87: C87 On the eve of the Martial Meeting!

C87 On the eve of the Martial Meeting!

0"From today onwards, our goal is to protect the Xiao family and not let anyone bully us. Anyone who bullies our Xiao's Army will be killed by us." Xiao Chen's voice was like a bell, striking hard into the hearts of everyone present, making their blood boil.

"Xiao's Army!"

Everyone could not help but let out heaven-shaking cheers, their voices rising and falling in waves, resounding through the sky.

Their cheers were filled with endless excitement. It was an emotion that had been suppressed and released over the years.

In their hearts, Xiao Chen was an existence akin to a god. No matter what Xiao Chen said, they would believe him without the slightest hesitation.

"From today onwards, you will not be under the jurisdiction of any other powers. You will only be under my, Xiao Chen's orders."

"This place will be our place of cultivation from now on. What you have in your hands will be your cultivation resources." Xiao Chen said.

"Tomorrow is the day of the Lianyun City's Martial Arts Competition, but you must cultivate peacefully here. Compared to other powers, we are currently too weak."

"So, all you have to do is work harder, do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Very good." Xiao Chen continued to speak: "Just wait for news of this young master's triumphant return."

"The Young Lord is mighty!"

Xiao Chen appointed Xiao Li as their Commander-in-Chief, and after that, he gave Xiao Li all the skills he had released, including the [Eighteen Slashes], and then left the villa alone.

Tomorrow is the day of the Lianyun City's Martial Arts Competition. In the Martial Arts Competition two years ago, Xiao Chen was defeated in one move by Wang Kun, and two years later, he will participate in the Martial Arts Competition once again.

And this night, for many people in the Lianyun City, was destined to be a night where both nervousness and anticipation coexisted.

When the darkness before dawn had just passed, figures began to appear on the streets of Lianyun City, and more and more people began to walk out, all heading towards the plaza in the city. Today was the day of the Lianyun City Martial Arts Competition, which was the day all the young generation would be competing, and if they went too late, there would not be any good seats for them.

There was a large population in the entire Lianyun City, and as it was only a golden age when young people competed against each other for two years, it was a golden age when disciples were recruited once every two years. It was also the most bustling time in the entire Lianyun City, so it was only natural that there would be a sea of people.

Just then, when the sky was bright, the vast plaza in the middle of Lianyun City was already filled with people.

On the platform where the three great clans and a few Prominent Class families were seated, some people had already begun to ascend the stage.

In the middle of the stage, shockingly, was the Lianyun City's City Lord, Bai Jiru.

Bai Jiru was dressed in silk clothes, his expression was solemn, and he had an imposing manner.

The mayor of this city had a cultivation at the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm and was around forty years old.

In the entire Lianyun City, there were very few people who dared to raise their eyebrows.

Beside Bai Jiru were two handsome young men. On the left was the young master of the Bai Family, Bai Tianming. On the right was the second young master of the Bai Family, Bai Song.

"Big brother, it seems that you have to go this time, chief." Bai Song said.

"I have already stepped into the Martial Spirit Realm. There is no one in the younger generation who can match me." Bai Tianming said indifferently, his face full of arrogance and confidence.

"Then I'll congratulate you in advance." Bai Song cupped his hands and said.

And just at that time, a pair of people walked over and ascended the tall stage.

"Haha, City Lord Bai, how have you been?" An old man with a white beard walked over. His eyes were like torches as they revealed a smile. His face was warm and gentle, but there was an invisible aura emanating from between his eyebrows.

"Greetings Old Master Wang, Old Master Wang is getting more spirited every day!" Bai Jiru got up and smiled at the old man.

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