outside world.

In short, it has been three days since the great geniuses in the ancient martial arts world entered the retreat holy land.

However, on Duanfeng Mountain, there are still many warriors from the ancient martial arts world gathered.

Of course, compared with the holy land of the founder of the Martial Saint on Duanfeng Mountain three days ago, about half of the people were missing. After some small sects learned that there was no hope of entering the holy land of the retreat, they also felt that it was meaningless to stay and waste it, and they all left one after another.

At this time, in addition to the leaders of powerful families, holy places, and sects, there are also some ancient martial artists who are determined to watch the last lively event.

They were just curious about which genius disciple got the most opportunities in this seclusion holy land, and which genius disciple could dominate the world and soared into the sky from now on.

"I think Young Master Xuanyuan will definitely be the leader! The number one person on the Hip Dragon List, and the bloodline of the imperial clan awakens. Who can compete with such a terrifying bloodline?"

"The Qilin son of the Xuanyuan family is not necessarily weaker than Xuanyuan Yanhuang. Qilin has a noble fate, and maybe he will get the best opportunity. Qilin represents auspiciousness and will also bring him good luck."

"Don't forget that Ye Junlang, the grandson of Ye Wusaint, also entered the seclusion holy land. Think about how handsome Ye Wusaint was to surround the ancient martial arts world back then? How could Ye Junlang be the grandson of Ye Wusaint? I think Ye Junlang might be able to defeat all the geniuses and continue the legend of Ye Wusaint back then!"

In the peripheral area, there are still many ancient martial artists discussing enthusiastically. The curiosity of each martial artist is inevitably analyzing and discussing.

The night in the seclusion holy land was surging, and dark clouds were pressing against the sky, and the weather outside was the same.

Seeing the dark clouds and strong winds that night, many ancient martial artists were prepared accordingly and began to prepare to set up tents to avoid being poured into chicken soup after the storm comes.

Old man Ye was still sitting on the ground on an open space, looking leisurely and contented.

The time we get along these days has made the ancient martial artists on the scene know that the rumored Ye Wusheng is actually an old man without any airs. He is still addicted to drinking. As long as there is fine wine, Old Man Ye will come and have a happy conversation.

Whether it is martial arts, today's world, or even women, Old Man Ye can show you a good reputation, which makes many warriors burst into laughter. He only thinks that Old Man Ye is worthy of being a martial saint who came out of civilians or ordinary warriors. This attitude is completely different from those holy-level strong men in those aristocratic families and holy places.

Occasionally, some great figures from the ancient martial arts world, such as Bai Xiannian, Gu Xiangtian, Dan Tai Qingfeng, etc., will come to talk to Old Man Ye. Although they are already saints now, they know that there are some martial arts problems that they are not as proficient as Old Man Ye, and they will come to ask for advice humbly.

As for Xuanyuan Wulie of the Xuanyuan family, he gathered with Ji Wudao, the head of the Shangguan family and others. Xuanyuan Wulie's eyes occasionally looked at Old Man Ye, and his eyes seemed to have an obscure meaning in his eyes.

Rumble!

At this time, a thunder sounded above the sky, and then a lightning bolt illuminated the entire sky.

It seems that tonight will definitely be a stormy night.

"It's raining and mother wants to get married, it's helpless." Old Man Ye suddenly sighed. He narrowed his old eyes and looked forward, and said to himself, "What should be coming will always come! This time, I'm afraid I really have to exercise this old bone seriously."

As he said that, Old Man Ye looked at Duanfeng Mountain and took out the cliff that opened the entrance to the holy land of retreat. A trace of solemnity and expectation appeared in the old eyes, and murmured: "Three days have passed, and when the dragon rises, there will be disaster. Brother Ye, you must survive this disaster. After being killed, you will live. Only after experiencing the true fire can the real gold and the dragon soar in the wild! Not only you, the old man will also face a life-and-death disaster, but since the old man has promised you, he will never go back on his word. When you come out, the old man will have a good drink with you."

Old Man Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at a short peak in the distance. He picked up the wine pot on his waist, raised his head and took a breath, let out a sip of turbid air, laughed, and said, "Li Bai's hundred poems on wine fighting, let's see how many great heads I can get in one sip of wine!"

After saying that, the old man went down the mountain with his domineering pride and disappeared without a trace of people in his blink of an eye.

At the same time, in one of the short peaks guarding south of Duanfeng Mountain, a general trend of resonance with heaven and earth is spreading.

Within the entire Duanfeng Mountain terrain, the strong wind was like a dragon, soaring upwards. The wind moved and the clouds surged, and even the thick layer of dark clouds in the sky surged and stirred up, forming a meteorological wonder, as if a cloud dragon was stirring the storm of the world.

In Duanfeng Mountain, not only were the Saint-level powerhouses of all forces, but also ordinary ancient martial artists sensed an invisible pressure on their heads, as if a huge rock was blocked between their hearts.

That was the pressure of the invisible general trend, sweeping across the entire Duanfeng Mountain!

Bai Xiannian, Gu Xiangtian, Dan Tai Qingfeng and others couldn't help but stand up suddenly, turned to look south, and a trace of solemnity appeared in their eyes.

Xuanyuan Wulie also stood up, a cold light flashed deep in his eyes. He said slowly: "Everyone, the battle in the retreat holy land is coming to an end. In order for the terrain formation of the retreat holy land to recover independently, I hope you will be at ease and stay here to join forces to deal with the unexpected situation of the retreat holy land. Otherwise, with my strength, if any accident occurs when the terrain formation is revived independently, it will not be suppressed. The young disciples inside will be worried about their lives."

Xuanyuan Wulie said this in a tactful way, and his secret intention was actually to warn Bai Xiannian and others that there was clearly a saint-level powerhouse in the south that stirred up the storm of the world. Ye Wusheng went alone, and the rest were not allowed to go to help, just watch the events!

Dan Tai Qingfeng and others looked silent. They could hear another meaning from Xuanyuan Wulie, but what Xuanyuan Wulie said on the surface was indeed the case.

According to their prior deduction, the opening and maintenance of the retreat holy land shall not exceed five days, and will only be advanced and will not be delayed.

Once the retreat holy land is closed again, the terrain formation arranged by the founder of the Martial Saint will be restarted again, opening up a path from the retreat holy land to the outside world.

However, the terrain formation contains the power of heaven and earth, which is extremely dangerous. In case of precautions, strong men from major forces need to be guarded to avoid unexpected situations.

After all, those who enter the retreat holy land are their genius disciples, and no accidents are allowed.

From this point of view, if someone really wants to design a deal with Ye Wusheng, then the choice of time will definitely be just right.

Southeast, the finishing touch peak, the top.

The old Taoist wearing a shabby Taoist robe stared at the surging clouds in the sky with his eyes. He was calculating something. Two lightnings suddenly burst out from his turbid old eyes, and he said to himself: "The sky is in a strange phenomenon, the clouds are surging like dragons, and the dragon and snake are about to rise, just waiting to swallow the dragon! At that time, all the great ways that the Tao seeks will be accomplished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist suddenly sensed a supreme trend rising into the sky. He looked to the south, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then said to himself: "In this formation, besides targeting Ye Wusheng, who in the world has such qualifications? Unexpectedly, Ye Wusheng is also caught in the killing disaster! This old man Wu's temper is the same as in previous years. He knows that the killing disaster, but still walks in the disaster. He is also admired by his proud Taoist!"

East.

An old man with white hair and a transcendent temperament had a slightly drooping eyes, but suddenly he couldn't help but open his eyes and turned his head to look south.

"Is this formation going to deal with Ye Wusheng? There is a killing disaster in the holy land of seclusion, but I never thought that there will be a killing disaster outside, and it will be targeted at Ye Wusheng! But I don't know if Ye Wusheng's fists can rush over this disaster!"

On the ground in front of the old man, a chessboard was drawn. On the chessboard, several chess pieces were already accumulating momentum, as if waiting for the final opportunity to arrive.

There is murderous aura in the chessboard.
Chapter completed!