The Sun Seizing Conference gathers the elites of the Golden Crow tribe from a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.

These elites are destined to fight in the Sun Capture Conference.

So before the conference, many people were already quietly testing various parties.

At this time, people from the Zhuoyuan Department were found.

After a few words, the fight began.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in the city.

"Bang——"

A tall and thin young man from the Zhuoyuan tribe was punched and his body fell to the ground.

The other Zhuoyuan tribe disciples rushed forward and helped him up.

"Hmph, the Zhuo Yuan tribe, known as the largest clan thousands of miles away, is nothing more than that." The speaker was wearing black half-armor, with a disdainful smile on his face.

He rubbed his arms and glanced at the Zhuoyuan people: "Stop conserving your strength. Come out strong and play with me."

His words made everyone in Zhuoyuan tribe look angry.

Among the people standing in front, a young man with green armor was about to take a step forward when he was stopped by the calm middle-aged man beside him.

"Zhuowu, don't stop me." The green-armored young man gritted his teeth, and a faint Yuanling appeared on his body.

Eight levels of Yuanling.

The tall Golden Crow who made the challenge tensed up his face, took a step back slightly, and his expression turned solemn.

He himself has just entered the eighth level of Yuanling for the first time, and fighting at the same level does not have much chance of winning.

What's more, the eyes of the person opposite had obvious golden light flashing, indicating that he had awakened a lot of the power of the Golden Crow bloodline.

The Golden Crow clan has not naturally awakened their bloodline for eight thousand years. The elites who came to participate in the Seizing the Sun Conference were basically no more than 100,000 years old, and only a few of them had fully awakened their Golden Crow bloodline.

Most of those who have fully awakened the power of blood are only in the realm of the rising sun, and few can enter the scorching sun, let alone the blazing sun.

Those who can condense the realm of the blazing sun with their blood are at least strong men from the Golden Crow tribe who have practiced for millions of years.

"Zhuo Ju, before leaving, the clan leader told us that the Makino clan leader is responsible for everything we do in Zhiyang City." A big man named Zhuo Wu stopped the young man in Qingjia and shouted.

His words made the young man named Zhuo Ju calm down, and he slowly took back his steps.

Their appearance made the big man opposite him breathe a sigh of relief.

But his eyes fell on the crowd of spectators not far away, and he frowned slightly.

That person was not satisfied.

What to do?

He turned back and looked at his family group.

"Forget it, Tong Zhao, when you come back, you still talk about hunting in the wilderness and defeating the human race, and how they will inevitably rise within a thousand years. It seems that the Zhuo Yuan Department is just empty-handed-"

Among the people in the rear, a young man wearing a white robe sneered and waved his hand.

"It's over, it's over. Don't take it seriously when you encounter this kind of tribe in the future. They don't have much real ability."

His words made the surrounding people burst into laughter.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, a group that doesn't even dare to accept challenges really doesn't have much ability.

In a big battle, if you don't have the confidence to win, you will basically lose.

Such a group is nothing to worry about.

"Seeking death!" Zhuo Yuan's men shouted loudly, and a young man in black armor flew up and rushed forward.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore?

Those who were watching around had smiles on their faces.

A young man in silver armor standing not far behind raised the corners of his mouth.

The young man who had just made a provocation also had a smile on his face.

The big man named Zhuo Wu sighed softly, and just as he was about to speak out, he suddenly felt a shock all over his body.

He raised his hand and saw golden light emerging from his palm.

"Chief Makino is here."

"He asked us to beat Grandma Te!"

Zhuo Wu shouted loudly and rushed out, faster than the young man who rushed forward before.

The phantom of the nine-layered spirit appeared behind him, flashing with a brilliant silver halo.

"Nine-level Yuanling!"

"It's going to be bad!"

There was an exclamation from the front, and there was a gasp all around.

There were actually elites from the Zhuoyuan Department who were at the ninth level of Yuanling to take action directly.

Doesn't he hide it at all?

This kind of challenge was originally intended to induce the strong men in each tribe to reveal their identities and combat capabilities.

Zhuo Yuanbu supposedly knows the rules, so why is he so reckless?

"Zhuoyuanbu, there's nothing to worry about." Someone among the onlookers shook their heads and whispered.

"So direct? Does the Zhuo Yuan Department have any support?" Someone's eyes fell on the Zhuo Yuan Department who were all dispatched, and they frowned.

The Zhuoyuan Department as a whole showed extremely strong combat effectiveness.

For provoking tribes, Zhuo Yuan tribe would directly crush them with only half of its men.

The three powerful men at the ninth level of Yuanling made many people secretly sigh.

With such strength, even if he doesn't have the chance to take the final step in the Seizing the Sun Conference, he should be able to become one of the top 100 or even the top 60.

It is a pity that it has been exposed directly and unabashedly now.

When the Sun Seizing Conference begins, ethnic groups with similar strength to the Zhuo Yuan tribe will definitely unite and be the first to eliminate their tribe.

"Bang——"

Zhuo Wu punched the big man at the eighth level of Yuanling in front of him and knocked him away. Then he saw the opponent's tribe retreating and running away before he stopped.

He glanced around, then snorted coldly, and strode away with Zhuo Yuan's men.

The Zhuo Yuan tribe and the elites from the surrounding ethnic groups, a total of nearly a hundred people, left quickly.

"Prince Yu Huan, our Tongwei Department has lived up to its mission and tested out the strength of the Zhuo Yuan Department." The people with bruised noses and swollen faces who had been beaten by the elites of the Zhuo Yuan Department appeared from the street corner, and then stood in front of the young man in silver armor.

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"Well done." The young man named Yu Huan nodded, raised his hand and threw out a jade bottle.

"Take it, it's for healing." After saying that, he reached out and patted the shoulders of the two people who were bowing in front of him: "Don't worry, after the Sun Seizing Conference begins, I, Yu Cang, will lead you step by step until you get the senior

The Bones of the True Spirit.”

His words made the Jinwu tribe members of Tongwei tribe look happy.

If the prince in front of them hadn't asked them to take action, they would have troubled a big boss like Zhuo Yuanbu when they had nothing to do.

Yu Huan is one of the princes of the Yu Cang tribe, which has a population of fifty million.

The Yu Cang tribe has nearly five hundred elite experts coming this time, and they will definitely compete for the top five or even the top three in the Yang Conference.

Among them, at least fifty of the strong ones can obtain the true spiritual bones of their predecessors.

Such a powerful force, following closely behind, can drink soup even if it can't eat meat.

This is also the reason why they are willing to offend Zhuo Yuanbu.

After all, the Zhuoyuan tribe is just a tribe with a hundred people coming.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yu Huan turned and left, and the people in the Tongwei Department quietly dispersed and left.

"Chief, these people are really hateful." Han Jin, carrying a long sword, gritted his teeth and walked out from the corner of the street.

Beside him, Han Dingyi and Mu Ziyu also looked indignant.

Han Muye waved his hand and said calmly: "Let's wait until the Sun Seizing Conference starts."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Arriving at a three-story inn, Zhuo Wu and others were already waiting.

"I've met the Makino clan leader." Zhuo Wu and the others cupped their hands, then looked at Han Jin, Han Dingyi and the others, grinning.

They all trained together in the Hanshan Division and are familiar with each other.

"Brother Zhuowu, did you just relieve your hatred?" Han Dingyi said with a smile.

His words made everyone laugh out loud.
To be continued...