After waiting for a few minutes, no one came forward. The cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe were just whispering among themselves, feeling angry at Ximenyu's arrogance.
The Yanhuang cultivators with gene level fourteenth level dare not come out at all.
As for the cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe whose genes were at the fifteenth level, they had already seen Mr. Chang'an's senior brother being beaten to death with one punch, and they did not dare to come out.
As for those with gene levels of sixteenth, seventeenth or higher, they will not come out. After all, they are two, three or four levels higher than Ximenyu. Even if they come out and defeat Ximenyu, they will not win any honor.
"Friends from the Yanhuang clan opposite, I know that most of you are of ordinary Yanhuang clan blood, and a small number are of the leader's bloodline, and among this small group of leader's bloodline, almost all of them are at the bottom, right?"
"Well, I, Ximen Yu, do sound very crazy, but you have to understand that the purpose of my madness is to stimulate you and see if any real masters from the Yanhuang tribe come out to compete with me. Even if they beat me half to death, I will
Smile heartily. My Ximen Yupi is itchy, and I really need someone to fix it, but a few of you came out. Three of them hit me and one of them is fine! Damn, it’s so depressing.”
"Kick-kick!" All the cultivators of the Yanhuang tribe clenched their fists. They really wanted to go out and beat up Ximen Yu, but even Master Chang'an and his senior brother couldn't beat them, let alone pigs, cows, and sheep like them.
Ah, ordinary Yanhuang bloodline.
The man in ancient costume said to the practitioners around him: "You three, get out!"
"yes!"
At the scene, it was estimated that the most talented leader bloodline was the man in ancient costume and Qin Bing, Lan Xiaoyan, and the other leader bloodlines were similar to the Chang'an Master.
The three people flew out.
All three of them are at genetic level fourteen.
Ximenyu smiled and said: "Finally someone dares to come out, please sign up!"
"Hmph, Guo Jing, demon ox bloodline!"
"Zhang Fei, red snake bloodline!"
"Jinhua, Pegasus bloodline!"
"Come on! Seeing as you are all under twenty years old, you should be considered relatively powerful among ordinary Yanhuang people."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Ximenyu immediately entered combat mode.
A two-meter-long cow, a two-meter-long horse, and a big snake collided with Ximenyu.
"Hahaha, the so-called Yanhuang tribe is just a bunch of ghosts and snake gods. Well, I would like to see how noble they are."
Before Ximen Yu even moved, an ox, a snake, and a horse started rolling in mid-air.
It was as if he had been subjected to some great mental attack.
"Go down the mountain!" Ximen Yu waved his hand, and three black shadows shot out, and the cow, horse, and snake were shot down the mountain in one go.
This ordinary Yanhuang cultivator is no match for Ximenyu. Ximenyu can knock him down the mountain with just a mental attack.
"Yanhuang tribe, do you really want to disappoint me like this? I, Ximenyu, don't have high demands. I just hope that one of you will come out with a gene of fourteenth or fifteenth level and defeat me. How can the Yanhuang tribe, which is so superior to me, not even me?"
This little wish can’t be realized? It’s so difficult for me, Ximenyu, to be defeated in front of you Yanhuang tribe!”
As he spoke, Ximenyu took out a knife, used his finger as a pen, and wrote on the back of the knife: Huaxia clan, Ximenyu, beg for defeat.
"Whoops!" After Ximenyu finished writing, he threw it away hard, and the knife was still in front of the practitioners of the Yanhuang tribe.
"I'm so disappointed, farewell!" Ximen Yu flew up, put on the steel cloth man and disappeared into the horizon.
Ximenyu left like this domineeringly and arrogantly.
The man in ancient costume behind Qin Bing picked up the knife dropped by Ximen Yu and said to the practitioners of the Yanhuang tribe: "Let's all go back today. Of those who came today, no one of the same level can compete with Ximen Yu.
Everyone underestimates the Chinese people, not pure
There are also strong people in the bloodline. I brought this sword back, and it’s time to hand it over to the seniors. I think that after the seniors see it, they will probably pay more attention to it. They will definitely send the real geniuses of the Yanhuang tribe to Ximen Yuyi
Defeat, he will get the defeat he wants."
Then, the man in ancient costume looked at the practitioners in Jingmen and said: "Fellow cultivators in Jingmen, this is the end for today. You go back and wait for the news. I think one day, our seniors from the Yanhuang tribe will personally post to Ximenyu
, let him compete again and give him the defeat he wants."
After saying that, the man in ancient costume flew away with Qin Bing and others. The strength of this man in ancient costume was unfathomable. It must be extraordinary to reach such a state at such a young age.
"Yeah!" the Chinese people screamed excitedly.
Ximenyu left the knife behind just to show it to the strong men of the Yanhuang tribe.
The strong men of the Yanhuang tribe did not pay attention to today's decisive battle at all.
The strong men of the Yanhuang tribe had no interest at all in a decisive battle between a leader of the lowest bloodline and a weak Chinese tribesman. If Qin Bing hadn't known Ximen Yu, even Qin Bing probably wouldn't have been interested in watching it.
Ximenyu finally left in despair, leaving behind a sword seeking a defeat.
When the man in ancient costume returns, he will definitely say that this time, they will definitely take it seriously. Next time it will probably be a real genius boy sent by the Yanhuang tribe to fight Ximen Yu.
Ximenyu returned to Kyoto just at noon.
Ximenyu was going to find a place to eat first, he was also tired this morning.
Ximenyu was very satisfied with himself. This morning, he asked him to develop a move that was so powerful. It is estimated that an ordinary fifteenth-level move would definitely be killed instantly. If it were in Jingmen, even a relatively talented fifteenth-level move would probably not be able to defeat it.
Ximenyu is a fourteenth-level person.
If it had been anyone else, there would have been very few people who could leapfrog the battle and win.
"Hey, Ximenyu, why are you eating here alone!" A pleasant voice came from my ear.
Ximenyu took a look and saw that it was Huang Xiaoqing.
"I see you again, what a coincidence!"
Ximenyu really couldn't find anyone to eat with him at the moment, because almost all the people he knew went to Changbai Mountain to watch his decisive battle. Ximenyu came back in the blink of an eye. Those people must still be in Changbai Mountain, and he didn't know when.
to come back.
"Then let's eat together!"
"Okay, where are you?"
"We are in the box in front, inviting the male and female protagonists from the first film and others to have a meal. After eating, we will discuss the role issues carefully."
"Oh, what an honor!"
Ximen Yu went to dinner with Huang Xiaoqing and met many people. He was the main character in the drama Huang Xiaoqing was going to film this year. Of course, this script was written by Ximen Yu.
After dinner, Ximenyu was going back to the villa to take a rest.
Huang Xiaoqing drove up to Ximen Yu and said, "Let's go together?"
Ximenyu smiled and said: "If we can have a fight, let's go together."
"Khan, who is afraid of whom!"
Ximenyu and Huang Xiaoqing left together, and throughout the afternoon, Ximenyu rolled with her on the bed.