Chapter 626 Ancient Remnants

But they couldn't hate Ye Yang anymore.

Modern warriors have a strong worship of the strong.

In Yang Mo's opinion, Ye Yang deserves his respect by defeating him head-on.

Respect for the strong is the last word of modern warrior civilization.

"Oh? Do you want to answer my question?" The old fog demon's playful voice came from the fog.

He obviously noticed Yu Qiu next to Ye Yang, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Yu Qiu is indeed an acquaintance, but only an acquaintance.

How can acquaintances have fun with these outsiders?

"If you answer the question correctly, what's the reward?" Ye Yang glanced at the grateful girl and asked casually.

The old fog demon smiled slightly, "Then you can pass through the fog valley."

"If you answer the question correctly, I will give you a token, and holding the token will disperse the miasma and fog."

"Okay, you can ask." Ye Yang said with flickering eyes.

A wretched and hoarse laughter came from the fog, "Excuse me, what ancient relics were there on the land of Guhua 530 years ago?"

This question was thrown, and the audience suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone, you stare at me, I stare at you with big eyes and small eyes, and I don't understand what Lao Wu Yao asked.

The word "Guhua" is easy to understand, and it should refer to the ancient country.

What does the ancient family mean? Race left over from ancient times?

A large group of people, including Wei Dan, were quite puzzled.

They are all elite backbones in various sects, and they are usually strictly required to read some ancient books by the sect.

I don't want to remember anything, but I want to have a clearer understanding of the ancient background.

But even they don't know what ancient relics are.

Besides, you also mentioned an accurate time of five hundred and thirty years. What if a certain ancient relic was annihilated at this time?

"You have a quarter of an hour to answer this question." The old fog demon said slowly without making things too difficult.

"A quarter of an hour?" Ye Yang shook his head.

The old fog demon thought he gave up directly, and said displeasedly, "Is it too short?"

"No, a quarter of an hour is too long, I can give the answer now." Ye Yang chuckled.

"Five hundred years ago, it was called Jingu. At that time, there were many sects and sects on the land of ancient China, and there were still many ancient relics in the deep mountains and valleys and inaccessible places."

"On the coast of the East China Sea, there are sea barbarians."

"Under the Dragon Vessel Mountain, there is a mountain spirit family."

"In the Qiangzhou Valley, there are Qiongqi's relics."

"..."

Ye Yang spoke in a straight-forward manner, and he did not need the slightest recollection or thinking to speak.

"By the way, five hundred and thirty years ago, it happened to be the year when the Shanling family was wiped out. I'm right."

Ye Yang chuckled lightly and looked at the mist that enveloped the old fog demon.

The fog was white before, but now the color of the fog is changing wildly, until Ye Yang stopped to ask the old fog demon, it slowly turned white.

Yu Qiu next to him watched, secretly shocked.

Of course others don't know what the color change of the fog means to the old fog demon, but she, an old acquaintance, knows it all.

The faster the color changes, the more shocked and excited the old fog demon is.

Obviously, Ye Yang's words completely surprised the old fog demon.

Not only him, but all the young warriors under the stage were shocked at the same time.

Are there so many things we don't know in the ancient world?

Haiman, mountain spirit, or even Qiongqi in myth?

It's just... it's just too awesome!

Yang Mo's eyes even showed a yearning color.