A few days later, as soon as the sky was bright, Wang Mingyuan took Wang Changsheng to the Wang family's martial arts arena. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Wang family also has a monk in the foundation building period, which is also considered to have some weight in Annan, so there are many guests who are good friends with the Wang family who come to observe this clan competition, one is to make a relationship, and to take the opportunity to observe the ability of the juniors of the Wang family, after all, for the Xiuzhen family, how long can a family be inherited, in addition to the monk with high mana sitting in the family, excellent fresh blood is also extremely important.

If the younger generation of the Wang family is all mediocre, and as soon as the Wang family's foundation-building monks sit down, they will swarm up and swallow up the entire Wang family; if the younger generation of the Wang family is more outstanding, and even someone can advance to the foundation building period before the only foundation-building monk of the Wang family sits down, they will desperately befriend the Wang family, and even marriage is not impossible.

Although it was not the first time he had seen this kind of scene, Wang Changsheng's heart was still very nervous, after all, this time, he had to take action in person.

Wang Mingyuan patted Wang Changsheng's shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to be too nervous, and then led Wang Changsheng to the VIP seat.

At this time, in the VIP seats of the martial arts arena, there were already many people sitting and laughing.

On the left side of the VIP seat, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar was smiling and laughing with the guests who came to observe, and in the midst of the chat, his eyes suddenly saw Wang Mingyuan's father and son who came over, and he was stunned for a moment, and then frowned slightly.

In previous years, Wang Mingyuan would not show up to participate at all, and occasionally attended by standing in an unnoticeable corner, but it was the first time to go straight to the VIP seat like this time.

Behind the middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student, there were two teenagers, Wang Changqing and Wang Changfeng, who had a gap with Wang Changsheng, and the middle-aged Confucian was Wang Changsheng's uncle, Wang Mingming.

Below Wang Mingming, there sat a middle-aged man with facial features quite similar to him, the man had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his body exuded a faint evil aura, which made people stop.

"Big brother, second brother," Wang Mingyuan shouted in front of the three of them, and sat down in the last chair.

"Uncle, second uncle," Wang Changsheng also shouted.

"The fifth layer of qi refining, there is growth, and it is even more competitive than my girl," the middle-aged man looked Wang Changsheng up and down, took a sip of tea, and said.

"How can Sheng'er be compared to Changyue, it's just a fluke," Wang Mingyuan replied lightly.

Wang Changqing and Wang Changfeng, the two brothers standing behind Wang Mingming, had different reactions to Wang Changsheng's arrival, seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Changqing frowned lightly, Wang Changfeng ignored it directly, his eyes were fixed on a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl opposite, the girl was wearing a blue dress, melon seed face, willow eyebrows, and skin like jade.

There was a trace of imperceptible disgust in the depths of the girl's eyes, but she was not easy to attack, seeing Wang Mingyuan's father and son, the girl's eyes rolled, and she secretly glanced at Wang Changsheng a few times, but quickly looked away again, but her face showed a shy look, this scene naturally made Wang Changfeng, who was staring at the girl, look at it in her eyes.

"I didn't think that I wouldn't see him for a few months, and my cousin's cultivation has improved again, but there are some things that you can't touch, you have to be self-aware and self-aware as a person," Wang Changfeng glanced at Wang Changsheng and said lightly.

Wang Changsheng listened to these words in a fog, but he naturally would not be frightened by the other party's few words, and replied without humility or arrogance: "The younger brother has taken the teachings of the cousin to heart, but he knows himself, who is not necessarily!"

"Hehe, then wait and see!" After saying that, a trace of fierceness flashed in Wang Changfeng's eyes.

"Don't be too heavy, your grandfather is particularly disgusted with cannibalism, don't lose a big one because of a small one," knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Wang Zhizhi used his divine sense to convey the voice.

"Hmm," Wang Changfeng responded, only he knew whether he heard it or not.

"The Ancestor is here. ”

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, everyone looked in the direction of the gate of the martial arts arena, there, there was a large crowd of people pouring in, led by an old man in his fifties and sixties, the old man said a blue brocade robe, and the mana on his body fluctuated as if there was nothing, and those who didn't know thought that the old man was the rich man in the world!

The old man is the only foundation-building monk in the Wang family, and he is also Wang Mingyuan's father, Wang Changsheng's grandfather, Wang Shijie.

The foundation building ancestor of the Wang family is in retreat and cultivation on weekdays, and rarely shows up, while the family's business is taken care of by Wang Changsheng's uncle.

Behind Wang Shijie, there was a middle-aged man following closely, and beside him, Wang Changxue, who was dressed in a white dress, looked beautiful and refined, and her slender figure attracted the attention of many people.

Wang Shijie's appearance, the martial arts arena was boiling, everyone hurriedly stood up, most of the people present were Qi refining period monks, and no one dared to hold up in front of a foundation building monk.

Wang Shijie's gaze swept over the people present one by one, smiled and nodded, and then walked towards the center of the seat, when his eyes saw Wang Mingyuan, he was slightly stunned, and walked towards the VIP seat.

"Father. ”

When Wang Shijie walked in front of Wang Mingyuan, a trace of guilt flashed on Wang Mingyuan's face, but he quickly returned to normal and said respectfully.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but my cultivation has improved a lot," Looking at Wang Mingyuan in front of him, Wang Shijie's expression was also a little complicated, but soon he moved his gaze to Wang Changsheng and said: "Changsheng has already refined qi at the fifth level, yes, better than your father." ”

"The grandson doesn't dare to be it, it's all the credit of the father," Wang Changsheng said modestly.

"I can prove that the fourth uncle doesn't run into the mountains on weekdays," Wang Changxue said.

"Okay, Dad, the guests are still waiting!" the middle-aged man who had been following Wang Shijie reminded him.

Wang Shijie sighed lightly, glanced at Wang Mingyuan again, and then walked towards the chairmanship.

"Third brother," Wang Mingyuan glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a smile, because Wang Changxue took care of Wang Changsheng a lot, Wang Mingyuan was a little polite to this third brother in words.

"Third uncle," Wang Changsheng also shouted.

The middle-aged man didn't care, answered, and followed in Wang Shijie's footsteps.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changxue smiled bitterly, signaled Wang Changsheng not to care too much, and followed.

With Wang Shijie taking his seat, the martial arts arena gradually quieted down.

One by one, his eyes locked on Wang Shijie in the first place.

The annual clan competition of the Wang family has also begun.