On the wild land, the warriors of the Wufeng tribe were trembling wildly, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their whole bodies were cold, and they did not dare to come out.
For this young man in black robe to be treated like this by Shen Tu, his strength is absolutely terrifying.
And from the tone of this young man in black robe, they could tell that he seemed to care a lot about Taiyi Holy Palace.
Could it be that...the Wufeng Clan will cause Wuwu disaster today?
If they had known this earlier, they would not have dared to chase and kill the short-haired young man even if they had ten thousand courages.
"Could he be a disciple of our Holy Palace?"
"No, although our Holy Palace has been inherited for more than a thousand years and is very ancient, it has always been in decline. It is impossible to have such a disciple." The short-haired young man thought to himself.
"Haha... That's not necessary. If Brother Shentu is willing, just let your Chunyang Alliance protect you in the Taiyi Holy Palace."
On the back of the one-horned eagle, Xiao Ye said to Shentu.
"That's easy to talk about. I'll send someone to make arrangements right away." When Shentu saw Xiao Ye, he refused to reveal his relationship with Taiyi Holy Palace and didn't ask any further questions. He said with a smile.
Xiao Ye has no family and no sect. He is so powerful without being baptized by Zhenwu. Now the battle for the quota for Zhenwu baptism is imminent. Which powerful force in Xizhou doesn't want to win over him?
He also acted quickly, otherwise it would be difficult to win over Xiao Ye. Paying a little for Xiao Ye would naturally be nothing.
After all, the mere Windless Clan is nothing to the Chunyang League.
"Thank you very much, Brother Shentu, but I still need to teach Chief Wufeng a lesson." A cold light flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes, and the next moment he disappeared on the back of the one-horned eagle.
Almost at the same time, a golden palm pierced through the void, like a golden hand, indestructible, and directly struck the old man of the Wufeng tribe.
"ah!"
In front of this golden palm, any defense of the old man from the Wufeng tribe was useless, and he was directly defeated. He screamed, his face turned pale, and he spurted blood and flew backwards, completely crushed.
The Imperial Realm that emerged behind him erupted with blazing light, then dimmed like a shooting star.
His cultivation has been ruined.
At this moment, both the Wufeng tribe and the short-haired young man had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
With one move, the old man's cultivation was destroyed. What a terrifying strength this was!
"Go away!"
Xiao Ye seemed to have done something insignificant and said indifferently to the Wufeng clan warrior.
"Yes...yes!"
"Thank you, sir, for not killing me!"
The warriors of the Wufeng tribe dared to talk nonsense at this time. If they were granted amnesty, they picked up the old man whose cultivation was abolished and left through the air as quickly as possible.
"May I ask, sir, does it have anything to do with our Taiyi Holy Palace?"
The short-haired young man looked excited and saluted Ye Xiao with his fists raised.
With one palm, he abolished the martial arts of the Wufeng clan, which was called Huangwu, and with one word, he scared off the warriors of the Wufeng clan. What kind of grace is this?
It’s just that he couldn’t figure out why Xiao Ye wanted to help him and let Chunyang League protect Taiyi Holy Palace?
"Taiyi Holy Palace, I am also a disciple of Taiyi Holy Palace..."
Only then did Xiao Ye's eyes fall on the short-haired young man, and he felt a little sigh in his heart.
Taiyi Holy Palace is very ancient in Zhongzhou in later generations. It has been passed down for more than ten thousand years and is older than the history of the four imperial regions.
When he came to the ancient times, he once deliberately inquired about the Taiyi Holy Palace, but he didn't hear anything.
Unexpectedly, when he accompanied Shentu and the warriors of the Chunyang Alliance on their way to Dongzhou, they met a disciple of the Taiyi Holy Palace.
Even the Wufeng Clan promised to destroy the Taiyi Holy Palace. It seems that the Taiyi Holy Palace is still very weak now. I am afraid that it will take the third emperor of the human race, the Invincible Emperor, to rise strongly.
"Sir, you are actually a disciple of Taiyi Holy Palace?" The short-haired young man's eyes widened.
"Bring these exercises and combat skills to Taiyi Holy Palace and practice them well."
"Being protected by others is far less important than being strong. I hope that one day you can personally destroy the Wufeng Clan."
Xiao Ye sighed, brushed the space ring with his palm, and suddenly five imperial martial arts combat skills and five imperial martial arts skills floated towards the short-haired young man, who subconsciously took it in his hand.
Xiao Ye is full of feelings for Taiyi Holy Palace, but now there is only so much he can do.
"this……"
The short-haired young man opened the book in his hand and was immediately attracted by the exquisite combat skills and exercises in his hand. When he came to his senses again, Xiao Ye's figure had already disappeared.
"Thank you very much. Although I don't know your name, I will remember this kindness and return to the Holy Palace to find the master to find out the name of my benefactor."
The short-haired young man quickly put away his martial arts and combat skills, and disappeared from the spot.
Even Xiao Ye didn't know that the short-haired young man he met in ancient times would later lead to the rise of the entire Taiyi Holy Palace because of his appearance and help.
On the other side, Xiao Ye and Shen Tu rode a single-horned eagle together and flew across the wild land, heading towards Dongzhou.
"Fortunately, there are Chunyang Alliance warriors leading the way. Otherwise, even if I have the map in my hand, it would probably take quite a long time to reach Dongzhou."
On the back of the one-horned eagle, Xiao Ye sat cross-legged, looking at the scenery passing below, with a look of emotion on his face.
In ancient times, there were already formation masters, and the Chunyang League, as one of the top three superpowers in Xizhou, naturally had its own formation masters.
Relying on some simple teleportation bursts, coupled with the extremely fast flight speed of the unicorn eagle, the time for him to travel to Dongzhou was greatly shortened, taking only a month at most.
"Brother Xiao, our Chunyang League plus you, there are a total of eight geniuses this time. We will compete with other forces in the Western Province, and even the forces in the other three major states, for the quota of Zhenwu Baptism."
"Those seven geniuses are already waiting for us to meet up at a branch of the Chunyang League ahead. As long as we pass through the last teleportation formation there, we can reach Dongzhou."
After more than half a month passed, Shentu suddenly said to Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye nodded.
During this period, he also roughly learned about the Chunyang League and the four major states in ancient times from Shentu's mouth.
Although Shentu has a true martial physique and cannot participate in the competition for quotas again, this time he will lead the way.
As he spoke, the endless wild land in front of him finally became populated, and a city full of ancient atmosphere and shaped like an altar appeared in everyone's sight.
In this city, there is a teleportation formation arranged by the Chunyang League. As long as you pass this formation, you can reach Dongzhou, and the seven geniuses of the Chunyang League participating in the Zhenwu Baptism quota competition are already here.
Waited.
However, as everyone approached, a smell of blood rushed towards them, causing Shentu's expression to change drastically, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Lord Shentu, you are finally here, something is wrong, something happened!"
Immediately afterwards, a warrior flew out of the city, his face full of anger. (To be continued)
