Chapter 127 Ten Futons
"Uncle Lin Fan?"

Seeing Lin Fan asking about Lin Changqiang's identity, Lin Ke'er hesitated for a moment. She heaved a sigh of relief when she noticed from the corner of her eye that Lin Changqiang nodded slightly.

"Uncle Fan, his name is Lin Changqiang, and he is a friend I met in Yancheng when I went to the ancient tomb."

"He is... a member of the branch family of the clan." At this point, Lin Ke'er gritted her teeth. She knew that in the eyes of many people in the clan, the status of the branch family members was extremely low. Some of the guys who thought highly of themselves even regarded the branch family members as slaves. "But the talent of the spear is very good. When I was only a three-seal talisman master, he had already achieved the minor success of the Form Creation Realm."

"Separate?"

As soon as these two words came out, most of the clan members not far away shook their heads, and their original inquiring gazes were instantly retracted. Lin Langtian's gaze was even more indifferent. It was obvious that they did not regard Lin Changqiang as a fellow clan member.

However, Lin Fan, after being slightly stunned, actually smiled and patted Lin Changqiang's shoulder.

"If he was already a minor success back then, then he should be a major success now, right? With such strength, even among the younger generation in the clan, he is pretty good."

"Uncle Fan, thank you for the compliment."

Feeling the other party's goodwill, Lin Changqiang smiled calmly, but the figures around him were a little uneasy, and Mu Qianqian and Wu Fatian had even weird expressions on their faces.

The Great Completion of the Formation Realm? He has already achieved the Small Completion of the Creation Realm! How powerful are the younger generations of your four major clans?
"It seems that this Lin Changqiang is not simple."

Noticing the unusual movements around them, many people from the four major clans showed a hint of caution or suspicion in their eyes. Of course, not everyone could notice it, at least Wang Yan couldn't.

However, on the one hand, Wang Genji had said so before, and secondly, even if it was a branch family, it was still a branch family of the Lin clan. If he caused trouble for no reason, there was no guarantee that Lin Langtian would not intervene. Therefore, Wang Yan just rolled his eyes in disdain and simply looked away.

As for Lin Fan and Lin Ke'er, they were still members of the clan after all. They chatted with Lin Changqiang for a while and then returned to the team one after another.

As time passed, many more people arrived at the square. Lin Dong also came riding on Xiao Yan, accompanied by bursts of wind and thunder. He glanced around and his gaze stayed on Lin Langtian for a moment. Then, under countless different gazes, he fell on Lin Changqiang, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Why did you come only now? I thought you forgot about the Creation Martial Monument." The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a soft white light quietly dissipated.

"I encountered an opportunity and wasted some time."

Thinking of the news related to the devouring ancestral talisman, Lin Dong grinned rarely, but when he thought of the ancestral talisman, he naturally remembered the strange creatures in the skeleton's memory that destroyed the Great Desolate Sect in the past, and the smile on his face couldn't help but turn into a sad look.

"Let's talk about it in detail after we get out of the ancient monument space."

"Alright."

While the two were talking, a lot of new people appeared on the scene. At a glance, it seemed that 70% of the people who entered the ancient monument space came here.

Not long after, the sun suddenly fell from the sky, and then it just happened to shine on the Creation Martial Monument, as if it was a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth. Then, waves of melodious and strange sounds came from the monument, rippling and radiating in all directions, and soon spread throughout the entire square, making everyone feel relaxed and happy, as if even their spirits were baptized.

Seeing this obvious movement, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became heated, and everyone stared at the martial arts monument with desire and greed.

Under the gaze of everyone, ten beams of light suddenly shot out from the stele, and then fell on the stone platform in front, condensing into ten quaintly shaped cushions. A faint fragrance emanated from it.

These are the ten seats on the Creation Martial Monument!
Even if there are thousands of figures on the field, only those who occupy ten seats can communicate with the martial arts monument and obtain martial arts.

However, with the appearance of these cushions, the originally noisy square fell strangely into silence, and in addition to desire, there was also a bit of fear in people's eyes.

Everyone knows that if one does not have sufficient strength, then rashly touching the futon will only bring about fatal disaster!
Of course, this silence did not last long. After only a few seconds, the figure at the front of the Lin clan flew up under the gaze of countless eyes, stepped into the air step by step, and walked onto the stone platform. Finally, he sat cross-legged directly on the first cushion.

Looking at Lin Langtian's figure, the eyes of many strong men changed, but in the end no one dared to say anything more, because they all knew that whether relying on the Lin clan or relying on his own half-step fortune strength, the other party had the absolute qualification to sit there.

As the ownership of the first cushion was determined, the atmosphere in the square became more heated. Countless eyes flashed, and everyone was obviously quite interested. Wang Yan from the Wang clan even stomped directly on the ground and jumped onto the stone platform.

Naturally, his action made many people dissatisfied. After all, the former's strength and status in the clan were far inferior to Lin Langtian.

But before anyone could say anything to mock them, several members of the Wang clan who were at the Qi Creation Stage, including Wang Genji, silently stepped forward, then turned around and stared at everyone with cold eyes. The powerful Yuan Force in their bodies burst out at once, and the sound was terrifying for a moment.

Seeing the powerful lineup of the Wang clan, many of the restless auras stagnated slightly, and then instantly returned to calm. Even though they were unwilling, they could only give up.

Wang Yan on the stone platform also snorted coldly, feeling extremely unhappy. Lin Langtian could sit there without any hindrance, but he had to rely on the power of his clan. The gap between the two was almost instantly apparent.

Compared with Wang Yan, Qin Shi and Huang Pujing had no dissatisfaction. They both firmly occupied their positions with the support of their respective clans.

After the four major clans of the Great Yan Dynasty took their seats, two of the three major forces in the Great Wilderness County, the Great Demon Sect and the Martial Alliance, also sent Mu Qianqian and Wu Fatian to sit on the stone platform respectively.

In this way, within just a few minutes, only four of the ten cushions were left!
Looking at the remaining seats, the atmosphere in the venue became tense again, and the air seemed to be filled with gunpowder. However, no one among the thousands of people dared to step out, and all their eyes were cast between the Lin clan and the Wang clan, either explicitly or implicitly.

Noticing the gazes from all around, Lin Changqiang couldn't help but reveal a faint smile between his brows. He then stopped procrastinating and walked slowly into the air. When he stepped onto the stone platform, he did not forget to turn around and send a message to Lin Dong.

"The man in the Qi-making Realm off the field, the eighth seat, does he need my help?"

The next second, seeing the disgusted expression on Lin Dong's face, Lin Changqiang knew that his simple method of provoking him had worked.

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