This shadow guard is kinda nice

The red sun gradually rises from the horizon, and the dazzling light covers the land. The sky is blue without a trace of variegation, like a spotless picture scroll, slowly unfolding, and a new day begins like this.

Far away from the center of Muye, on an open land near the outskirts, a tall and magnificent platform was built, with flags of Southern Chu, Daqin, Liang, and Eastern Zhou on all sides, and in the middle was a flag with the word "League" symbolizing the Wulin League. Hunting sound.

Around the high platform, there are some tables and chairs. Behind the high platform, there are a large number of mazas. Directly opposite the high platform is the seat of Prince Nanchu. Next to it are the leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Zhaohong, the children of the royal families of various countries, and the representatives of the famous sects. The position of the small Maza in the future is reserved for the rest of the people who come to watch the battle.

If you come early, you can still get a small horse, but if you come late, you will be squeezed by the last crowd.

Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran came neither too early nor too late, there were still some little Maza left, and the front was full of densely packed people.

Xiao Yichen took a general look, and was quite speechless. It was his first time to participate in the martial arts conference. He thought that there would be many people, but he never expected that there would be so many people. It was so dark. If he had known earlier, he would not have come to join in the fun. He is irritable when there are too many people.

Mo Ran glanced at his master carefully, knowing that the master was getting impatient at the moment, so he didn't touch his bad luck.

Mo Ran wondered how he could go forward, or spend more money and ask the person in front to make room for him?

He was thinking to himself, but there was a gentle voice behind him, with a little uncertainty.

"Brother Chu? Brother Mo?"

Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran turned their heads, it was Qi Feng, and there was a middle-aged man beside him, looking very calm.

"Forehead……"

Ren Mingfeng froze in place. He had just seen the backs of these two people from a distance, one black and one white. Based on the day and night they spent together a few days ago, he felt that it was Chen Ling and Mo Ran, so he yelled out.Unexpectedly, when the two turned their heads, their appearances were not alike. Their ordinary appearances were unrecognizable among the crowd, and it was very inconsistent with their own demeanor.

But his intuition told him that these two were Chen Ling and Mo Ran, otherwise he wouldn't have called Brother Chu and Brother Mo, and those two would have turned around by such a coincidence. As for why they had such ordinary looks , he will not know.

Mo Ran stood quietly beside Xiao Yichen, he didn't make a sound.When the two of them left the inn in the morning, it was easier to avoid bumping into people from Daliang, and it was fine on the way to Nanchu, but now in this place, it is possible to meet people from Daliang’s royal family, and they were caught. It's not good to recognize it.

After all, the master should be confined in Prince Xuan's mansion now, instead of appearing at the martial arts conference thousands of miles away from Jinling.

He was not sure about the attitude of his master, Qi Feng, no, it should be said about Ren Mingfeng's attitude. When he first met in the small inn in Yongzhou, the master asked himself to investigate this person. The son of Ren Zhao, the head of Qingyun sect, Ren Mingfeng, Three years ago, with his Qingyun swordsmanship, he has become famous in the world since then.

So it's better for him to keep silent now.

Xiao Yichen smiled, just met, "Brother Qi, we met again so soon."

Ren Mingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and walked in front of the two, "It's really you two, I thought I recognized the wrong person."

Xiao Yichen pointed to his own face, lowered his voice and said: "There are so many people with miscellaneous eyes, change your appearance, and make Brother Qi laugh."

Ren Mingfeng laughed it off, and suddenly thought that he hadn't revealed his identity to others. When he missed the opportunity outside Jiangzhou City that day, it was a little difficult to speak now.

Xiao Yichen smiled and asked knowingly, "Brother Qi, what's wrong? If you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

"Well... That's right, I'm actually not called Qi Feng, and my junior sister is not called Lin Long either."

Xiao Yichen put on a surprised look.

After saying the first sentence, Ren Mingfeng felt relieved and said everything, "My name is Ren Mingfeng, Ren Zhao, the head of the Qingyun School, is my father, and my junior sister is Yi Linglong, the favorite of Pingyao's richest man, Yi Jing." The middle-aged man who didn't speak, "This is my uncle. I was separated from you and Brother Mo in Jiangzhou earlier. My junior sister and I went to Jiangzhou to join my uncle."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two apologetically. No matter what, he and his junior sister came to Nanchu with him under false names, let alone Mo Ran saved his junior sister's life.

Xiao Yichen expressed his understanding, walking the rivers and lakes, it should be, he then said hello to Ren Mingfeng's uncle, and Mo Ran followed suit.

Chen Yuan nodded to indicate that he didn't ask too much about the relationship between Ren Mingfeng and these two people. When he was in Jiangzhou, Ren Mingfeng told him roughly about these two people. Now that they met, although it was not true, but this attitude should be One of the best.

During the time they were talking, there were more and more people, even the little maza just now was gone, and there was a crowd of people standing behind, if it wasn't for the limited space, there would be soldiers guarding the entrance Then, this person can be doubled.

"Brother Chu, Brother Mo, why don't you go with me, I still have a seat there, and my junior sister is also there."

The Jiang family arranged a seat for them in front of the Qingyun sect.

Xiao Yichen didn't refuse. He and Mo Ran followed Ren Mingfeng and Chen Yuan to the front, and there were two vacant seats on the side of the high platform.

When Yi Linglong saw her senior brother and senior uncle coming, she quickly stood up. After watching her senior brother sit down, she saw two familiar but unfamiliar people. Who is this? When did I meet my senior brother? of?I brought it back.

Seeing her doubts, Ren Mingfeng explained in a low voice: "Brother Chu and Brother Mo,"

Yi Linglong was surprised, and Ren Mingfeng added, "It's changed."

"Oh." Now she looked at Xiao Yichen and Mo Ran happily, and said to them, "Fate."

Xiao Yichen sat on the chair next to him, "Well, thank you for the fate given by your senior brother."

"Hee hee." She smiled, and sat down with her senior brother. The few of them lowered their heads and chatted for a while, and King Cheng sat down surrounded by a group of people, which caused a small commotion among the crowd.

"The fourth prince has such a good appearance." Yi Linglong sighed, with such an appearance and such a noble status, it's no wonder that becoming a king is romantic and affectionate, and the whole Jinling knows it.

Ren Mingfeng also noticed the fourth prince, probably no one in Daliang did not know that the fourth prince was a playboy, even so, Ren Mingfeng had to admit that the fourth prince did have a good skin.

Almost everyone in this area focused their attention on the fourth prince. Usually they would not see the people of the Tian family, so now they have the opportunity to look more.

See how they are different from ordinary people.

Xiao Yichen casually glanced at it and then looked away, lazily leaning on the chair, waiting for the martial arts conference to start.

A moment later, a man in black clothes appeared in front of everyone, followed by a majestic man, Jiang Zhaohong, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

As soon as the two appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the commotion that subsided, erupted again in an instant, and it was more than a little stronger than before.

Everyone saw that the man sat down at the table facing the high platform, his identity was self-evident, the Prince of Southern Chu——Chu Yunhe.

The commotion in the crowd reached a climax, no wonder he is so handsome, graceful and luxurious, he is the Crown Prince of Southern Chu.

Mo Ran stared blankly at the man, the man who met his gaze in the restaurant that day.

He thought about meeting each other in the future, but he didn't expect to see each other again so soon, and at such a time when everyone was looking forward to it.

Xiao Yichen naturally noticed Mo Ran's gaffe, he's just the prince of Nanchu, shouldn't it be like this?

He squeezed Mo Ran's hand, Mo Ran came back to his senses, shook his head at him, and signaled that he was fine.

Standing on the high platform, Jiang Zhaohong, although he has passed the age, is still as handsome as before. He is dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, which makes his face more and more like a jade crown.

The scene became quiet for a while, Jiang Zhaohong cleared his throat, his voice was thick and full of internal strength, and spread to every corner of the venue.

"Thanks to everyone for coming to Nanchu to participate in this ten-year martial arts conference. Whether it is those who are about to compete for the position of martial arts leader, or everyone who is watching the battle in the audience, Jiang thank you all, thank you for not being far away Wanli, you have worked tirelessly to come to Nanchu, Muye, and here, and I hope that the upcoming martial arts conference will not disappoint you all."

"Jiang thinks he is diligent. Since he took over the leader's order from the previous leader, the Wulin League has joined forces with other sects to maintain the tranquility of the entire river and lake. Most of the disciples from the Wulin League have done a lot," he paused. "Ten years have passed by in a hurry. Those people who were famous in the world are probably like me now, and they are half retired."

He sighed softly, as if at this moment, the past years had left some traces on his body.

"The rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes, but people are no longer those people," he always had a faint smile on his face, "but the rivers and lakes have always been dominated by young people. Now, a new generation has grown up. I believe that in Under the leadership of these people, the Wulin League will reach its next peak."

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and there was infinite yearning on the young and energetic faces.

Jiang Zhaohong raised his hand and lowered it slightly, "Now, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Nanchu is invited to announce the start of the martial arts conference."

Jiang Zhaohong retreated to one side, Chu Yunhe flew up and landed firmly in the middle of the high platform, his clothes drew an arc in the air.

Amid applause from all the crowd, he accepted the leader's order thrown by Jiang Zhaohong, and he pinched the jade token at his fingertips.

Chu Yunhe looked down at everyone in the audience, his eyes were indifferent but strong, with some inherent domineering.

There was silence in the audience, and he raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"The Martial Arts Conference begins now." He showed the token on his fingertips, and said word by word: "Whoever wins the position of leader, gets this order and commands the world."

The thunderous drums resounded through the sky, and the martial arts conference began.