Ling Feng's status in the Spirit Clan was not too high, and could only be regarded as average.
However, he was much stronger than Ling Yue.
The reason why Ling Yue made such rapid progress had a lot to do with Ling Feng.
Ling Feng usually took good care of Ling Yue. At this moment, seeing the latter talking and laughing with the martial artists of the Sacred Land, he came over to ask.
"Brother Feng, this is the genius I told you about who saved me in purgatory." Ling Yue introduced.
"Oh, it's you. I am Ling Feng of the Spirit Clan. I don't know your name."
While speaking, Ling Feng stretched out his hand and looked at Fang Chen with a smile.
Fang Chen glanced at Ling Feng and also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ling Feng.
"I am Sanguinati."
Fang Chen played it down, but in Ling Feng's ears, it was an abnormally shocking thing.
In Ling Feng's heart, stormy waves were set off.
"You are really Sanguinati."
After saying this, he regretted it.
This was the Sacred Land of the Human Clan. Who dared to pretend to be Sanguinati?
"Sorry, I lost my composure."
Ling Feng withdrew his hand and said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter." Fang Chen spread out his hands, not caring about Ling Feng's loss of composure.
"How about Brother Feng? I told you at the beginning that his future achievements will not be lower than yours and mine." Ling Yue on the side grinned.
Ling Feng nodded, "I have heard of Brother Xue's name for a long time. Seeing you today is like thunder in my ears."
Just as the two were talking, suddenly there was a commotion in the square.
Then there were whispers in the crowd. The people of the Yuan Clan had arrived.
"The Yuan Clan has arrived."
The leader was naturally the Lord of the Yuan Clan, Yuan Gu, and behind him was the top powerhouse of the Yuan Clan, Yuan Ming.
When Fang Chen looked at Yuan Ming, the latter just happened to look over.
Fang Chen could easily feel the killing intent hidden in the depths of Yuan Ming's eyes.
"His aura is a lot stronger."
Fang Chen secretly said.
He felt that Yuan Ming's strength seemed to have increased a little after not seeing him for a long time.
But even so, so what?
"Yuan Gu, why are you so late?" The Lord of the Spirit Clan said with a smile.
"Since the Luo Clan hasn't come, I'm not late either," Yuan Gu said.
Then, Yuan Gu entered the sacred hall.
Leaving behind the 100-man team, they landed on the square.
"Yuan Ming seems to have become stronger again."
"As expected of the top expert of the Yuan Race's younger generation."
"He's really amazing. He's one of the popular candidates for the strongest inheritance."
Everyone was secretly discussing.
Some geniuses from the Human Race's Holy Land, such as Jiang Kuang, Slaughtering Heaven Sword, Rhino, Wei Xiang, and others, also greeted Yuan Ming.
The top experts of the Spiritual Race also stepped forward to inquire.
After Yuan Ming nodded slightly, his gaze fell on Fang Chen.
Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Ming walked towards Fang Chen step by step.
The crowd parted to form a path. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yuan Ming.
"What is Yuan Ming doing?"
Many martial artists were puzzled.
However, when Yuan Ming arrived in front of Fang Chen, everyone suddenly understood.
"Sanguinati. Yuan Ming's target is Sanguinati."
Everyone had more or less heard about the feud between Sanguinati and Yuan Ming.
"The Ancestral Land opens once every hundred years. I'm curious how you got a spot with your mediocre skills. Did you get in through the back door?" Yuan Ming grinned, his words full of arrogance. "That's right. You have a close relationship with the Sacred Master. A spot is nothing."
Hearing Yuan Ming's sarcastic words, Fang Chen laughed.
The latter sneered and said, "Idiot."
The word "idiot" pierced deeply into Yuan Ming's mind.
Suddenly, Yuan Ming's aura shook. He stared at Fang Chen.
"Sanguinati, don't think that I won't dare to touch you just because this is the Holy Land," Yuan Ming said fiercely.
"Then why don't you try touching me?" Fang Chen said cheekily.
What a joke. This was the Human Race's Holy Land. Even the Sacred Master of the Yuan Race wouldn't dare to mess around.
What was a mere Yuan Ming?
Moreover, even if they fought, he wasn't afraid of Yuan Ming.
"Humph, a second-level Creation Realm trash dares to challenge me. You're just relying on your treasures." Yuan Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly.
In the crowd, Jiang Kuang, Tu Tianjian, and the others looked on thoughtfully. They didn't say anything.
The geniuses of the Spiritual Tribe expressed their opinions one after another.
"Although I don't know the Blood Sword Saint's true combat power, his courage alone is extraordinary," Ling Ming of the Spiritual Clan said.
"I'm afraid that Sanguinati is just an embroidered pillow. He looks good but is useless.
I heard that if it wasn't for the Sacred Master, he would have died. "Ling Xian curled his lips and said.
"Ling Xian, why do you say that? Sanguinati just stole your title of the Youngest Island Master. Do you have to be like this?"
The person who spoke was a female disciple of the Spiritual Tribe. She wore a green dress and looked like a green lotus. She was called Ling Lianzhu.
Although she was a woman, if one underestimated her, they would pay a heavy price.
Her potential wasn't inferior to Ling Ming's, but she hadn't cultivated for as long as Ling Ming, so her strength wasn't as strong.
It was obvious that the Spiritual Tribe valued Ling Lianzhu.
"Sister Lianzhu is right. Sanguinati is only a second-level Creation Realm martial artist, but he dares to challenge Yuan Ming. This itself requires courage.
Whether he's just an embroidered pillow or a pretentious one, I think his courage is good. "Ling Qihu, who was beside Ling Lianzhu, said.
The top geniuses of the Spiritual Tribe, except for Ling Xian, didn't have any special opinions about Fang Chen.
Ling Xian was Sanguinati and didn't have much interaction with him.
If they had to talk about interaction, then it was the honor of being the Youngest Island Master.
Originally, Ling Xian was the Youngest Island Master in this era and enjoyed the worship of hundreds of millions of people.
However, after Sanguinati became the Island Master of Green Bamboo Island, the honor of being the Youngest Island Master had waved goodbye to Ling Xian.
Ling Xian didn't feel good. He felt that Sanguinati didn't live up to his name.
"Humph, if you want to get my recognition, you'll have to fight with me." Ling Xian snorted and stopped talking.
At this moment, Yuan Ming and Fang Chen were still confronting each other.
"Brother Yuan Ming, there's no need to waste your breath on this trash. Everything can wait until we enter the Ancestral Land of Inheritance."
A grey-robed man walked out from the hundred-man Yuan Tribe team.
The man's words caused everyone to be stunned.
It was so obvious that he was targeting Sanguinati. Wasn't he afraid of the Sacred Leader?
"Who is this? He doesn't seem to be from the Yuan Tribe."
"Why does he look a little familiar?"
"I remember now. He's the disciple of Emperor Black Blade."
Instantly, a wave of shock surged through the crowd.
Emperor Black Blade was an expert who was on equal footing with the four giants.
His strength was earth-shattering.
Even the Sacred Leader of the Human Tribe had to give him face.
His disciple actually appeared in the Yuan Tribe team. Could it be that the Yuan Tribe had given him a spot?
"Emperor Black Blade's disciple."
Fang Chen stared at the grey-robed man and came to a realization.
No wonder when the five giants summoned him, Emperor Black Blade spoke up for the Sacred Leader of the Yuan Tribe. So this was the reason.
"Brother Ji is right. The Ancestral Land of Inheritance is extremely dangerous. Ordinary martial artists will definitely die if they enter.
Maybe I don't have to do anything. Some people will die by themselves. "Yuan Ming sneered and walked to the grey-robed man.
Fang Chen and the grey-robed man looked at each other. Although the grey-robed man hid his killing intent well, Fang Chen still caught it.
It seemed that Emperor Black Blade's disciple had colluded with Yuan Ming to harm him.
In the face of Yuan Ming's sarcasm, Fang Chen gave a strong counterattack.
Many people thought that Sanguinati's counterattack was too stupid.
They were about to enter the Ancestral Land of Inheritance. The consequences of offending two experts were severe.
However, to Fang Chen, none of this mattered.
"Kid, I hope you can live a little longer. Otherwise, I'll have regrets."
Yuan Ming sneered.
"I'm just afraid that you'll be killed by me." Fang Chen said in a deep voice.
Everyone in the crowd shook their heads.
Sanguinati's words were too exaggerated.
How strong would one need to be to kill Yuan Ming?
Even Jiang Kuang, Tu Tian Jian, and the others dared not say that they could kill Yuan Ming.
Moreover, as a member of the Yuan Tribe, how could he not have a trump card?
Yuan Ming ignored Sanguinati and walked to Jiang Kuang and the others.
"Jiang Kuang, I'm afraid your Human Tribe's Sacred Ground will come back empty-handed."
Yuan Ming smiled. "Even a second-level Creation Realm trash can be selected into the team. It seems that your Sacred Ground has no one else."
Yuan Ming didn't forget to mock Sanguinati at all times.
"Sanguinati fought for a spot with his own strength." Jiang Kuang frowned slightly. He was a little unhappy.
"He fought for it himself. I think he used some external force."
Yuan Ming laughed when he saw Jiang Kuang's expression.
In his opinion, the reason why Fang Chen was able to obtain a spot was most likely because he had used that treasure.
Otherwise, how could he get a spot when there were so many geniuses in the Human Tribe's Sacred Ground?
"Everyone, there's still some time before the Ancestral Land opens.
Why don't we exchange some pointers? "Ling Ming said.
"I have no objections." Jiang Kuang said.
"I have no objections either." Yuan Ming nodded.
Exchanging pointers would help them understand their opponents.
Hu hu hu
"Hahaha, I didn't expect the Luo Tribe to be the last to arrive."
The Luo Tribe was the last to arrive.
The leader of the Luo Tribe turned into a stream of light and rushed into the Sacred Palace, leaving behind a hundred people.
Seeing the younger generation of the Luo Tribe, Fang Chen was shocked. The temperature of his blood suddenly rose.
However, he suppressed it in an instant.
At the same time, the leader of the younger generation of the Luo Tribe frowned slightly and looked around as if he was looking for something.
"Strange, what was that aura?" Luo Qinghan thought.
"Luo Qinghan, your Luo Tribe came at the right time. We're going to exchange pointers. Do you want to join?" Ling Ming asked.
Luo Qinghan was a genius on the same level as them. Of course, they had to call him.
Luo Qinghan nodded and walked to Ling Ming's side.
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At this point, the geniuses of the Four Sacred Grounds were all present.
They were all waiting for the day when the Ancestral Land of Inheritance opened.
Somewhere in the Void Ocean, the surface was calm.
Suddenly, a terrifying wave of air flew out from the ocean and floated in the sky like a fountain.
A black figure could be vaguely seen standing in the middle.
"The Ancestral Land of Inheritance seems to be opening."