The accumulated snow on the long street was swept clean. The Li family approached, and the assembled martial artists noticed that the one leading them was not the Li family head, Li Qingyun, but a young man in green robes. He was relaxed and at ease, with an air of nobility. Without making any gestures, he overshadowed the Li family members behind him.
Someone with sharp eyes immediately spoke up:
"That must be the main character today, Zhao Yunlan from the Xuan King's Mansion. He possesses the bloodline of the Emperor, with a strong aura of fire and fortune, so powerful that it can even suppress the dragon energy of this place!"
As soon as these words came out, many people gasped in shock, taking a cold breath.
Even the dragon energy of the mountains and rivers can be suppressed?
Truly, he deserves to be a noble born with the bloodline of the Emperor!
But upon closer thought, it was normal. The dragon energy of a place, no matter how respected or noble, could not compare to the national fortune that had created this millennium-long dynasty and given birth to many emperors and true dragons.
As the young man in green approached, they also felt a faint sense of oppression. This feeling did not come from coercion, but from a sense of nobility, reminding them that this was a distinguished person.
"I remember now. It is rumored that those with the bloodline of fire and fortune have an extremely strong suppressive effect on other ordinary martial artists, like a mouse encountering a cat. Su Han is in trouble now."
Someone immediately spoke, stating this fact.
Many martial artists from aristocratic families, especially the Five Surnames and Seven Clans, nodded in agreement. They all said that their families were born nobles, but those imperial relatives with the bloodline of fire and fortune were the greatest nobles.
Of course, they are also the strongest aristocratic family at present.
Behind Zhao Yunlan.
Li Qingyun noticed these gazes, feeling a sense of shared honor and disgrace.
Although he knew that these people were praising Zhao Yunlan.
But by approximation, their Li family also had some connection with the Xuan King's Mansion. The Xuan King's Mansion was powerful, and Zhao Yunlan was powerful, wouldn't that prove that their Li family was about to rise?
He felt somewhat happy, even proud. Perhaps they wouldn't even have to wait for the future; today, they could solve the trouble of that Su Han brat and make their Li family great again.
Zhao Yunlan stepped forward. In a flash, before everyone could react, he had already arrived on the arena, saying indifferently: "You really have a big air about you, daring to arrive later than me?"
Su Han's figure was not on the arena.
The people from the Golden Pavilion had not arrived either.
This was not enough to make him angry, but he was somewhat displeased at being slighted. I am the son of the Xuan King's Mansion,
possessing the blood of fire and fortune. Even in the capital, I am a person of some importance. How dare a genius from a rural county despise me so?
Did he really think that the Xuan King's Mansion could not reach into the Golden Pavilion?
Sometimes it's not that we can't, but that it's not necessary.
As soon as these words came out, many martial artists began to whisper and discuss, feeling that Su Han and the Golden Pavilion's actions were
somewhat impolite. How could they let a noble person arrive first and wait for so long?
Arriving ahead of time and waiting for the arrival of a noble person.
Wasn't this what should be done?
He really is a madman, not even putting nobles in his eyes.
Under the influence of the faint sense of nobility emanating from Zhao Yunlan, their thinking gradually shifted, feeling that Su Han's actions were indeed inappropriate, almost denouncing Su Han as a lawless and unprincipled person.
On the side, Wu Nian frowned.
It was this feeling again, this disgusting so-called nobility.
He sighed in his heart. In the past, the Great Li Emperor started from scratch, using his iron fists to build this vast millennium dynasty,
suppressing the aristocratic families and sects of the past so that they could not raise their heads, and displaying the prestige of martial artists.
Such a person was the most powerful refutation of the theory of noble birth.
Afterwards, several wise and virtuous emperors emerged, advocating to abandon the views of aristocratic families and sects, to reuse commoners, and to replace the recommendation system with the imperial examination system, to search for talents from all over the world.
But after a thousand years, everything has not changed. It is still the same as a thousand years ago. What exactly went wrong during this period?
He couldn't understand.
The suppression of national fortune is troublesome.
Among the Five Surnames and Seven Clans, Cui Qinghe secretly shook his head, using his own world's identity and bloodline to counteract this feeling. Although their families respected imperial power on the surface, it did not mean that they were loyal to it.
The dynasty changes like flowing water, but the aristocratic families remain steadfast.
This world should belong to the aristocratic families.
If the imperial power is too strong, it is not good for their aristocratic families. For example, a thousand years ago, the Great Li Emperor suppressed the world with his iron fists and even killed the destined true dragon in the original peak battle.
At that time, it was the darkest moment for their aristocratic families.
But fortunately, since the era changed, the immortal world collapsed, the immortals and gods disappeared without a trace, and no one in the world can be immortal, not even the Great Li Emperor.
Now that a thousand years have passed, the mountains and rivers have not changed, but the people have changed.
It has reached the end of this Great Li Dynasty, and it is about to collapse.
Just waiting for the one in the capital to collapse.
Next will be the carnival of their aristocratic families.
On the other side, in a restaurant called Donglai Pavilion, a handsome young man was pulling Shen Chenzhou to drink, but he was also paying attention to the movements of the arena below. Shen Chenzhou was a little dizzy from being plied with drinks and said:
"Brother Xuan, you said yesterday that martial fortune is the most useless thing, and so is the fortune golden dragon. Then I want to ask, what exactly is useful? Who will win between Su Han and Zhao Yunlan?"
Xuan Daoyi took a sip of wine and smiled slightly:
"Nothing is necessarily useful. Whether it's martial fortune or the fortune golden dragon, it's not that you can win because you have them,
but that they come over because you win."
"So you don't have to ask me who will win or lose now."
"We'll know after they fight."
"Ah? Then isn't that the same as not knowing?"
Xuan Daoyi continued to smile: "That's right, I just don't know. Don't you know that you shouldn't make judgments if you're not sure? I've seen more than once people like that, who always make the wrong judgments, and in the end, their whole faces are swollen. It's very miserable."
He looked at Zhao Yunlan in the arena below, his eyes calm.
He naturally had the ability to guess, but he was too lazy to guess.
From the current point of view, whoever wins or loses is about the same.
Not worth mentioning.
I just hope that these two guys can put on an interesting show?
At this time, in the Golden Pavilion, Su Han was just preparing to leave.
Yuan Xingkong stood with his hands behind his back and said:
"You kid is not in a hurry. Do you know that Zhao Yunlan has been waiting for you in the arena for a long time? If this were a formal competition, you would be considered to have forfeited the match."
Su Han tidied up his clothes, smiled slightly, and said:
"So this is not a formal competition, is it?"
"Alright, Pavilion Master Yuan, let's go."
He looked at Yuan Xingkong and said. Experts always arrive last. He was not afraid of the Xuan King's Mansion, so there was no need to wait for this so-called noble person in advance. He had to break the god in his heart.
"Okay, I'll take you there immediately."
Yuan Xingkong nodded, grabbed Su Han with one hand, and with a flash of lightning, he instantly appeared in the central arena. A bolt of lightning struck down, and Su Han, bathed in lightning, had arrived, like a thunder god descending into the world!
