Wood Type Only Has Support? I Will Directly Transform Into A Buddha!

The quadrennial ancient tribes conference is a grand event for all ancient tribes, attracting many people to watch.

Among these people are not only the aborigines of the Wen tribe from different dimensions, but also many people from other ancient tribes. They came here just to understand the strength of the younger generation.

After all, these geniuses are their future, and everyone attaches great importance to them.

Unlike the aboriginal people of the ancient tribe who only watched the excitement, the major forces of Blue Star who were invited to come were constantly shocked.

They were stunned by the powerful heritage of the ancient tribe. Tenth-level superpowers who were almost invisible on Blue Star before were everywhere here, and they were all very young.

There are even many people who are more powerful than the tenth-level superpowers, and they don't even know what realm they are.

"As expected of an ancient clan." A respected old man from Blue Star sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's so much stronger than us, it's like the stars are brighter than the moon."

"Senior Li is right." Wu Wudi was among them and felt the same way.

"When I broke through the ninth level when I was forty, I thought I was a genius. However, I didn't wake up until today."

"It turns out that my talent is not as good as that of an ordinary ancient superpower... This is really shocking."

"Master Wu is right. We used to sit in a well and watch the sky."

Everyone sighed as they walked towards the center of the Wen clan's holy city, and soon came to a huge open-air arena.

There was a large circle of stands outside the open-air arena. Wu Wudi made a rough calculation in his mind that this place could accommodate at least a million people.

Everyone found a place to sit down and looked at the center of the arena, where ten huge stages stood.

After waiting for about an hour, almost all the audience arrived, and half of the arena was filled.

At this time, an old man in black with the word "文" engraved on his chest flew to the center stage of the arena.

After looking around for a week, he bowed respectfully to the main seat on the high platform due east, where senior officials of the Wen clan and other ancient clans sat.

In the center of the high-rise stands is an old man in yellow robes. He is the great elder of the ancient tribe, the man who stands at the pinnacle of power, 'Wen Zun'. ’

No one sat with him. The other elders of the ancient clan were all below him and above everyone else, to demonstrate Wen Zun's status.

Wen Jiang is also in the second row, next to him is Wen Hai.

Wen Zun saw the old man in the center of the arena saluting him and said indifferently: "Wen Ze, let's get started."

"Yes, Great Elder." Wenze responded respectfully and then spoke loudly, using his spiritual energy to spread his voice throughout the audience.

"Now I declare that this year's Ancient Tribe Conference is officially convened, and all the younger generations participating in the conference can enter."

As his voice fell, more than three hundred people entered from the entrance of the arena, all of them young people in their twenties.

They were divided into several small groups, representing their respective ethnic groups.

Wen Peng and Lin Cang were also among them. The two of them walked into the arena with Wen Sheng, which aroused the latter's dissatisfaction.

"You two are three steps behind me." Wen Sheng said lightly: "There are no rules at all. Haven't you seen what other ancient tribes do."

At this moment, other ancient tribes have highlighted a genius, and he is at the forefront, proving that he is the strongest person in his tribe.

After hearing this, Wen Peng subconsciously followed the instructions, but Lin Cang seemed not to hear and still walked slowly.

"Cousin..." Wen Peng wanted to persuade him not to be at odds with Wen Sheng.

However, Lin Cang said without looking back: "Everyone can walk on the road at their feet, you don't need to pay attention to him."

"Lin Cang!" Wen Sheng's expression suddenly changed after hearing this. He didn't expect Lin Cang to show no respect at all.

Wen Peng had no choice but to follow Lin Cang, and the two entered the venue before Wen Sheng.

The audience who were discussing other leading geniuses of the ancient tribe immediately noticed the two of them and were suddenly surprised.

"Huh? The Wen Clan actually has two super geniuses this year? How come they are only at the fourth level of strength?" said a middle-aged man from the Celestial Clan.

The friend next to him immediately said after hearing this: "I know both of these two people. Lin Cang is a bit famous, but he is from Blue Star. Wen Peng is just a playboy, not a super genius."

"But I didn't expect that Lin Cang, a Blue Star man, could also participate in the conference."

"The Literary Sage behind them is the representative of the Literary Clan. Lin Cang probably doesn't understand the world and has no discernment."

"You really don't have good eyesight." The middle-aged man from the Tian Clan laughed as if he were watching a joke: "Now there is a good show to watch. How can a literary saint give up if someone else steals his limelight?"

"Whatever, it's not our ethnic group anyway, so we can do whatever we want."

During the discussion between the two, more than 300 ancient geniuses were all present. Wen Ze said calmly: "You all know the rules, there are no changes."

"Anyone can occupy the ten arenas here, as long as you can defend them until no one dares to challenge."

"Of course, the defender also has the right not to engage in the fight, but he has to leave the ring at his feet. Do you hear me clearly?"

"I heard you clearly." It took more than three hundred days for the old man to respond. After leaving a word, the old man floated indifferently into the sky.

"Now let's start fighting for the ring."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 20 people rushed to the first arena in the south, and eventually a man and a woman took the lead.

Her opponent smiled and said: "Although there is no distinction between these ten arenas, I don't want to let the No. 1 arena lead in the rankings."

"Is there a dog barking?" Lin Cang looked around, and finally looked at Wu Ying, "Did you hear that?"

"Oh? Him." Wu Ying looked at the expressionless Wen Sheng and said with a smile: "Brother Wen Sheng, my sister is one year older than you. Do you want me to have a show with Lin Cang first? If you take action, I won't. Opportunity.”

"There are always some idiots who think they are nothing but shit in the eyes of others."

"Use your strength to fight seriously with your distinguished guest, and don't lose the face of the clan."

However, at this time, an ancient elf girl stood in front of Lin Cang and smiled, "Are you Lin Cang?"

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Cang, his smile dropped when facing Wu Ying, and his tone was commanding.

His thoughts at the moment were just like those of the geniuses who took action first, and they didn't bother to appear at all at first.

After hearing this, Wen Sheng didn't want to agree, but Wu Ying was very talented and would be his target in the future, so he could only retreat.

The first ones to take action were all fourth- and fifth-level geniuses.

After hearing this, Wen Sheng's face turned livid, his lungs almost exploded, and his spiritual energy was very unstable.

But there are people who feel uncomfortable like him, it is Literary Saint.

He was previously afraid that Lin Cang would not dare to challenge, so he had no chance to take action.

"Of course." Wu Ying glanced at Wu Bao, and then said: "My cousin was bullied by you in a different space. As a sister, of course I have to help him regain his face."

"Bitch!" Veins popped up on Wen Sheng's forehead, and his fists were clenched tightly.

They all know that Wen Sheng is the strongest person of his age in the Wen clan, and they all want to see what his strength is.

When the others saw that the battle had begun, they could only turn around and board other arenas, and a war broke out immediately.

"You get down, or I'll beat you." The young woman said coldly.

"It's me." Lin Cang said calmly, glancing at Wu Bao behind her, "Are you from the Wu tribe?"

"Why don't you dare?" Lin Cang said: "But I have a fight now, you can talk about it later."

"Then let's do it." The woman said and took the lead in attacking.

They know that they can only occupy the arena at the beginning, and those who are truly strong will not take action at the moment.

Wen Sheng looked at him with an indifferent expression and said indifferently: "If you and Wen Peng don't take advantage of the opportunity to get involved in the ring, are you going to break through the battle later to find abuse?"

Lin Cang waited patiently.

"Okay!" Wen Sheng had been waiting for his words for a long time.

"That's right." The ancient elf girl said: "I, Wu Ying, have a seventh-level primary strength."

"Where did you get the arrogant barking?" Lin Cang turned his head and glanced at Wen Sheng, "If you can, try not to be too aggressive. If you want to fight, come on stage with me now."

"How about it? Do you dare to have a fight with me on stage?"

"Miss Wu Ying has spoken in person, so I will naturally obey. Let this servant of mine play with you."

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Wen Sheng followed immediately, and everyone immediately turned their attention to him when they saw that he was about to take action.

"Is there anything wrong with you stopping me?"

"Haha, you're such a funny native." Wu Ying laughed. She didn't expect that he was so courageous and didn't give any face to the literary saint.

"Then let's go." Lin Cang took the initiative to walk to the No. 1 ring. Since he had to defend the ring, of course he also liked the top ones.

However, Lin Cang turned a blind eye and seemed to be talking to himself.