After leaving the ancient city, Ye Yun headed all the way to the Hundred Tribes battlefield based on the map display.

The closer you get to the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes, the more heavy the breath is, very bloody, with gloomy coldness.

Ye Yun stood on the wasteland, looking at the distant earth.

The land that stretches for countless thousands of miles is covered in blood.

There is no black soil there, and no yellow soil.

The ground is full of reddish-brown... This is accumulated over the years under the infection of blood.

Ye Yun remembered the words of the old man with a young face and a long hair in Tianji Pavilion.

The old man said that the battlefield of the hundred tribes is actually a huge cage, trapping the powerful people of the hundred tribes to fight.

And the geniuses in Zhonghuang and the elders of many great clans.

Then, in the outside world, watch this bloody battle leisurely.

It’s like appreciating the humble ants fighting and appreciating the fireworks in the troubled times! This is very ungrateful, this is the game of a madman.

However, warriors have always been involved in it, fighting life and death in it.

And there are quite a few people! This seems impossible, but this is the fact that the world of cultivation is so cruel.

In life, even warriors have a lot of helplessness.

Some warriors are desperate, so they are willing to give it a try and gain luck.

Some warriors were captured and fought in blood as family slaves, and they could not help themselves.

Some people are for their family and offspring, such as Ye Yun’s grandfather! Ye Yun’s eyes turned slightly red and a little wet.

He thought of his grandfather, that kind and kind little old man.

For his growth, I set foot in such a place just to ask for precious blood and refine his body! "Grandpa... I don't know, you are still safe!"

Ye Yun sighed slightly, after calming down his emotions, he walked to the entrance of the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes.

At the entrance is a huge city.

There are heavy troops here, and there are many powerful warriors in the city.

This should be one of the industries under a large family.

Otherwise, such a notorious existence would not last for so long.

"Is the Zhou family in Buzhou Mountain?"

Ye Yun's eyes flashed slightly, and he noticed the flag swaying above the giant city.

He recognized this flag! Although he was also unfamiliar with it, he had indeed seen it.

Ye Wushuang's second clone comes from this semi-imperial clan, right?

!I have to say that body is very strong.

From the side, it is enough to show the profoundness of this semi-imperial clan.

A powerful family is often more likely to have geniuses.

Ye Wushuang's clone is just an abandoned son of the Zhou family in Buzhou Mountain! If he were the real core child of the Zhou family, how strong would he be?

How terrifying is your strength?

This is immeasurable! Ye Yun stood on the battlefield of the hundreds of tribes, and he showed the Secretariat Order.

The expressions of the warriors guarding the giant city changed, and they naturally recognized the token in Ye Yun's hand.

This is the Zhongshuling, who is a symbol of status in the battlefield of hundreds of races, and is not something that ordinary people can possess.

"Zhongshu Ling?

I wonder which friend is here?"

A magnificent voice sounded, although vicissitudes of life, but full of energy.

Immediately afterwards, the void moved slightly, and a figure suddenly appeared.

“The speed is terrible.”

Ye Yun's hair was dancing and was blown by the scattered hurricane.

This seems to suddenly appear in the void, and is a secret technique of void, walking through the void.

But in fact, it is not. This is a manifestation of the speed to a certain extent! It is just that the speed is too fast, and the naked eye, soul, etc. cannot be captured.

Therefore, this scene appeared in front of me! The warrior who broke through the air was an old man, wearing a python suit, elegant and luxurious.

"Which family are you descendants?"

The old man in the python costume looked at the Zhongshu Ling in Ye Yun's hand, and his eyes flashed.

Is this from Tianji Pavilion?

"It is not a descendant of someone's family, but a gift from an old man from Tianji Pavilion."

Ye Yun was very straightforward. He didn't hide it and pretended to be profound.

This is the industry of the Buzhou Mountains, the Zhou family, and it can be said that it has a wide range of hands and eyes.

If you want to check it, you can find it out in one go, but you can't hide it at all.

"Tianji Pavilion..." The old man in the python dress pondered for a moment and shot Ye Yun a few more eyes.

Tianji Pavilion is a huge force, and even the imperial clan dare not offend easily.

The elder of such a force actually gave up all the Secretariat in his hand.

It can be imagined that its level of caution.

He didn't know how deep the relationship between Ye Yun and the Elder of Tianji Pavilion was.

However, it’s nothing, so it’s better not to provoke it.

Ye Yun also looked at the old man in the python, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

This old man is very strong, far above the Tianxuan Realm, and at least the fifth level of Tianxuan Realm.

With his current strength, he can at most kill warriors in the two levels of the Heavenly Profound Realm.

No matter how strong you are, you are no longer an opponent.

It is no exaggeration to say that this old man was enough to beat him! Even in front of this old man, he had no room for escape.

Ye Yun felt shocked. This place was not considered a real middle wasteland.

But there have been many people who are enough to kill him.

He felt a sense of pressure! In Zhonghuang, he could only speak with his strength and fists. His strength was not enough, he needed to improve and evolve.

"I wonder why my friend came to this battlefield of hundreds of tribes, why did he do?"

The old man in the python costume asked this.

"Look for one person."

"who?"

"Ye Litian!"

"Who are you?"

The old man in the python suit twitched, a little unnatural.

Ye Yun naturally noticed this subtle change, and he looked strange.

Could it be that this old man in the python costume knows his grandfather?

He felt more and more confused. What was his grandfather and his parents’ origin?

He felt more and more that his relatives were of great origin and were not ordinary families at all.

In fact, when he got the original true bone, he had already made some guesses.

I just didn't dare to make assertions.

"Ye Litian..." The old man in the python dress pondered for a moment.

"He and I were old friends, and he is now on the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes. If the little friend wants to see him, I can take you to see you!"

"real?

He is really here?"

Ye Yun's words were filled with a hint of surprise.

He had no hope at all, but now he didn't expect that he could meet his grandfather again.

They have been separated for many years and are about to meet again after a long time. They feel a little nervous and nervous.

"Yes, that's right, my friend, please come here!"

The old man in the python server made a "please" gesture.
To be continued...