The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

Cangling Mountain!

Zhang family!

At this time, ninety percent of the Zhang family members gathered in the martial arts field.

The leaders of most forces in the seven southwestern cities also chose to come and watch the battle. After all, this was a grand event of the Zhang family. Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to see the strength of the Zhang family?

Faced with such a situation, the Zhang family did not refuse, because they wanted to demonstrate their family's strength and expand their prestige through this competition, so they readily agreed to these people's request.

"hold head high!"

At this moment, a deafening dragon roar came from afar, echoing throughout the entire training ground.

Zhang Chentian, who was about to speak, heard the voice and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

I saw a handsome young man in a white robe, accompanied by two peak-level Danhua realm masters, riding a black dragon and flying towards the martial arts field.

Zhang Chentian felt the breath of the person coming, a smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly:

"Brother Ran, how come you, the Crown Prince, are not in the palace handling government affairs and have the time to come to my Zhang family?"

"Hahaha, then of course we're here to witness the Zhang family's first competition!"

Hearing Zhang Chentian's words, the young man in the python robe who was leading the group laughed out loud.

"I'll wait to see His Highness the Crown Prince!"

After hearing the identity of the person, those who came to Zhang's house to watch the battle spoke to the young man in white robes in the sky.

"Encouragement! My purpose for coming here today is the same as everyone else's, I'm here to watch the game, so you don't have to pay attention to my presence."

Xia Aoran looked at the people below who saluted him and said with a spring breeze.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

On the other side, Xia Aoxue also smiled when she saw her elder brother coming.

"I'll go down first, you go do your thing!"

After saying that, Xia Aoran flew towards Xia Aoxue.

Xia Aoxue looked at the smiling man in front of her, and the smile on her face became even wider: "Brother, I didn't expect you to come in person!"

Then the brother and sister started chatting.

Zhang Chentian shook his head in the air, then looked at the seventy-six Zhang family disciples who were preparing to participate in the competition with a dignified expression and said:

"I declare that in the year 2024 of the Xuanshen calendar, the first Cangling Zhang family competition begins now!"

"I hope you all give your all and get the ranking you want!"

"Yes!"

Seventy-six Zhang family disciples shouted in unison.

For various reasons, the Zhang family decided to use only one battle venue, Arena No. 1.

The referee is naturally Zhang Yihao.

"The first matchup is between No. 76 Zhang Chenchang and No. 74 Zhang Chendong!"

After Zhang Yihao announced the list of players for the first group of duels, everyone looked at the two players.

Zhang Chenchang and Zhang Chendong looked at each other and walked towards the center of the arena.

"Twenty-eighth brother, I, the fifth brother, will not show mercy."

After Zhang Chendong stood still, he looked at Zhang Chenchang and said with a smile.

"It's only natural. Losing the game is due to my own lack of strength. Don't blame others!"

Zhang Chenchang responded with a firm expression.

"Okay! Let's get started!"

After Zhang Chendong finished speaking, the two of them immediately distanced themselves from each other.

"Game start!"

At this moment, Zhang Yihao shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chendong shouted, "Paiyun Palm!"

In an instant, his aura was like a rainbow, and all his internal strength was concentrated in his palms. The power in his palms surged like a surging river, carrying unparalleled power.

Then, he slapped Zhang Chenchang with his palm.

The palm force roared towards Zhang Chenchang, bringing up a gust of wind, and the surrounding air was stirred up by this powerful palm force.

Faced with such a fierce attack from Zhang Chendong, Zhang Chenchang did not dare to be careless at all. After all, Zhang Chendong was a few years older than him and had a higher level of cultivation.

There was a flash of solemnity in his eyes, and at the same time, a strong fighting spirit surged in him.

He took a deep breath and used his unique skill - the Spirit Snake Fist.

His body was as agile as a snake, and his fists danced, creating gusts of wind. As the shadows of his fists intertwined, he attacked Zhang Chendong like a nimble poisonous snake.

Each punch contains endless power and changes, making it unpredictable.

As time went by, Zhang Chenchang was already at a disadvantage.

This is also normal. It is impossible for a seventh-level body tempering warrior to win against an eighth-level peak body tempering warrior if their martial arts skills are of similar levels.

Soon, Zhang Chenchang was knocked off the ring.

"The winner is Zhang Chendong!"

As Zhang Yihao announced the results, the first competition also came to an end.

"Next group, number 75 Zhang Chenqiu versus number 73 Zhang Yitang."

Zhang Chentian was also very familiar with the name Zhang Chenqiu. Wasn't this the girl who had insisted on asking him to take them to Tianshui City?

Soon, a girl wearing black clothes, with high ponytails and delicate features and a young man appeared on the stage.

"Uncle Forty-Five, I will not show mercy!"

Zhang Chenqiu looked at Zhang Yitong in front of him and said with a firm expression.

"I really don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. How can you talk to your uncle?"

Looking at the lovely niece in front of him, Zhang Yitong teased.

"Uncle Forty-Five, I think we are about the same age. Are you older or younger?"

Zhang Chenqiu said with a smile.

"Game start!"

Zhang Yihao didn't wait for them to finish speaking and spoke directly.

"Qingfeng Sword Technique!"

Zhang Chenqiu let out a delicate cry and shook the long sword in her hand. Suddenly, sword flowers flew and the sharp sword energy came straight towards Zhang Yintang.

Her swordsmanship is light and graceful, like a gentle breeze, but the lethality contained therein is not low at all.

Zhang Yitong was shocked when he saw this. He knew that Zhang Chenqiu's strength should not be underestimated.

But he was not willing to be outdone. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted softly: "Thunder Fist!"

He waved his arms, and purple lightning emerged from his body, forming a pair of huge thunder fists.

The fists made crackling sounds.

Facing Zhang Chenqiu's attack, Zhang Yintang was not at all afraid. He used his thunder and lightning fist and chose to fight head-on.

The field instantly fell into a fierce battle, with the two men fighting back and forth, neither giving in.

Zhang Chenqiu's swordsmanship was as fierce as a storm, and each sword contained great power and speed, while Zhang Yitong countered with his thunder and lightning fist, which was as powerful as thunder and extremely powerful.

For a moment, swords flashed and thunder roared on the field, and the battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, Zhang Chenqiu suddenly exposed a flaw, luring Zhang Yintang into taking the bait.

Zhang Yitong rushed forward, but he didn't expect that this was a trap set by Zhang Chenqiu.

Zhang Chenqiu moved his feet and dodged Zhang Yintang's attack easily.

At the same time, the long sword in her hand stabbed out as quickly as a poisonous snake out of a hole, pointing directly at Zhang Yintang's vital points.

Zhang Yitang was horrified and quickly dodged to the side, but it was too late.

The tip of the sword scratched his arm, leaving a bloody mark.

Zhang Chenqiu pursued the enemy with his sword skills becoming more and more fierce and every move was deadly.

Zhang Yitong dodged left and right, looking very embarrassed.

In the end, under Zhang Chenqiu's fierce attack, Zhang Yitong was defeated.

"The winner is Zhang Chenqiu!" Zhang Yihao announced loudly.

"Thank you, Uncle Forty-fifth."

Zhang Chenqiu smiled slightly, put away his sword, and bowed to the tribesmen below the stage.