"Yang Yiming!" "The quasi-god son of the ancient holy land?" In the field, Xiao Yun raised his head slightly and looked at the young man who was slowly walking through the air not far away. He couldn't help but curled his lips. This guy really knows how to show off.
The method is perfect, but I don’t know how strong it is? Xiao Yun’s eyes were like lightning, shooting out two divine lights, and carefully looked at this quasi-god son of the ancient holy land named Yang Yiming.
Suddenly, Xiao Yuntong's eyes narrowed, and he felt a familiar aura from Yang Yiming's body, which was the aura of the ancient holy body.
"This person actually also possesses the Ancient Holy Body!" Xiao Yun was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that besides Zhao Wuji, there was another Ancient Holy Body in the Ancient Holy Land. It really deserves to be the second-ranked Holy Land.
At this moment, Di Tian's voice came to Xiao Yun's ears.
"Disciple, this man's name is Yang Yiming. He is a generation below his master. He has now reached the realm of Nirvana and possesses the ancient holy body. After becoming his master, he was the best in his era.
"Ditian sent a message to remind Xiao Yun.
When Xiao Yun heard this, he was not surprised but happy.
"That's okay, after warming up for so long, it's time for a good fight.
"Xiao Yun smiled slightly, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
The previous three battles were just warm-ups for him.