The ancestral peak is surrounded by clouds and mist.

The ancient spiritual energy spreads, which makes this mountain range have a majestic atmosphere.

The phantoms of the two clan elders were still quietly projecting in the void. However, they seemed to be closing their eyes to rest, and their long white beards were sometimes dancing with the wind, and their fairy style was the bones.

At the top of the mountain, located in front of the Shiting Ancestral Temple, there are still countless upper and lower tribes gathered here, and they are also nervously waiting for the trial to end.

Especially the people from the lower tribe, they have to look nervous and look forward to it. Because, if the disciples in the clan can obtain opportunities and fortunes in the ancestral land, they may soar into the sky and become an exception and enter the upper tribe.

Then, these lower tribes will also gain endless resources.

Located on the side of Zu Peak, here are the people of the lower tribe of Yancheng. Because Ye Han offended Ye Lingxiao, they have been troubled by the upper tribe in the past two months.

Some disciples of the upper tribe confronted each other, which caused Yancheng to be rejected, and even some lower tribes kept a distance from them.

"I don't know how Han'er is doing."

Ye Xiaotian looked a little worried.

"Don't worry, that kid has always been cautious and nothing can happen."

Ye Baili comforted in a deep voice.

However, even though that is the case, the people of the Yancheng tribe are still worried. Although Ye Han is the champion of the Dan Emperor Association and has a place in the upper tribe, he is not allowed to be besieged in his ancestral land.

Bang bang!

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the entire stone pavilion vibrated violently, and the spiritual positions of the heads and elders of the Leaf tribes in the middle of the stone pavilion began to shake.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, all the tablets burst out with dazzling golden light.

"Um?!"

The two clan elders suddenly opened their eyes, as if they had a premonition and looked at each other.

"Old clan, what's wrong?"

The patriarch Ye Xuantian asked hurriedly.

"Is the ancestral artifact going to return to our clan?"

Two old voices echoed in everyone's ears like bombs. There seemed to be some unconcealed excitement and turmoil in this voice.

Wow!

In an instant, Zu Feng rioted!

"Someone really found the ancestral weapon?"

"Who is it?"

“…”

Countless tribes were shocked to discuss.

"Who else can I have besides Ye Lingxiao? He has the Nine Yang Divine Vein, and only he can find the ancestral weapon of our clan!"

An elder said in a deep voice, it was obvious that the elder was from Ye Lingxiao's camp.

"Indeed, the only genius in our clan who awakens the divine veins in hundreds of years is not comparable to a champion of the Dan Emperor Association!"

An elder echoed, and his eyes were still mocking at the Yancheng tribe.

It is obvious that over the past few days, Ye Han returned to the Ye clan as the champion of the Dan Emperor Association, which indeed posed a threat to Ye Lingxiao's status. Therefore, they would sarcastically speak out. After all, they still discriminate against the disciples of the lower clan.

Ye Xuantian was also very excited. If he could find the ancestral weapon, then their Ye clan's status in Qingzhou would be incomparable, and even the other major families were far from able to compete with them!

Buzz ~

While everyone was waiting anxiously, the Tai Chi disc inside the stone pavilion rotated and turned into a whirlpool tunnel again, and the ancient and vast aura surged out from it.

Brush!

At this time, figures burst out from the black hole and landed on the Zu Peak, looking around with confusion.

"Class leader!"

Ye Tian took the lead in walking towards the place where the Tianyong City tribes gathered and bowed.

"you……"

The head of Tianyong City was stunned, then took a deep breath and clapped his hands repeatedly,

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Because, the sun aura on Ye Tian’s body has broken through the middle stage of the Spirit Realm!

On the side, the rest of the tribe also cast envious eyes. With Ye Tian’s talent and performance, he might be able to get the final selection quota of the three major sects!

"Dad"

Ye Han walked towards Ye Xiaotian with a smile.

"It's good that you kid are fine!"

Ye Xiaotian limped, looked at Ye Han all over, and slapped Ye Han's broad palm on Ye Han's shoulder with a smile on his face.

And in the crowd, Ye Lingxiao's temperament was unparalleled, as if he was standing out in the crowd. At this moment, almost everyone's eyes fell on him, and he was looking forward to it.

Because everyone was nervously waiting for the moment when he took out his ancestral weapon!

"Ling Xiao, where is the ancestral weapon?"

Ye Xuantian said with a fiery look.

However, all everyone saw was Ye Lingxiao's face that gradually solidified asphalt.

"The ancestor artifact is here."

A faint voice came out.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a golden spear's light bloomed like a sun, rising in Ye Han's hand. An indescribable ancient wave caused waves of golden spiritual power to spread on the ancestral peak.

"this……"

The pupils of the two clans shrank.

Their face shook, and their eyes burst out with splendor, as if they were about to penetrate the void and landed on the golden gun.

Jiuyang Spear!

It is indeed the ancestral weapon of our clan!

Ye Xuantian and others were also stunned in place like clay sculptures. The elder who had ridiculed Yancheng before was even more blushing and ashamed at this moment. Unexpectedly, it was not Ye Lingxiao who found the ancestral weapon.

But, Ye Han, the tribe under Yancheng!

"Ye Han found his ancestral weapon. Wouldn't he be overwhelmed by Ye Lingxiao in the future?"

"Shhh, whisper..."

“…”

A burst of discussion broke out around him, and these extremely harsh sounds came into Ye Lingxiao's ears. However, Ye Lingxiao was still expressionless, but the murderous aura hidden deep in his eyes became stronger and stronger!

For the first time, he felt a sense of shame that he had lost all his face and was trampled on his head!

Ye Han waved his sleeves, and the Nine Yang Spear fell into his palm again. He immediately looked at Ye Lingxiao with provocation. Isn’t this feeling of losing all face?

Not far away, Ye Xuantian walked towards Ye Han, and there seemed to be a little more appreciation and respect in his eyes.

Even the elders behind him had to bow to Ye Han, not daring to neglect them.

Holding this ancestral weapon, even if the patriarch sees it, he must be respectful!

"I announce that the training resources of the disciples of the Yancheng clan will be increased ten times the time in the future!"

Ye Xuantian said loudly.

Wow!

There was an uproar around, and countless disciples from the lower tribe cast envious eyes.

This treatment is too generous!

At this time, the two old clans looked down at all the students who were assessed and said in a deep voice,

"In view of Ye Han's outstanding performance in the Yancheng lower tribe this time, we decided to give half of the last ten places to the upper tribe and half to the lower tribe as a reward to the lower tribe."

"The tribe under Tianyong City, Ye Tian."

"Yuhua City Clan, Ye Qing."

"Ye Hongyi..."

"Ye Fan..."

"Yelong..."
Chapter completed!