Half a month ago, Ning Lan went to the Saint Gang. The news that she was rejected when she wanted to represent the latter in the sword contest was naturally reported from the Saint Gang.

"If he has the strength and destroys the Blood Shadow Flag by one person, then why don't the Saint Gang?"

"The saint helps you, don't lack people."

"But since he can destroy the Blood Shadow Flag, his realm cultivation should be extremely powerful. Even if the Saint Gang is not short of people, he will not refuse such warriors to fight, right?"

"Haha, it's hard for outsiders to know what the situation is."

"I always feel that something is strange about the destruction of the Blood Shadow Flag."

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In the crowd, a member of the Yuliu Gang angrily said, "Mr. Ning Lan destroyed the Blood Shadow Banner Robbers Group. I saw it with my own eyes. How dare you slander it?"

This member of the Yuliu Gang is a guard in the Guanyi caravan.

If it weren't for Ning Lan, hundreds of people in their caravan would have died in the hands of the Blood Shadow Flag.

Now he heard the doubts about Ning Lan around him, and he was very angry.

A warrior next to him smiled and said, "Brother, what you saw with your own eyes may not be true. If Ning Lan really has such strong force, then explain why did the Saints reject him in this Sword Conference?"

The members of the Yuliu Gang caravan said angrily: "How do I know what the Saint Gang thinks? Maybe, they are just blind! They don't need Lord Ning Lan to participate in the sword contest, our Yuliu Gang needs it!"

Another sneered, "You don't have to be angry, brother of the Yuliu Gang. Then let's take a look at what achievements can your Yuliu Gang achieve in this sword competition!"

A female warrior not far away said, "Actually, there is no need to argue. Whether Ning Lan really has that strength, we will know at a glance after the swordsmanship conference begins. It is not true or false, and the false cannot be true."

On the sword contest platform, countless warriors in the Saint Ancestral City were waiting for the sword contest to begin.

Middle area.

Senior personnel from some big gang leaders and other senior officials were also talking.

The leader of the Shengyue Gang looked at the leader of Guan Ziyun Gang of Yuliu Gang.

He smiled and said, "Gang Master Guan, this person beside you must be fellow Taoist Ning Lan from the famous Saint Ancestor City, right? Why, don't you introduce us to us?"

Shengyue Gang is one of the strongest gangs in the Saint Ancestral City. The overall strength is comparable to that of the Saint Gang.

Another gang leader next to him followed and said, "That's right, gang leader Guan Ziyun, you should introduce it to us. Among the tribe warriors, it is rare to see fellow Taoist Ning Lan at such a state."

Many senior gang leaders around also looked at Guan Ziyun.

Guan Ziyun and others were originally very low-key and did not talk to other gang members.

But now everyone's attention is suddenly focused on them.

Guan Ziyun turned his eyes and looked at Ning Lan.

Then he said to everyone: "You are right, I am negligent. Now I will give you a grand introduction."

He raised his hand and introduced: "This is Mr. Ning Lan. Not long ago, he personally removed the Blood Shadow Banner Robbers Group that had been causing trouble for many years."

Ning Lan smiled on her face and bowed to the leader of the Shengyue Gang and others: "My fellow Taoists are polite, I am Ning Lan."

The leader of the Qingyang Gang stared at Ning Lan and said, "I heard that fellow Taoist Ning Lan is from the 100,000 mountains in the west?"

Ning Lan nodded and said, "That's right, I came to the Holy Ancestor City from the Twelve Thousand Mountains Tongshan Tribe. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the caravan of the Yuliu Gang Guanyi Lord. If I hadn't followed them, I wouldn't have found the location of the Holy Ancestor City."

Around me, there was a chuckle.

Many people's eyes showed unconcealed contempt.

The tribes on the other side of the Hundred Thousand Mountains are basically the most primitive in this world.

The leader of the Shengyue Gang looked at Zhang Yi, the leader of the Saint Gang who did not make a sound and said, "Master Zhang Yi, I heard that fellow Taoist Ning Lan had the intention to participate in the sword competition for your Saint Gang, but you rejected it?"

Zhang Yi half-squinted his eyes and glanced at Ning Lan casually.

Ning Lan also looked at Zhang Yi.

Although he had been to the Saint Gang's headquarters before, it was the first time he had met this Saint Gang's leader today.

Half a month ago, he went to the Saint Gang's garrison, and he only saw a guardian Zhang Lian.

Zhang Yi did not show up at that time.

Zhang Yi said in a faint tone: "Actually, it's not that we rejected Ning Lan. If Ning Lan represented our Saints to participate in the sword contest, then we would be willing to pay 200 divine stones as rewards. Unfortunately, Ning Lan seemed to think the rewards were low."

The leader of the Saint Gang looked indifferent.

In his words, there was also the meaning of Ning Lan asking for too high a price.

The implication is that the other party is not worth the price at all.

The leader of the Shengyue Gang nodded and said, "So that's it."

The leader of the Qingyang Gang smiled and said, "Zhang Yi Gang, your Saint Gang only gave away 200 divine stones as a reward, which is indeed a little lower. If it were my Qingyang Gang, then we would definitely be willing to offer 300 divine stones to hire."

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

From the words and deeds of these senior gang members, it can be seen that they are not very optimistic about Ning Lan.

At least, it was not showing the respect it deserved.

Ning Lan stood there with a faint smile on his face, and he was not angry about it.

Because, how happy the leader of the Saint Gang and others are now, how upset they will be after the swordsmanship conference are over.

Although Ning Lan was not angry, Guan Ziyun next to her could not bear it anymore.

He said coldly with a face in his face: "Zhang Yi Gang, I hope you don't regret your decision."

Zhang Yi looked at Guan Ziyun, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Does the leader of the Guan Gang feel that with Ning Lan, your Yuliu Gang can turn over? By the way, ten years ago, at the last swordsmanship conference, what is the final result of your Yuliu Gang?"

A saint helper guardian next to him smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, the Yuliu Gang seemed to be ranked twelfth at the last sword competition. Well, he barely lost money."

Guan Ziyun suppressed the anger in his heart, and a cold feeling surged in his eyes.

This Saint Gang is too much.

The leader of the Fire Refining Gang said: "With fellow Taoist Ning Lan's help, the Yuliu Gang's ranking may make a big progress."

"Hahaha..." Another burst of laughter.

At this moment, a shout sounded in the crowd.

"The Guardian is here!"

In this shout, everyone on the swordsmanship platform saw it.

An old man with white bearded in a gray robe slowly landed from the sky.

Finally, it stopped in the air about ten meters away from Mingtai.

This old man in gray robe is the guardian of Mingtai, Lord Huang Yun!

Huang Yun is also one of the few older generation strong men in the Saint Ancestral City mentioned earlier.

At the same time, he was also the first batch of disciples recruited by the Saint Ancestor and was one of the earliest Saint Ancestor disciples in this world.

After Lord Saint Ancestor left this world, the Holy Dao Gang fell apart.

Many powerful people from the Holy Dao Gang died in the civil war. Some of the strong people set up their own businesses and created their own gangs.

In addition, there are a very small number of strong men who have left the Holy Dao Gang but have not established a gang.

Huang Yun is one of these very few strong men.

Originally, he did not accept disciples, nor did he care about the affairs of various gangs in the city, but he only practiced martial arts by himself. But hundreds of years ago, after the sword contest appeared, he was invited by the gangs to preside over the sword contest once a decade.

He became the guardian of Mingtai later.

Although he is still alone, Huang Yun's status is almost unparalleled.

Zhang Yi, Guan Ziyun and others bowed to the meeting at the same time.

He shouted loudly: "Greetings to the Guardian!"

Huang Yun, who was floating in the air, looked down at the people below and nodded slightly.

He spoke out, "You don't have to be too polite."

After a slight pause, he continued: "The december sword contest has begun again."

"There are 64 gangs to register for this swordsman conference. Each gang will send five warriors to participate."

"Next, I will repeat the rules of sword contests again. As before, this sword contest will still be divided into two halves."

"In the first half, the rules of drawing lots will be adopted, and three rounds of competition will be conducted in total. If all three rounds win, the second half of the sword contest will be entered."

"The rules of the second half are melee. The gang that persists to the end on the battlefield is the first place in the swordsmanship. Secondly, the second place, and so on."

"The gang that won the first place in the Sword Competition will enjoy 40% of the resources of the Grand Prize Pool. The second and third places will share 20% of the resources of the Grand Prize Pool. The fourth to tenth places will share 20% of the resources of the Grand Prize Pool. The eleventh to twentyth places will share the last 20% of the resources of the Grand Prize Pool."

"Everyone, do you have any questions about the rules related to sword discussion?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The rules of this Sword Conference are no different from those of previous sessions.

All major gangs also know the rules of sharing sword contests and prize pools.
To be continued...