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Qing Yang shook his head to rid himself of that thought. He also felt very helpless, and there was even a trace of anger. It was as if his own fate was being controlled by someone else. There were many things that he had no choice but to do.

Qing Yang had to consider these. He wasn't too worried if he tried to harm his parents or Yanran, but he had no choice but to be cautious when it involved his parents.

"Sigh, perhaps only by becoming stronger will I be able to break free from the shackles of others." After letting out a long sigh, he thought to himself.

Along the way, Qingyang told Lu Xianhan and Dongfang Ming what he was thinking. After all, he knew that these two could be counted as his true friends.

Dongfang Ming didn't say anything after he finished listening, but Lu Xianhan said that this was the only way at the moment. At the very least, he could get rid of Qingyang's worries.

The three of them chatted for about two hours. Finally, they arrived at the gate of the Palace of Nanxiong and arrived at the Great Hall of Martial Arts, led by a guard.

When he stepped into the hall, he found that the other three families had arrived. Among the crowd of Nan Rong, there were a lot of new faces, mostly old people. They all gathered together to discuss something, and when they saw that the Dongfang family had also arrived, they were all silent.

After a day of investigation, it was likely that Qingyang, who was at the forefront of the conflict yesterday, had now become the absolute center of attention of all the dragons and phoenixes in the Four Great Clans. However, Thirteen was already a Xiantian cultivator and was proficient in medicine and medicine.

The three princes from the Nanyang Family were actually present in the hall. However, only Nanyun Lei nodded with a smile. The other two princes' foreheads made Qingyang feel somewhat awkward, as if they were faking it.

With a bitter laugh, Qingyang discovered that he seemed to have become the focus of everyone in the great hall. This feeling was not very good.

"Since the Four Clans have arrived, let's begin the drawing of lots." An amiable old man with a white beard and white eyebrows glanced at Qingyang and spoke in a clear voice.

When the old man casually looked at him, Qingyang felt his mind go blank. Only the old man's eyes, which seemed to look down on him like those of an ant, continued to widen. They contained a faint killing intent, as if he could kill him with a wave of his hand.

"What's wrong with you? "Azure Sun." Seeing that Qingyang had frozen on the spot, Lu Xianghan, who was standing to the side, pushed him after sensing his presence. He looked at Qingyang with a puzzled expression and asked.

Only then did he wake up from his stupor with a slight push from Lu Xianhan, his forehead already overflowing with sweat. Qingyang panted in a daze, his face showing fear and uncertainty as he replied in a low voice, "N-nothing." He then walked straight to Dong Fang Yun's side.

"Elder Yun, who is the old man who spoke earlier?" After wiping off the sweat with his hand, Qingyang hesitated for a moment before whispering into Dongfang Yun's ear.

"Hmm? "Why do you ask?" Dongfang Yun was also surprised to hear this. He looked at Qingyang with a surprised look and said in a low voice, "He's the Highest Elder of the Nairong Family, Nanyan."

Qingyang nodded and no longer said a word. He cupped his hands and retreated to the side, paying no heed to the puzzled looks from Dongfang Yun and Lu Xianhan.

He clearly understood the meaning behind that look just now. It was a look of disdain and indifference that was like looking down on an ant. Even though Nan Rongyan didn't release his aura of oppression, he only looked like an ordinary old man.

However, that condensed faint killing intent and the shock of his spiritual will, Qingyang also understood that a casual look from him could suppress his mind. If Nan Rongyan really wanted to kill him, he would only need to breathe before and after, and he could do it with a flip of his hand.

This was the difference in strength. Qingyang couldn't sense what realm the ordinary old man had reached, so he carefully released his spiritual will to check, only to discover that his powerful spiritual will couldn't enter within half a meter of the old man. However, he could roughly guess that, as the Supreme Elder of the Nan Rong family, he was also a god-like existence within the country.

Qing Yang sucked in a breath of cold air. He understood that this ancestor was warning him. Even if he could be considered to have outstanding talent, he was nothing more than a relatively strong ant to him.

Even though he was unwilling, Qingyang could only clench his fists tightly and take a deep breath.

"Sun God? A Celestial Immortal? " Qingyang's expression had already returned to normal, but his heart was still unable to calm for a long time. He thought to himself, "One day, I will also be able to look down on all of you like looking down on ants."

Now, we invite the disciples of the Four Clans to come up and draw lots. The first two tubes will be filled with dancing dragons and phoenixes, while the last two tubes will be filled with dancing dragons and phoenixes." He pointed at the four bamboo tubes in front of him and said, "The one marked as a dragon, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix, the one marked as a phoenix.

After speaking simply, he retreated to a wooden chair to the side and sat down, silently sipping the tea in the teacup.

The disciples of each clan were also led by their clan's elders to the corresponding bamboo tube to draw their bamboo sticks. Qingyang was naturally to participate in the Year of the Dancer, while Lu Xianhan and Dongfang Ming went to the Year of the Dancing Elephant.

"Brother Jing, what number did you draw? I'm number twenty-two. "

"I'm number 17, I don't know who my opponent will be."

"To think that it would be number four. This lot is really unlucky and unlucky!"

After drawing, everyone held the green bamboo stick in their hands and began to quietly discuss, but Qingyang didn't care about the number of the lot at all. His mind was repeatedly filled with memories of the shocked expression of Nanyan Rongyan.

Fortunately, perhaps Beitang Haifan knew of Qingyang's predicament, he did not come forward to talk with him. Instead, he merely nodded his head in greeting.

"Silence!" A dignified and deep voice sounded within the great hall. Immediately, the chattering crowd quietened down as they looked towards the front.

"Let me announce the order of the drawing of lots." A middle-aged man in heavy armor stood in front of them and said in a clear voice, "Number One against Number Seventeen, Number Two against Number Six …"

Qingyang picked up the green bamboo stick in his hand and discovered that there were two small characters engraved on it: "Thirteen." The sturdy middle-aged man yelled out: "# 8 versus # 13."

"Number 8? "Who is it?" Qingyang also slightly put down the threat from Nan Rongyan and began to wonder who his opponent was.

"Starting tomorrow, there will be a dance competition between Long Fengyi's number on the bamboo stick before noon and the number on the bamboo stick in the afternoon." Is there anything else that everyone isn't clear about? " The middle-aged man looked at the people in the hall and asked.