Not only did this master have murderous intentions towards Yu Wen Zhouyuan and his party, but the other members of the Scale Horn clan also wanted to kill Yu Wen Zhouyuan and the others to pay homage to the younger masters of the Scale Horn clan who had been killed.
"What you said is wrong. We, the Scale Horn Clan, are competing, not challenging. Let's compare our strength and make progress together. We are all noble people. There is no need to fight and kill. Of course, it is just a competition.
It is inevitable that there will be accidents, but I believe that our younger generation of experts in the Dragon League will not let those accidents happen." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a faint smile.
"Confidence is a good thing, but excessive confidence is arrogance. As for the outcome, it depends on the specific battle results." The master who was at the peak of the late True Saint stage said coldly.
"Haha, how about the two of us fight first and have an opening ceremony of a competition?" Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his attention to him.
Hearing that this master at the peak of the late stage of True Saint hesitated, he already knew from the pseudo-fairyland master of the Scale Horn tribe that Yuwen Zhouyuan was extremely powerful. Most masters at the peak of the late stage of True Saint were no match for him, and even some extremely powerful masters were no match for him.
Old antique characters are no match for Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Although he wanted to teach Yuwen Zhouyuan a lesson, he was hesitant because it was dangerous.
"Let's forget it! You can't let people say that I, a senior, bullied you, a junior." This expert from the Scale Horn Tribe, who is at the peak of the late True Saint stage, smiled and said, speaking with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he was thinking about Yuwen Zhouyuan.
He looked like he was really afraid of being gossiped about.
"In that case, just say less and let the younger generation of masters from your Scale Horn clan fight! Otherwise, I would have thought that you were itching in your heart and wanted to fight." Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled faintly and said:
Very peaceful look.
Who would fight with you when they have nothing to do? This master of the late stage of the True Saint of the Scale Horns thought in his mind, but of course he did not say it out loud. He knew that he was no match for Yuwen Zhouyuan in terms of words, and then he gave it to the Scale Horns around him.
The younger generation of the tribe winked and asked them to go up and fight.
An extremely smart guy suddenly flew out and landed on the competition stage. He glanced at the ten younger masters of the Dragon League and said with great aura: "Human race, which one of you?"
Dare to come up and fight?"
The ten younger masters of the Dragon League looked at each other but did not go up. They turned to look at Yu Wen Zhouyuan, as if it was Yu Wen Zhouyuan's idea.
"Chi..." Yu Wen Zhouyuan laughed out loud, "With your level of cultivation, any of the ten people in our Human Race Dragon Alliance would dare to fight you. If you really think that with only half a step of true sainthood,
If your mid-level cultivation is enough to compete with our Xiliang masters who are at the peak of the Half-step True Saint, I will grant your wish."
After hearing this, the master from the Scale Horn clan turned extremely red and hesitated. He didn't say a word for a long time. He looked at the ten younger masters from the Dragon League and quickly flew down from the competition platform in shame.
His strength is only at the middle stage of the True Half-step True Saint, and among the people in Xiliang, those with the lowest cultivation level are at the peak of the Half-step True Saint. He is simply looking for death.
"What a fool, he has no brains at all. He is indeed an outstanding young master of the Scale Horn Clan!" After seeing the young man flying down, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to be saying to himself, but everyone here is...
He was a master with amazing ears, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's words fell into their ears word for word.
The two masters who were at the peak of the late True Saint stage who assisted Yu Wen Zhouyuan glanced at Yu Wen Zhouyuan and thought to themselves: This kid Yu Wen Zhouyuan is really bad.
The faces of the five masters of the late stage True Saints of the Scale Horns were extremely ugly, and the faces of the others were also ugly, especially the younger masters of the Scale Horns. Just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan took the opportunity to mock them, and of course they felt uncomfortable.
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At this time, a master from the late stage True Saint of the Scale Horns suddenly took action, and the younger master from the Scale Horns who had just flown down from the competition stage was imprisoned.
"Bang..." Powerful power burst out, and the younger master of the Scale Horn Tribe was reduced to a pile of minced meat.
"He's just a lunatic. He just ruined the atmosphere. I hope Deputy Leader Yuwen can understand." The master of the late stage True Saint of the Scale Horn Clan said very plainly. Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong, there was something deep in his eyes.
Flashing with cold light, I wish I could tear Yuwen Zhouyuan into pieces.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and an inexplicable chill arose in the hearts of the younger masters of the Scale Horn Clan.
However, the younger masters of the Dragon League admired Yuwen Zhouyuan. He was worthy of being the number one among the younger generation. Not only was he extremely powerful, but he was also very eloquent. He just wanted to kill someone with his words.
The fate of the younger generation of our clan, strong man!
Yuwen Zhouyuan was stunned. He did not expect that the other party would be so cruel and would not give him any verbal advantage.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said: "I admire you, the Scale Horns are indeed a powerful race. The death of a young expert from the Scale Horns is just a common occurrence. I think it doesn't matter even if dozens of them die."
Hearing this, the master who was at the peak of the late stage of the True Saint of the Scale Horn Clan was filled with hatred. This boy suddenly pushed him to the forefront. Although the younger masters today would not say anything, they still felt in their hearts.
Definitely not happy.
"Which one of you will go up and learn about the strength of the younger generation of experts from the Dragon League?" Knowing that he could not speak to Yu Wen Zhouyuan, he was afraid that Yu Wen Zhouyuan's few words would really stir up the conflict, so he quickly changed the subject and said.
After his words fell, no one from the younger generation of the Scale Horn clan moved, as if they had not heard anything. They all came from some powerful forces in the Scale Horn clan. The backstage was very tough and naturally they were not afraid of offending a master who was at the peak of the late stage of the True Saint.
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"Well, hurry up and one of you can let the younger generation of experts from the Dragon Alliance know the strength of our younger generation from the Scale Horn Tribe. Otherwise, they won't even know what kind of level their own strength is." Seeing the atmosphere, the other person felt a little embarrassed.
A master at the peak of the late True Saint stage of the Scale Horn Clan quickly said to smooth things over.
The face of the peak late-stage true saint of the Scale Horn tribe may not be given, after all, he offended them, but the face of the peak late-stage true saint master must be given, because he took up the element of righteousness as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Hmph." A young master from the Scale Horn Clan who was at the peak of the early True Saint stage looked at the master who was at the peak of the Late Stage True Saint stage of the Scale Horn Clan with a very unhappy look. Then he snorted coldly and took a step forward.
, traveled through space and suddenly appeared on the competition stage.
"Badaluo, who is willing to fight me at the late stage of the sixth level of True King Peak?" Badaluo glanced at the ten younger masters of the Dragon League and said.
Badalo stood on the competition stage, wearing black armor. The black light was flowing on the armor. It was obvious at a glance that he had strong defense power. The sharp thorns on the armor made people's hearts tremble.
"Phew..." A sword came from nowhere and suddenly appeared on the competition stage, floating in the void out of thin air, emitting a faint light.
At this time, a figure flew out from the hands of the ten masters of the Dragon Alliance and fell down. It was as light as a feather and stepped lightly on the sword with its toes, as if it was afraid of breaking the long sword.
This is a woman, wearing a white embroidered dress, with an indescribable appearance. She seems to be an immortal in the sky. The way she looks like her feet are on the sword is even more ethereal, as if she is about to take advantage of it at any time.
The wind flew away and entered the heavenly palace.
"Xiliang, Feng Jiuniang, come here to learn from me." The woman said softly, her tone was neither cold nor hot, and she looked very serious.
Yes, this woman is the only one among the young generation who came to the Scale Horn continent this time, excluding Yang Liuqing, Feng Jiuniang. Her strength has also reached the peak of the True Saint Early Stage. The two of them are at the same level, and no one will say anything when they fight.
What.
"Very good, let me see the strength of the younger generation of masters from your Dragon League." Badalo said while staring at Feng Jiuniang.
After speaking, the whole person disappeared. Suddenly, he appeared five or three feet in front of Feng Jiuniang. He punched out without any fancy, billowing black energy enveloped his fist, and a powerful force came from him.
His fist burst out, causing the whole space to tremble, and the air in front of the fist was almost compressed into substance.
Badalo's punch was so powerful that some of the weaker people around him felt the powerful force coming from them, and their faces hurt. There were also blood marks on the faces of some Scale Horn clan members.
It is an attack formed by drawing the air with great force.
Feng Jiuniang stood motionless in the void. The wind from the fist blew, making her long white dress rustle. Her black hair was a little messy, and she looked as if a fairy had fallen into the dust.
Just as Feng Jiuniang was about to be bombarded into pieces by Badalo's powerful punch, suddenly, the sword at Feng Jiuniang's feet suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
After punching out, Badalo felt a warning in his heart. He sensed a danger approaching, as if he would encounter a huge crisis if he really punched out. Regarding his feelings, Badalo felt that he was in danger.
Darlow was so convinced that he quickly retracted his fist and at the same time moved his feet backwards, retreating a distance of thirty feet.
Seeing this scene, many people were puzzled. They didn't know what was going on? Could it be that they were releasing water? This thought actually appeared in the minds of some Scale Horn clan members.
At this time, an astonishing scene occurred. When Badalo had just left that position, a sword light slashed down directly, and the space was divided into two halves, which looked very neat.
Seeing this scene, many people took a breath of cold air, and even Badalo had cold sweat on his forehead. If it weren't for his keen senses, his entire body might have been split in half.
The sword light turned and stabbed straight towards Badalo. It was very fast, as if it had traveled through space. It was in front of Badalo and stabbed towards his eyebrows.
"Using the sword with one's heart, at such a young age, one has actually reached the state of wielding the sword with one's heart. It is indeed terrifying. Xiaoyao Sect's sword-wielding techniques are indeed well-deserved." A master at the peak of the late True Saint stage next to Yuwen Zhouyuan said.