The strong wind swept from the high slope to the dry grand canyon, carrying the yellow sand pouring down from the sky, covering the entire canyon in an instant. In the raging strong wind, the bones tumbled and rushed down the canyon towards the mouth of the canyon driven by the strong wind.
The howling wind carrying the yellow sand all over the sky surged from the deep and narrow canyon to the mouth of the canyon, and then spun wildly into the sky blocked by an invisible barrier.
On the high slopes on both sides of the canyon exit, two old men with white hair and beards sat cross-legged, turning a blind eye to the yellow sand rising into the sky behind them. It was obvious that the barrier blocking the strong wind was their work.
Below the two people is an artificial martial arts stage. The martial arts stage is ten feet high and a hundred feet wide. In the center of the martial arts stage, there is a flag with a Pisces pattern belonging to the Yin Yang family. This is the glory of the Yin Yang family, because they are
The clan that ranks first among the hundreds of genealogies, even if Chu Chengxiang dies in battle, the flag of the Yin Yang family should still stand at the center.
Suddenly, the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the high slope at the exit of the canyon moved, then turned sideways and looked at the old man in black robe opposite, and said: "Brother in black robe, long time no see."
"Brother in white robe, you're fine." The old man in black robe smiled, "I haven't seen you for thirty years, but I still have the same style, haha..."
"Forget it, I feel more and more unable to take charge of these hundreds of genealogies. This attack of hundreds of clans is over, and it's time for me to retire." After a slight pause, the old man in white robe slowly stood up and swept the noisy hundred clans below.
After Wan Wuji made a circle, his expression tightened slightly and he said, "It's time."
"Then let's begin!" The old man in black robe also stood up, and two rays of light suddenly burst out from his dry eyes, shouting to the noisy crowd: "Quiet!"
The voice was not loud, but every word was like thunder, instantly silencing the noisy crowd.
After the crowd calmed down, the old man in white robe took a step forward, stood in the sky, took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll from his arms, and said softly: "What is recorded on this sheepskin scroll is the list of the last hundred tribes.
.For all the tribes on the list, please perform martial arts."
As soon as the white-robed old man finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared from the crowd and landed steadily in the center of the martial arts stage.
Chen Sayi!
The leader of the Chen clan.
Chen Sayi, who landed in the center of the martial arts stage, looked up at the old man in white robes and grinned. Before anyone could react, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed hard at the Yin Yang family's Pisces flag stuck in the center.
"Crack!"
The flag of the Yin Yang family broke with a sound and fell silently on the martial arts stage.
"The era of the Yin Yang family has passed. Their flag should not be erected here. It is an eyesore!"
"presumptuous!"
The old man in black robe was the first to react. He shouted loudly and jumped down.
At the same time, Chu Chengsha, who was standing below the martial arts stage waiting to enter the stage, looked like a ghost. The old man in black robe appeared in front of Chen Saiyi in one step.
"Yin Yang, Five Elements Kill!"
The Pisces seal instantly expanded by more than ten feet with Chu Chengsha's deep voice, covering Chen Sayi and exploding without warning.
Chen Sayi seemed to have expected that Chu Chengsha would take action. As the seal expanded, the giant sword in his hand was cut down in the air.
boom!
The exploding power of the Five Elements and the sword energy collided with each other, and an unparalleled wave of energy surged out, sweeping across the martial arts stage like a violent wind.
"Hehehe..."
Chen Sayi, who broke through the Five Elements Kill with one sword, sheathed his sword with a sinister smile, looked at Chu Chengsha and said coldly: "Don't worry, when the hundreds of tribes attack, I will personally cut off your head, so that the Yin and Yang family can
Removed from the family tree."
Bang bang!
Two dull collision sounds suddenly sounded, and Chen Sayi, who had just finished speaking, was suddenly like flying catkins and fell to the bottom of the martial arts stage. The old man in black robe who shot Chen Saiyi down from the martial arts stage took a step forward.
When he reached the edge of the martial arts stage, he looked at Chen Sayi who had fallen to the ground with a sullen face, and said without any emotion: "Chen Sayi, I think you want the Chen family to disappear from the family tree!"
Chen Sayi, who fell to the ground, did not look too embarrassed. He stood up, slightly shrugged his shoulders and said, "We'll see."
Because the old man in black robe took action, Chu Chengsha did not speak. He silently walked to the severed flag, bent down to pick it up, and then raised it high above his head.
Below the martial arts stage, Chu Huairou bit her lip tightly and looked up at Chu Chengsha, who was like a stone statue in the center of the martial arts stage, holding the flag of the Yin Yang Family above his head.
"Although the head of the Yin-Yang family is far away from us, I ask all my colleagues to respect this warrior who once led the Yin-Yang family to glory. If you want your clan's flag to stand in the center of the martial arts stage, ranking first among the hundreds of clans, please rely on your strength."
The old man in white robe standing high in the sky looked around at the crowd below, then suddenly raised his voice and said: "Hundreds of tribes have entered the stage."
Chu Huairou, who was standing at the front of the martial arts stage, trembled slightly when he heard the sound, then took a deep breath, held his head high, and strode up the steps.
"The current head of the Yin Yang family is Chu Huairou!"
A young warrior standing by the steps opened the rice paper in his hand and read loudly.
Because she was participating in the Hundred Clans Attack Conference, Chu Huairou changed her usual dress. Dressed in a black outfit, the moment she stepped onto the steps, her slender and beautiful figure became the only thing at the entrance to the wilderness.
Almost all men's eyes were focused on her at this moment.
"That's Chu Huairou of the Yin Yang family, what a sweet girl!"
"How great is that?"
"Then brother, you have to try it."
"Hey, Brother Zhongcheng, you are naughty again."
"I don't dare. Don't you know, this bitch is as cold as an iceberg? Who dares to mess with such a woman? She's good-looking, but it's hard to handle!"
"Yes, whoever marries such a woman will die of cold even on a hot day."
Hearing the whispers in the crowd below, Chu Huairou gradually clenched her fists, but did not turn around. After walking to the martial arts stage and taking a look at Chu Chengsha, who was standing in the center of the martial arts stage, holding up the flag of the Yin Yang Family, she clenched her fists
Gradually it turned white, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.
Feeling the change in Chu Huairou's aura, Chu Chengsha, who was holding the flag like a statue, smiled at her.
"Ghost Valley, the Ghost King is here!"
Just when everyone's eyes fell on Chu Huairou, the voice of the young warrior beside the steps came out again. Then an old man with a stooped body and a cane in his sixties stepped onto the steps tremblingly.
"Over there is Mr. Ghost King, who is famous in the mainland?"
Looking at the trembling and panting old man in his 60s walking up the steps, many people looked at each other in surprise. Guigu, the third most powerful clan in the family tree, Mr. Guiwang, who has been famous in the mainland for fifty years and has not left the mountain for fifty years, actually
An old man who can be knocked down by a gust of wind?
When he reached the last step, the old man couldn't stand still and fell down with an ouch.
Seeing this, the millions of warriors below were all dumbfounded. This old man must be too weak. Could he be pretending?
Seeing that the old man was about to fall down on the martial arts stage, Chu Huairou, who had not yet sat down, quickly stepped over and helped the old man up.
The old man glanced at Chu Huairou who was helping him up, and said with a smile: "Old man, old man..." As he said this, he walked towards his position step by step.
After walking to his seat and sitting down, the old man suddenly narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "This girl is pretty good, she's pretty!"
Hearing this, the crowd below looked at each other in shock, and then burst into laughter.
"Haha, this old man is so funny."
"Yeah, he turned out to be a lecher, haha."
"I like this old man."
Amidst the shouts of the crowd below, even a woman as cold as Chu Huairou couldn't help but blush and return to her seat with her head buried.
"Representative of Confucianism, Jiashu."
Jiashu?
The rioting crowd fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at the man walking up the steps with confusion. His long hair, untied or tied, was flowing slightly in white clothes, showing his elegance. His face was as picturesque as an evil one, and he was as beautiful as a woman, a man!
Obviously, everyone is unfamiliar with this good-looking man.
Jiashu walked very slowly, stepping up the steps step by step. Behind him, there were more than ten Confucian disciples who were also dressed in white. The uniform white clothes formed a unique scenery, attracting many Huaichun among the millions of warriors below.
The eyeballs of young girls and long-lost widows.
Walking onto the martial arts stage, Jiashu turned around and gave a gentle smile to the millions of warriors below.
What's remarkable is that the hearts of the young widows who were all focused on him suddenly accelerated, and many women were so excited that they screamed, causing the men around them to roll their eyes.
"This girl is pretty."
The Ghost King sitting on the chair looked Jiashu up and down with squinted eyes, then turned back and glanced at Chu Huairou symbolically, as if comparing.
"Grandpa, I am Jiashu!"
Jiashu walked to the ghost king and bowed: "I haven't seen you for three years. How are you doing, grandpa?"
"Oh, it turns out to be Jiashu Niu'er."
"Grandpa, I am a man."
"Man?" The Ghost King was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Chu Huairou, and said without changing his expression: "Man is good, man is wonderful."
Jiashu shook his head, smiled, and sat down next to the Ghost King.
"Baijia, Baixiaoxiao is here!"
As soon as the young warrior finished speaking, the crowded crowd moved aside on both sides, and then a group of ten people stepped out.
Walking at the front was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. The little girl was wearing a fiery red war robe and carrying a huge black sickle on her shoulders. The two braids on her head were as long as her waist.
Two shallow dimples are looming on her cute pink face.
Looking at this cute little girl, a burst of laughter burst out from the separated crowd.
"The Bai family is really in decline. They actually sent a little girl to participate in the attack of the Bai family..."
"Yes, the once glorious Baijia is no longer there, what a pity!"
The little girl turned a deaf ear to these comments and jumped up the steps holding on to the huge scythe.
Walking to the martial arts stage, the little girl turned to face the millions of warriors below, slightly cupped her hands, and her childish voice spread to every corner of the space, "Hello, seniors, I will be polite to you, Bai Xiaoxiao."
"Be polite, haha..."
The troublemakers below started to boo, and many of them even joked: "Xiaoxiao, when you meet your brother later, you must be merciful."
"Okay," following the voice, Bai Xiaoxiao blinked his big eyes and showed an innocent smile that was harmless to humans and animals.
No longer paying attention to the millions of warriors in the audience, Bai Xiaoxiao turned around and walked to the Ghost King, bowed and shouted obediently: "Hello, Grandpa."
"Yeah, okay, Xiaoxiao."
"Hello, brother Jiashu, and hello, sister Huairou."
Jiashu and Chu Huairou smiled in return. After bowing to the people on the stage, Bai Xiaoxiao walked to her seat and sat down. Because the chair was too high, she almost climbed up.
And her inadvertent move caused a burst of laughter from the crowd below.
Looking at the ignorant crowd below, Jiashu and the Ghost King looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Those who laugh at the decline of hundreds of families now will cry later.