Ye Gaotong stood on the high platform again, waved his right hand, pointed at several people in succession and said: "Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaohao, Ye Shaolan... The twelve of you represent the Ye family to fight!" Ye Gaotong clicked on the names of twelve people in succession, and then
Then those whose names were called came out one after another.
The people next to them who were not named were dejected. Even if it was a life and death fight, in their opinion, it was fighting for the interests of the family.
The children of the Ye family who were singled out were all very passionate and full of fighting spirit.
"You must have heard the conversation between Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaoping just now! This family competition is a narrow escape for you! If any of you want to withdraw, you can express your power now! The family will not blame you.
!" Ye Gaotong said calmly with his hands behind his back.
Even though they narrowly escaped death, a few people didn't have the slightest fear.
"Okay! As expected of the children of the Ye family, this time, twelve of you will form a team for the big melee! Family interests are important, but compared to life, your life is more important, so if you lose, you will give up.
, Do you understand?" Ye Gaotong's strong voice sounded in everyone's ears.
Obviously, Ye Gaotong's words were extremely motivating. Except for Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaolan, everyone's face turned red and they looked extremely excited.
Among the twelve people, Ye Shaohan was a third-level spiritual master, while there were four children of a second-level spiritual master, and the rest were all first-level spiritual masters.
With this strength, it is not weak, but compared to the lineup of two level 3 spiritual masters and six level 2 spiritual masters from the Dugu family, it is still a few points weaker.
"Invite the participating disciples from various aristocratic families to come on stage!" Xiang Wentian's strong voice was like muffled thunder, lingering over the entire square.
Immediately, figures continued to flash out from various stands in the audience, and finally appeared on the martial stage.
As more and more people appeared on the martial arts platform, the atmosphere in the square suddenly lifted, and the cheers were heard in a deafening manner.
On the high platform of the Dugu family, Dugu Qianjue looked at the dozens of disciples in front of him expectantly, and said calmly: "Remember! Leave no one behind!"
Although Dugu Qianjue's tone was calm, it could not conceal the piercing murderous intent.
Dugu Juefeng's face was indifferent, he turned around and looked towards the high platform of the Ye family, a trace of ridicule flashed in his dark eyes.
How could the arrogant Dugu Juefeng, the number one master in Niefeng City and a descendant of the Ye family, let others ride on his head?
On the high platform of the Wu family, Wu Yun looked at the dozens of disciples below with a gloomy face, and sneered: "Remember, we will do our best to cooperate with the Dugu family. This time, the purpose of our Wu family is not to go to Liudafang City. It is bound to
Kill the Ye family’s children!”
"yes!"
The children of the Wu family all nodded coldly, and Wu Yanmei was among the contestants.
"go!"
Wu Yun waved his sleeves, and dozens of figures jumped out from the high platform. At the same time, the children of the Dugu family, led by Dugu Juefeng, also came to the martial platform. With the arrival of the children of the two aristocratic families,
, the atmosphere of the whole venue increased again, and there were shouts and shouts everywhere.
Sensing the gazes of Dugu Qianjue and Wu Yun, Ye Gaotong couldn't help flashing a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He also waved his sleeves and said: "For this competition, Ye Shaohan will be in charge of each of the Ye family's children. Okay, you guys
Go too!" After saying that, Ye Gaotong slowly closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The disciples of the Ye family all nodded, and immediately, dozens of figures jumped down from the high platform and landed on the martial platform.
In the blink of an eye, the originally empty martial arts platform became extremely crowded and densely packed with children from aristocratic families everywhere.
At the same time, those aristocratic families who had good relations with each other also joined forces and gathered in a group, some of them numbered hundreds of people, and some of them numbered more than twenty.
As Ye Shaohan expected, the two groups of the Dugu family and the Wu family gathered together. There were more than a hundred people gathered around them. Judging from the aura, everyone was not weak.
The changes on the martial arts platform naturally fell into the eyes of various aristocratic families. Those medium-sized aristocratic families all looked at the Ye family with complicated eyes!
The elders of the Ye family also had a look of worry on their faces at this moment, but Ye Gaotong and the two old men were surprisingly calm.
At the same time, when no one was paying attention, a figure slipped into the sea of people from the high platform of the Ye family and disappeared in an instant.
On the martial stage, feeling the oppression coming from around him, Ye Shaolan's indifferent expression changed slightly. Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the slightly thin young man in black robe and his calm face, feeling in his heart
I couldn't help but feel reassured, no matter what, with him here, everything would be fine.
"It'll be fine!" Feeling Ye Shaolan's gaze, Ye Shaohan turned his face and said with a faint smile.
The sun was scorching in the sky, and the sound of sweat falling to the ground was drowned out by the waves of shouts from the crowd.
"Do you understand the rules of this family competition?" Looking at the dense crowd, Xiang Wentian's figure floated in vain and shouted loudly.
"clear."
Upon hearing Xiang Wentian's question, a chorus of cheers suddenly sounded from the martial arts platform, and the cheers drowned out the shouts of everyone.
"Okay, now that you all understand, I declare..."
Xiang Wentian's right palm slowly raised upwards, and finally dropped with a bang under the gaze of countless eyes: "The 866th Family Competition of Headwind City begins now!"
"boom!"
As Xiang Wentian's right palm fell, the originally quiet martial arts platform suddenly became filled with a thunderous muffled sound.
Thousands of rays of light of different colors suddenly burst out in a dazzling way, and in an instant, the martial arts platform became like a sea of light.
In the middle of those rays of light, figures swayed, and most people quickly retreated towards the edge of the martial arts platform.
At the same time, dozens of screams also rang out. Some of the disciples from the aristocratic families who had not reacted were suddenly kicked off the martial arts platform by other disciples from the surrounding aristocratic families. Their figures were shaking, and they were accompanied by the volleys of shots fired from all directions.
Qi Jin, but when the Qi Jin hit the edge of the martial arts platform, it disappeared.
A light blue light curtain slowly emerged from the edge of the martial arts platform, letting the energy surge like a river flowing into the sea.
On the square, the moment Xiang Wentian's right hand fell, excited screams suddenly echoed through the sky.
Many people cheered at the top of their lungs for the aristocratic families they were overwhelming, while the children of the aristocratic families who did not participate in the competition cheered for the children of their own aristocratic families.
Just from the beginning, the martial platform fell into chaos. As long as they were not the children of their own aristocratic families, they all drew their swords and were not afraid of not being able to stab the opponent. There were so many people on the martial platform that they could stab anyone with just one strike.
to people.
At the same time, screams also sounded, and dozens more figures rolled down from the martial arts platform.
This extremely chaotic atmosphere will not last long. The aristocratic families that have just gathered together, with their large numbers, are attacking the teams with a small number of people. How can those teams with only twelve people be able to take over?
Blast out of the venue, fortunately, no deaths have occurred so far.
Looking at the martial arts platform with swaying figures, the shouts on the square became even louder, resounding throughout the sky.
At this moment, on the chaotic martial stage, two terrifying auras erupted, forcing some children of the aristocratic families to retreat. They were Dugu Juefeng and Dugu Xuebing from the Dugu family. Around them were gathered the children of the Wu family.
As well as some second-rate children of aristocratic families, there is no doubt that the team they represent is the strongest.
Some children from aristocratic families approached the team that the Dugu family belonged to, and were kicked off the field one after another. As time passed, an open space was formed over there.
Facing the menacing descendants of the aristocratic family around them, Ye Shaolan and the others drew out their swords one after another and looked around cautiously.
However, Ye Shaohan's face was as calm as ever. He looked past the figure and landed on Dugu Juefeng. He muttered: "The third level of the peak spiritual master! Not bad! Xiaohuo, if all these people here die, do you think those aristocratic families will die?"
Are you crazy?"
"What, you want to kill all these people?" Huo Qilin's voice slowly sounded in Ye Shaohan's heart, and Ye Shaohan shook his head.
Suddenly, the disciples on Ye Shaohan's right started to attack the Ye family disciples frantically. In response, Ye Shaohan looked at them calmly and continued to look at Dugu Juefeng.
Facing the offensive of dozens of disciples, the Ye family seemed extremely dull. Under the leadership of Ye Shaolan, they blasted people down in just a few breaths.
I thought that the disciples of the surrounding aristocratic families would be too afraid to attack again, but I knew that there were more than thirty disciples surrounding the Ye family.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ye Shaohan slowly retracted his gaze, looking at the several disciples of the aristocratic families in front of him, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that just knocking the opponent off the stage was not enough to scare others, and he kicked his feet suddenly, with a dull explosion.
The sound suddenly sounded, and the figure shot out like an arrow from the string.
His hands turned into fists, and he did not display high-level martial arts. Just relying on his elusive movement, Ye Shaohan kept shaking among the figures.
At the same time, wherever Ye's figure went, there were bound to be several screams, and figures fell one by one.
In just a few breaths, the disciples of the aristocratic families surrounding the Ye family all fell to the ground, and bursts of ghostly cries and wolf howls suddenly sounded.
On the square, everyone's eyes looked towards the location of the Ye family's children almost at the same time.
hiss...!
A gasp suddenly sounded, and more than thirty disciples of the aristocratic family were lying on the ground with pale faces. At the arm, the white bones looked extremely dazzling in the sun, and the bright red liquid dyed the surrounding martial arts red.
Taiwan, the coldness slowly spreads in everyone's hearts.
Looking at the thirty or so disciples of the aristocratic families, Ye Shaohan showed no pity in his eyes. He suddenly kicked out his right foot and hit the chests of several disciples of the aristocratic families hard. He jumped off the martial arts platform like sandbags and landed on the hard floor.
On the top, there was a shallow trace that was dozens of meters long, and several white bones stabbed out from the backs of the disciples of the aristocratic families. The blood dyed the ground red...
However, Ye Shaohan did not stop, and kicked the more than thirty disciples of the aristocratic family off the stage one by one, as if strolling in the chaotic martial arts stage.