Faced with the emperor-level pressure that Saint Jet himself broke out and crushed, Ye Junlang's face remained unchanged. He said coldly: "What? Could it be that in front of everyone, the surviving clan of the Holy Night will bully the weak and kill people to silence him? The ancient clan is still martial, and I am going to fight against the young disciples of your clan, which is a fair battle. Are you cowardly? Do you think the young disciples of your clan are not as good as me? Worrying that the disciples of your clan will be killed after the battle with me?
It is really ridiculous that a great ancient clan was actually intimidated by me alone!
The same thing, today I challenge the young disciples of your clan. Those who dare to fight will come to power. If you don’t dare to fight, then kneel down and beg for mercy!
What a shit thing? I really think your lord is awesome in the Holy Night? Kill whoever you want?
Today, I am going to kill you to the gate of your Holy Night Remnants!”
Ye Junlang's words were extremely domineering, and he did not leave any face to the Holy Night Remnants clan, but wanted to force the young disciples of the Holy Night Remnants to come to the stage to fight.
Saint Jet's face was gloomy. He stared at Ye Junlang and said, "Are you targeting my tribe?"
"That's right, it's targeting your Holy Night Remnant! What about your Holy Son, Saint Leo? Let him get over, I'm going to beat him up in the ring! Saint Leo has repeatedly plotted against me, and he actually sent someone to China to chase me. Since he can't kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me!" Ye Junlang said coldly.
"The Holy Son cannot be humiliated, you are seeking death!"
"Sir St. Jett, I'll go on stage to fight him!"
"I also fight him, this person is too arrogant!"
Before Saint Jet could speak, the young disciples beside him could no longer hold back.
Ye Junlang is indeed very strong, and they all witnessed it with their own eyes. But now Ye Junlang has experienced two battles and consumes a lot of money. In addition, he looks injured. Because these young disciples from the Holy Night Relics clan still have great confidence to defeat Ye Junlang.
A glimmer flashed in Saint Jet's eyes. He rarely left the ancient city of Yixu and did not know much about things outside the ancient city of Yixu.
However, after the young disciples of the Holy Night Remnants came in this time, they told him that the Holy Night Son suffered repeated losses in the dark world and was repeatedly broken by a young strong man in the dark world.
Even some time ago, the Holy Son sent a powerful man from the clan, Saint Fett, to China to hunt down the young man, but the final outcome was that the entire army was wiped out.
As powerful as St. Fitt also died in China.
Could it be that the young powerful man the Holy Son is going to deal with is this guy on the ring?
But this guy is just a quasi-emperor realm cultivation. Why did St. Fit, the powerful man in the Emperor realm, fall in China? Could it be that there are more powerful people in China who took action to kill St. Fit?
Will this powerful man who killed Saint Fit also follow Satan to the ancient city of Yixu?
Thinking of this, Saint Jet's eyes couldn't help but look at the old man. With his strength, he couldn't see through the depth of the old man. He only felt that the old man's own aura was extremely ordinary, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man.
Saint Jet was secretly alert, but he was not afraid. This was in the ancient city of Yixu, where all the major ancient tribes gathered, and would not let people from outside do whatever they wanted.
To be on the safe side, Saint Jet felt it was necessary to notify the strong people in the clan, and it would be best to let the strong people in the clan come and take charge immediately.
As for the challenge Ye Junlang issued, he squinted his eyes and stared at Ye Junlang on the ring. He realized that Ye Junlang was indeed injured and his aura began to weaken. He had two disciples from the quasi-emperor realm around him, and his own strength was quite good.
Perhaps we can take this opportunity to kill Ye Junlang, which can be regarded as avenging the Holy Son.
Ye Junlang challenged in front of the major ancient tribes. If the Holy Night Remnants really wanted to avoid the battle, then they would be really disappointed.
"Satan, since you are going to humiliate yourself, I will fulfill you! St. Allen, come on and kill him for me!"
Saint Jet said in a deep voice.
After hearing what Saint Jet said, Ye Junlang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the people from the Holy Night Remnants took the bait.
He was fighting with Blood Crazy just now, and he was indeed deliberately showing weakness. Otherwise, he would have combined the Great Vajra body with the same physical technique. Even if Blood Crazy Blood sacrifices Blood Moon, it would be almost impossible to hurt him.
His purpose of deliberately showing weakness was to lure the younger generation of disciples from the Holy Night Relics tribe, and then he would kill them one by one.
This time, I came to trouble the Blood Moon Ancient Clan and the Holy Night Remnants. Old Man Ye was responsible for dealing with those big guys. As for the young disciples of these two clans, Old Man Ye would certainly not take action, so he could only rely on him to find a way to kill him.
But this is in the ancient city of Yixu. In addition to the Blood Moon Ancient Clan and the Holy Night Relic, there are other ancient clans stationed. Ye Junlang cannot say that he killed the young disciples of these two clans without reason, which will cause dissatisfaction among other ancient clan strongmen.
There is nothing to say through the battle between the ring. If you fight fairly on the ring, life and death are destined to be true, no one can say.
Therefore, Ye Junlang cannot be too powerful when fighting against the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, otherwise he will scare away the Holy Night Remnant Clan. If the Holy Night Remnant Clan does not respond, he will have no choice.
"If you want to fight, then just bet like the Blood Moon Ancient Clan. At least five grade medicinal materials, three grade six grade medicinal materials. Of course, if you want to increase the bet, that's fine." Ye Junlang said.
Under the arena, the dragon girl looked strange and wondered why this guy looked like he was blackmailing someone else's high-quality medicinal materials?
"Hmph!" St. Jett snorted coldly, without thinking, "Okay, just as you said."
Soon, the Holy Night Relics had already brought five fifth-grade medicinal materials and three sixth-grade medicinal materials, and all these bets were handed over to the Yinlong side for temporary storage.
Saint Allen, a young disciple of the quasi-emperor realm in the Holy Night Remnants, walked onto the arena. He stared at Ye Junlang and said coldly: "I will kill you in this battle!"
"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill me, use the corresponding strength to come out!"
Ye Junlang said coldly.
St. Allen no longer talked nonsense. His martial arts aura burst out in full swing. In terms of strength, he was stronger than the Blood Killer of the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, but he was slightly weaker than the Blood Crazy.
Ye Junlang didn't take this kind of opponent with such strength seriously at all.
But in order to act, he also pretended to be in full force and fight hard.
In fact, under the suppression of his own gravity field, if he wants to kill Saint Allen, it will be at most a matter of counting punches.
However, Ye Junlang fought with St. Allen for dozens of moves, and finally, through the "both losing both sides" in the eyes of outsiders, he allowed St. Allen's fist to hit him. The heavy punch he took also hit St. Allen. Finally, with his powerful body slightly better than St. Allen, he continued to chase and ended St. Allen's life with two consecutive punches.
St. Allen died on the spot when he was killed in battle.
Ye Junlang's body was shaking, as if he was unable to stand firmly. Then he opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his aura was not diminished at all. He looked down on the hands of the ancient tribe of the Holy Night and shouted, "Who else can fight the Holy Night Remnants?"
Under the ring, Old Man Ye looked speechless, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
Is this kid addicted to acting?
This old man was so shameless that he felt inferior.
However, this kid has gained a lot of money by taking such painstaking acting. Not to mention anything else, he has won a lot of money by both semi-spiritual medicines and spiritual medicines.