strong force, it is already very good to have a place to stand, and there are tens of billions of living beings on the mainland, and those who are qualified to stand here are all peak powerhouses.

However, they are all based on the Xuan God Realm and the Void God Realm martial artists.

The powerhouse of the Origin God Realm, even in the Holy City Zhongzhou, can be regarded as the number one powerhouse, and the organizer will naturally not let people stand, and it is still possible to give a seat.

On top of those seats, martial artists sat one after another, although there was a certain amount of friction, but no one dared to do anything under the noses of the ten ancient sects.

The organizer of the Hundred Clans Festival is the ten ancient sects, and the strong ones are selected to form a guard team, even if the void gods and the first gods dare to make trouble, they will be killed on the spot.

"Wuji Sect has arrived!"

Outside the square, with the doorman singing, more than a dozen warriors strode in.

"It turned out to be Elder Yan Wuxin!"

On the seat, there was a martial artist from the Origin God Realm greeting him, and the white-haired old man in the lead was Yan Wuxin.

This Yan Wuxin is an elder of the Wuji Sect, the cultivation of the peak of the First God, even on the mainland, he is an extremely outstanding powerhouse, and there will be people to give face wherever he goes.

Yan Wuxin's face was calm, he greeted everyone, and returned to the attic belonging to the Wuji Sect.

"Isn't that Luo Jingxuan?" someone said with excitement in his eyes as he pointed to a woman in the attic of the Wuji Sect.

Everyone looked at it, just glanced at it, and then indulged in it.

The woman is very beautiful, with a goose-yellow dress, snow-white skin, and smart eyes, she is definitely a character woman, plus her momentum and cultivation, it is even more exciting.

"Wow, it's Luo Jingxuan. Someone's eyes were confused, and he said in disbelief: "Luo Jingxuan is the daughter of the Sect Master of Wuji Sect, she was a Void God Realm cultivator a hundred years ago, and after a hundred years, her cultivation has become even deeper, right?"

"If I can marry her, I will definitely ascend to heaven in one step!" someone said meaningfully.

However, what followed was a series of terrifying gazes, like sharp swords, all falling on this person, making him feel as uncomfortable as being Ling Chi, and immediately closed his mouth.

"The Corpse Demon Sect has arrived!"

There was a shout outside, and more than a dozen martial artists arrived, each of whom had a strange aura, especially the leading martial artist, who had a lower cultivation level at a glance, as if he was about to sink into it and be controlled by others.

"Song Qianshou!" Above the attic of the Wuji Sect, Yan Wuxin spoke, looking a little surprised, he didn't expect that the Corpse Demon Sect was actually this person.

"It turned out to be Song Haoran!" Luo Jingxuan's eyes lit up, and his gaze fell on the young man beside Song Qianshou.

The person at the head is Song Qianshou, the elder of the Corpse Demon Sect, who is also a peerless powerhouse at the peak of the Origin God Realm, and the young man behind him is Song Haoran of the Corpse Demon Sect.

In one of the corners of the Sanxiu stand, there were three martial artists, a middle-aged man, and the other two were mediocre in appearance, and they sat quietly in the corner.

These three people are Yun Heng, Yang Yu and Qian Xue'er.

"Song Haoran!"

Yang Yu chewed on the name in a low voice, secretly remembering the appearance of this person.

This Song Haoran is Song Ming's son, and he got almost all of Song Ming, the purgatory golden fire fulfilled him, and the corpse fulfilled Yun Heng and brought him back to life.

Song Haoran is Song Ming's son, he once promised Song Ming that if he had the opportunity, he would take care of Song Haoran, since he promised others, he would definitely do it.

"It's a wonderful feeling, it seems to have a faint blood connection. Yun Heng also looked strange, glanced at Song Haoran, and had a wonderful feeling in his heart.

You must know that his body is Song Ming's, and Song Haoran is Song Ming's son, although Song Ming's body has fulfilled Yun Heng, there must be some connection between them.

What, although Yang Shao's strength has increased greatly recently, if compared to the top ten ancient sects, he is at most a scumbag.

The idea of helping can only be thought about in my heart, and it will be left for the future.

"That guy is very good, I think his cultivation has reached the peak of the Void God Realm, but the suppressed cultivation, in my opinion, he is most likely going to participate in the Void God Trial. Yun Heng said in a low voice.

"Do you want to participate in the Void God Trial?" Yang Yu muttered in a low voice, thought for a moment, and said, "If there is a chance, I will help him, provided that people need my help." ”

"You just have to take care of yourself, people don't need your help at all. Qian Xue'er said coldly.

"Okay!" Yang Yu nodded speechlessly.

The warrior of the Corpse Demon Sect, after greeting everyone, came to the attic to which he belonged, looking condescending, waiting for the grand ceremony of the hundred clans to begin.

"The Ice Palace has arrived!"

With a loud shout outside, more than a dozen martial artists walked in, most of them were women, and their bodies exuded an extremely cold aura, making the martial artists present feel cold all over their bodies.

Led by a middle-aged beautiful woman, her breath is cold, and her face is cold that cannot be dissolved, like ten thousand years of ice.

Among the warriors behind her, except for a man, they were all women, and among them, there was a girl who was extremely outstanding, with ice blue clothes, round and towering breasts, a straight buttocks, and a beautiful face, which made people like it at a glance

It's still not fully developed, and if you wait a few more years, what will it look like?

"The Ice Palace turned out to be led by Bingxin, what a surprise!"

"Hey, do you see the woman behind Bingxin? That's the great beauty Bingtang of the Ice Palace, I don't know how many young people have fallen for it at this time!"

"There's no hope for me to wait. ”

The sour smell wafted away, and many people had thoughts, but they didn't have that strength.

"Away from the Hate Sect!"

The doorman let out a deep shout, and then more than a dozen warriors walked in, each of them dressed in noble and luxurious clothes, walking eager to raise their heads, not taking anyone to heart.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, Elder Bingxin and I'm beautiful!"

A flirtatious voice came, which made Bingxin's face cold, and a wisp of murderous intent burst out in her beautiful eyes, it was obvious that she didn't like this person very much, and even moved to kill him. (To be continued.) )