Chaos God's Nest

As the congratulations from the crowd rang out, Ling Yuntian picked up the glass again and drank it down.

Afterwards, when everyone thought the toasting ceremony was over, Ling Yuntian smiled and slowly raised the third glass of wine in his hand.

"As for this last glass of wine! I want to toast to the younger generation present here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the younger people present were shocked and quickly stood up from their seats, holding up their glasses and looking at Ling Yuntian.

"Time is like a knife that cuts off all the geniuses. Looking back, eight thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye! Unconsciously, I have also grown old! But when I saw you today, I was reminded of my younger self, who was also so vigorous and energetic! I had the ambition to swallow up the rivers, embrace the stars, and contain the universe in my belly!"

As he spoke, it was not known whether Ling Yuntian was in a good mood or because of the alcohol, but his old face flushed. Then he was seen holding up the glass of wine in his hand, stepping on the air and slowly coming down. He glanced at the young people present and smiled.

"As the saying goes, a disciple is better than his master. I think you youngsters, no matter which faction you belong to, should be the hope of Ziwei Star and even the myriad races! That is why I decided to offer this last glass of wine to you. I do not ask you to become as powerful as the gods in the future! I only hope that in the future, if the myriad races are in trouble, you can lend a helping hand instead of standing idly by!"

"Senior Biyun can rest assured. We are all part of the myriad races. In the future, if the myriad races really suffer and the lives of the creatures are devastated, we will definitely not stand idly by!" The Saint Son of Chongxu Sect stood up, raised the glass of wine in his hand and replied.

As soon as the words fell, all the young men present echoed: "Please rest assured, senior, we will not stand idly by!"

To be honest, the ancestor of the Biyun Palace is indeed very impressive, especially listening to his words, he must be a strong man who cares about the world. No wonder the Biyun Palace is so popular among the mortals in the entire Yunyouzhou.

With the end of Patriarch Biyun's impassioned toast, the entire banquet reached its climax. For a moment, everyone present was toasting each other, enjoying the dance and music, giving people a feeling of extraordinary liveliness.

So, taking advantage of this opportunity, someone immediately stood up and expressed his desire to hold a martial arts competition to entertain Patriarch Biyun, and by the way, let him feel the charm of this young generation of geniuses.

To this, Patriarch Biyun readily agreed, and thus the banquet venue was moved outside the temple.

Such a great opportunity to show one's style and strength to everyone must not be missed easily, so at this moment, it has also aroused the interest of many talented young people present.

At this moment, a group of geniuses are gearing up to show off their skills in an attempt to gain the favor of the older generation of strong men.

Of course, this is not the main reason. In addition to the elders from various major forces, there are also many beautiful saints present today. Therefore, these people also have ulterior motives, thinking that if they are really lucky and get the favor of a saint from a certain force, it will be worth the trip.

The rules of the competition are simple, or even crude. The first person to enter the field must face the attacks of everyone in turn. If he can still stand on the field after two hours, he will be the champion of this competition.

After winning the competition, he will not only gain the favor of all the saints present, but also obtain a top-grade spiritual treasure bestowed by the ancestor Biyun.

The first person to come on stage was the Holy Son of Yunmeng Cliff in Ziwei Tingzhou. He seemed to be extremely confident in his own strength, and the expression on his face was as if the words "I am invincible in the world" were written on it, so he gave people a very arrogant feeling.

"Who here dares to fight with me?" The Holy Son of Yunmeng Cliff looked around and asked.

"I come!"

As soon as the words fell, one of the geniuses flew up and landed directly on the field.

"Which force are you from, brother? Could you please tell me your name?" Upon seeing the newcomer, the Holy Son of Yunmeng Cliff asked with a smile.

"The Holy Son of Biluoquan, Han Yan!" the latter replied with a smile.

"In that case! Come on!"

The next moment, the two of them started fighting.

For a moment, the whole field was filled with shining precious light, the laws were roaring, and all kinds of secret techniques were displayed by the two of them. The fighting was very exciting with back and forth!

In response to this, the people watching the game off the field cheered and applauded continuously, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

The battle was extremely stalemate, as the two men were equally strong, and the final result was that both sides suffered losses.

After the two of them left the field, a smile appeared on the face of Kong Jie, the Saint of Baiduanya. Then he slowly stood up from the bottom, and then walked into the field stepping into the void.

"Kong Jie, the Saint of Baiduan Cliff, would like to meet the geniuses of my age present here. Is there anyone who dares to come up and fight with me?"

Kong Jie's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough to be heard in all directions. Along with the powerful pressure emanating from his body, it also made many people's faces change slightly.

"What a terrifying aura! This person looks to be about the same age as us. Could it be that he has already entered the realm of divine power?" Someone exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

"I heard that this Saint of Baiduanya had already entered the realm of divine martial arts a few years ago. With our strength, wouldn't it be humiliating to rush forward and fight him?"

Faced with the strength of the Holy Son of Baiduanya, many people present were afraid and therefore hesitated to step forward, which made the scene become ugly. Fortunately, after a long time, someone finally stood up to resolve the embarrassment. It was Mu Xin, the Holy Son of Qingyang Holy Land.

This man had a dignified appearance and a noble demeanor. His gorgeous cyan and gold robes showed off his heroic spirit. As soon as he came on stage, he attracted the attention of many female monks.

"It's Qingyang Saint Mu Xin! Oh my god! I didn't expect that he would be the first to stand up and challenge Baiduanya Saint!"

"I heard that Saint Qingyang is quite powerful, and he is the best among the younger generation of Ziwei Star! It is said that he fought with Saint Baiduanya a few years ago, but we don't know who won!"

"Damn it! I really want to know who is stronger between these two!"

"Needless to say? It's naturally the Holy Son of Baiduanya. After all, he entered the Divine Martial Realm several years ago, and now his strength has been accumulating for a period of time. Although it won't be too easy to win, it should be a sure win!"

In the crowd, Yan Xiaohuang and Gu Qinghan sat next to each other. Hearing the constant conversations coming from the people around them, he felt particularly curious about this Holy Son of Qingyang.

"This Holy Son of Qingyang is not simple! Judging from his appearance, he must be hiding his strength!" Yan Xiaohuang said with a smile.

Hearing this, Gu Qinghan couldn't help but be surprised, and then asked: "Oh? How did you see that?"

"Isn't this simple? Just look at the aura between these two people, they are completely evenly matched!" Yan Xiaohuang said with a smile when he heard this.