Peerless Taoist

Just as many families entered the arena, a loud and clear sound of a bell resounded throughout the arena.    

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the ring. They saw a stage rise up in the center of the arena, and an elder wearing a black robe was sitting on it with a smile on his face.    

"It's the Duan Clan's Ghost King Duan Tianyi!"    

"He's the Ghost King of Ruyi City, and his strength is unfathomable. With him here, no one will dare to play any tricks in the Ten Thousand Merchant Gathering."    

Many people recognized the identity of the black-robed elder and exclaimed.    

"This old man, Duan Tianyi, has received the order of my lord to organize the Ten Thousand Merchant Gathering. Since everyone knows the rules, this old man won't say anything more. Each family can send ten people to fight in turns by drawing lots. The family that wins will get the land. "    

The black-robed elder's voice was loud and clear, and it was filled with Spiritual Qi.    

He was the Ghost King and the representative of the Duan family. No one dared to not give him face, so they all agreed.    

Duan Tianyi said: "I'll give you an hour to decide which territory to choose. The Duan family promises that we won't interfere with any of the territories and will allow the families to choose whichever territory they want."    

As soon as he finished speaking, countless Fu Lu were thrown into a black ball in the center of the venue.    

The families who came here had already decided. When they arrived here, they did not hesitate at all and immediately made their own choices.    

Two hours later, all of the Fu Lu were arranged, and then the list of the order of the battles was sent to the hands of the families.    

"The first match, Guo Family!"    

Han Zhengsu looked at the list and remained calm.    

He turned around and cupped his hands: "Master Ye, it's up to you!"    

"It's just a Guo Family. Humph, humph, well said!" Ye Moling said with disdain.    

He stood up and walked toward the arena.    

Ye Lingtian and his purple-clothed disciple walked at the front, while Lu Yu and the other seven experts of the Han Family followed behind.    

The arena was extremely large. There were fifteen martial arts stage in the arena, and all of them were sparring at the same time.    

This was the first time that many members of the Han Family had seen such a scene. They all held their breaths as they nervously looked at the scene in front of them.    

The area around the arena had long since been filled with cheers. On this day, many bets in Ruyi City had already been opened. The streets and alleys were all filled with discussions about the Ten Thousand Merchant Gathering.    

On the opposite side, the ten experts of the Guo Family also stood up with solemn expressions.    

"Master Lu, do your best!" Han Xinrou didn't know why, but she suddenly shouted, which made all the members of the Han family stunned.    

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Han Xinrou's face suddenly turned red and she returned to her seat.    

"Rou'er... it can't be that she recommended him because she likes this kid, right?" Seeing his daughter's attitude, how could Han Zhengsu not guess what was going on?    

His face immediately darkened. How could a mere Lu Yu, an unknown rogue cultivator, be worthy of his daughter?    

"After this matter is over, I must chase this brat away!" Han Zhengsu thought as a cold light flashed across his eyes.    

The people on the stage also heard Han Xinrou's shout.    

Ye Lingtian suddenly laughed: "There is no need for outsiders to deal with a mere Guo Family. Cao Kun, you represent your master in the battle!"    

"Yes, Master!"    

The purple-clothed disciple took a step forward and suddenly shouted loudly, his clothes fluttering in the wind.