Chapter 445 The Beginning of the Decisive Battle!

Chapter 445 The beginning of the decisive battle!

At the end of the long stone steps, there are clouds and mists. After the clouds, there is a huge square. The square is completely paved with monolithic boulders, which looks simple and elegant. In the center of the square, a huge stone monument stands majestically. The names of the previous suzerains of the Yunlan Sect and those who have made great contributions to the sect.

Looking around the square, at this time, there are nearly a thousand people sitting cross-legged in it. These people are sitting in the shape of a semi-circle. They are all dressed in moon-white robes without exception. , drifting with the wind, like a living thing, with a faint sword intent.

At the top of the square, there are some towering stone pedestals. The steps gradually rise, and the age increases as you go up. The stone bench on the highest floor is empty and no one is sitting at this time. Twenty meters down, there were more than a dozen white-robed old men sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed. Although these old men did not have the slightest features on the surface, their bodies were like steel, allowing the wind to let them go. How to blow is a robe without the slightest movement, but let people know in their hearts, these old people, it is not easy!

Below these white-robed old men is a separate stone stair, a woman in a moon-robed skirt, her eyes slightly closed, the breeze blowing, her robes clinging to her delicate body, revealing her perfectly curvy figure. , his eyes moved to the woman's calm and indifferent beautiful cheek, and it was Nalan Yanran!

Although there were nearly a thousand people on the square, there was no sound in the square. Except for the whistling of the wind, there was no strange sound at all.

Occasionally, a slightly stronger wind blew across the square, and immediately, within the eyes, the white robe fluttered, like clouds falling in the sky, such a scene was quite shocking at first glance.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, and then several figures appeared on the top row of seats that were originally vacant.

Among them, there is Ma, the president of the Jiajia Holy City Alchemist Guild, and Mu Chen, who was the grand marshal of the Jiajia Empire at the time, Nalan Jie, the old head of the Nalan family, who is in the limelight, and two church members from the Yunmeng League. host.

These people are the real powerhouses on this huge square. All of them are in the Douhuang realm. If the five Douhuang powerhouses were placed three years ago, they would be enough to subvert the entire Overweight Empire.

At this time, seeing so many distinguished guests coming, the disciples of the Yunlan Sect did not react much, and still sat quietly on the ground. It seemed that they had received the news long ago.

On the stone platform on the highest floor, the eyes of the five Douhuang experts slowly swept across the quiet square, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

In their induction, the nearly 1,000 Yunlan Sect disciples in this square have almost exactly the same breathing rhythm, and their breaths are intertwined with each other. Anything they move will be attacked continuously and violently like a torrential rain. It was almost like one body. In the hands-on room, thousands of people shot together. Even the strong Douhuang had to avoid the edge for a while.

"Yun Lan's religious guidance is really good!" Suddenly, Mu Chen exclaimed in unabashed admiration.

"Um!"

Hearing this, Ma also nodded in agreement and said, "This old man also thinks that if he can teach this kind of disciple, the rules of this Yunlan Sect must be extremely strict!"

"Furthermore, this high-level disciple of Sect Master Yunyun, his cultivation during this period can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. I'm afraid that the Xiao family's juniors have little chance of winning!" Glancing at Nalan Yanran, Mu Chen immediately discovered her cultivation. Change, smacking his tongue again and again.

Hearing the two people's praise for their granddaughter, although Nalan Jie's expression did not change, sitting beside them, his heart was filled with joy.

However, not long after Mu Chen's words fell, another middle-aged man in white armor with a sturdy body on the stone platform opened his mouth to deny Mu Chen's words, saying, "Marshal Mu's words are too old. Early, it's hard to say who wins or loses between these two!"

The person who spoke was the third hall master of the Yunmeng, Yue Yun, who had the highest cultivation level among the five.

Yue Yun has the status of the Hall Master of the Yun League, and is also a middle-level Douhuang powerhouse. His words are naturally very weighty.

"Oh, it seems that Hall Master Yue knows something about this junior of the Xiao family?" Hearing Yue Yun's words, Nalan Jie couldn't help but asked curiously.

"I can only tell you that this junior of the Xiao family has the strength to defeat the eight-star Dou King, so you can wait and see!" Yue Yun said slowly.

"Defeat the power of the eight-star Douwang!"

Hearing what Yue Yun said, except for the other Yunmeng Hall Master, the faces of the other three were full of surprise.

The previous incident of the Xiao family was under the control of the Yunmeng, and it was not widely spread. These people were in the imperial capital and did not know that these things were normal, so after hearing what Yue Yun said, I felt very surprised, but , Since Yue Yun refused to talk about it in detail, several people were also sensible and did not ask again.

Although the five fighting emperors were talking and laughing on the high platform, no sound came into the ears of others.

At this time, the wide square was still very quiet, and time passed quietly in this tranquility.

Above the sky, the huge sun slowly climbed to the top, and the warm sunlight poured down, filling the entire top of the mountain.

At a certain moment, the slight footsteps suddenly sounded quietly from under the bluestone steps outside the square, and the soft sound was transmitted slowly, making the integrated atmosphere in the square change slightly.

In the arena, all the Yunlan Sect disciples opened their eyes and locked their eyes on the bluestone steps. The sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, came from there.

On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran gradually opened her bright eyes, and her eyes stopped there.

Everywhere, for some unknown reason, the heart that was already indifferent, suddenly beat a few times in a disorderly manner.

The footsteps were getting closer and louder, so that more than a dozen white-robed old men on the stone platform also opened their eyes and looked at the same place.

Above the sky, the sun suddenly shone down, and through the cover of misty clouds, it just shot at the end of the stone steps, where a tall and thin figure finally slowly appeared in countless lines of sight.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes in the square, the black-robed youth with a huge black ruler on his back walked up the last steps.

The young man's eyes swept over the disciples of the Yunlan Sect in the huge square without joy or sorrow, and finally stopped on the beautiful woman who also projected a pair of bright eyes on the stone platform.

The footsteps were lightly lifted, then put down, and three steps forward, only the sound of low footsteps drifted in the quiet square.

Three steps down, the young man raised his head, stared at the woman, and said lightly.

"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan!"

(End of this chapter)