Douluo's Golden Saint Cloth

Yun Lan Sect, the most powerful force in the Jia Ma Empire.

It has been passed down for nine generations since the first generation of the sect, Yun Potian.

The eighth generation sect master Yun Shan, the ninth generation sect master Yun Yun, the tenth generation... If nothing else happens, it should be Nalan Yanran who has been recognized by the Life and Death Sect.

This ancient sect stands at the top of the Jia Ma Empire and has been passed down for nearly a thousand years.

If it weren't for the ancestral instruction left by the first generation of sect masters not to interfere with the secular imperial power, I'm afraid that during the past several imperial dynasty changes, the Yunlan Sect would have already captured the entire Gama Empire.

Today, at the foot of Yunlan Mountain, the figure of a young man in black is walking slowly!

At the end of the long steps, there are clouds and mist. Behind the clouds and mist, there is a huge square. The square is completely paved with huge stones of the same color, and it looks simple and majestic.

In the very center of the square, a huge stone monument stands majestically.

On the stone tablet, the names of the previous sect leaders of the Yunlan Sect and those who have made great contributions to the sect are recorded.

Looking around the square, there are nearly a thousand people sitting in it at this time. These people sit in a semicircle. Without exception, they are all wearing moon-white robes, with cloud sword marks on the cuffs.

It swayed gently in the wind, faintly exuding a faint sword intent.

At the top of the square, there are some stone pedestals placed on the steps. The stone pedestals go up step by step. The stone platform on the highest level is currently vacant and no one is sitting on it.

Underneath, there were more than a dozen old men in white robes sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and meditating.

Although these old men do not have any special features on the surface, the robes on their bodies that remain motionless no matter how the mountain wind blows, let people know in their hearts that these old men are not simple!

Below these white-robed old men, there is a separate stone step.

The woman in a moon-white dress closed her eyes slightly, and the breeze blew her hair away from her forehead. It was Nalan Yanran!

Although there were nearly a thousand people in the square at this moment, the place was completely silent. Apart from the whistling of the wind, there was no other sound.

Occasionally, a gust of breeze blew across the square, and suddenly, as far as the eye could see, white robes were fluttering, like clouds falling from the sky. At first glance, it was quite shocking.

From time to time, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, and soon, a figure appeared on the towering tree crown.

Looking up, there are many figures standing on the crowns of some giant trees around the square. Not only Hai Bodong is here, but also Lian Fa Ma, Jia Xing Tian, ​​even Nalan Jie and several other heads of families.

and the juniors are all gathered here.

Obviously, this time, the Yunlan Sect invited quite a few people. It could be said that all the well-known forces within the capital of the Jiama Empire came to watch the ceremony.

The arriving figures did not make any rash noises to break the quiet atmosphere in the square. Although some powerful Yunlan Sect disciples were aware of these arriving guests, they did not react at all.

Sitting on the ground, it seemed that he had received the order a long time ago.

...

Standing on the top of the tree, Hai Bodong's eyes slowly swept across the quiet square, his face slightly solemn.

In his induction, the breathing rhythms of the nearly a thousand Yunlan Sect disciples in the square were actually exactly the same. Their breaths were intertwined with each other. Anywhere they moved would be subject to a continuous and violent attack like a heavy rain!

In other words, the nearly a thousand people in the Yunlan Sect Square have already formed a formation.

Once they join forces to attack, even the strongest Dou Huang warriors will have to avoid the edge temporarily.

"As expected of the Yun Lan Sect." Hai Bodong sighed softly in his heart, and Hai Bodong had to express his admiration!

Turning their heads, Haibodong and Fa Majia Lao looked at each other, and they could see the solemnity in each other's eyes. Obviously, the Yunlan Sect's combined formation also made them fearful.

...

The wide square was silent, and time passed quietly in silence.

Above the sky, the huge sun slowly climbed to the top, and its warm sunlight poured down, filling the entire mountain top.

At a certain moment, subtle footsteps suddenly sounded quietly from under the bluestone steps outside the square. The gentle sound slowly spread up, causing a slight change in the integrated atmosphere in the square.

In the venue, all the Yunlan Sect disciples opened their eyes and locked their sights on the bluestone steps. The sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps came from there.

On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran also gradually opened her bright eyes, and her eyes stopped at that spot. For some reason, her heart, which was already calm, suddenly beat a few times in a disorderly manner.

The footsteps were getting closer and louder, so that a dozen old men in white robes on the stone platform also opened their eyes and looked at the same place.

Far above the sky, the sun suddenly shone down. Through the cover of misty clouds, it happened to hit the end of the stone steps. There, a tall and thin figure finally appeared slowly in countless sights.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes on the square, the young man in black robe carrying a black ruler stepped forward and completed the last step.

The young man's eyes were calm and calm, slowly sweeping across the huge square, and finally stopped on the stone platform, on the beautiful girl who also cast a pair of bright eyes.

He lifted his steps lightly, then put them down, and took three steps forward in this way. Only the low footsteps floated in the quiet square.

After three steps, the young man raised his head, stared at the woman, and spoke lightly.

"Xiao family, Xiao Yan. Come to the appointment!"

The concise and powerful words sounded, and under the infusion of fighting spirit, they slowly echoed throughout the entire Yunlan Mountain!

In the venue, countless Yunlan Sect disciples looked at the young man in black robe at the stone steps with their own different emotions.

The name Xiao Yan was not unfamiliar to them, but this was the first time they saw him in person.

But it can be said that they have no good impressions of Xiao Yan at all.

There was no other reason. The young sect leader, who was regarded as a goddess in his family, had his engagement broken off in front of others, and the Yunlan Sect's name and face were beaten to a crisp in his face.

It would be strange to have different enemies.

As for how much loss Nalan Yanran's visit to break off the engagement would bring to the Xiao family, they didn't care.

He is just a young master from a small family, how can he be worthy of me, the young master of the Yunlan Sect?

break off an engagement?

Isn't that natural?

The strong are respected, who gave you the courage to resist my Yunlan Sect?

Although they don't say it with their mouths, most of them think so in their hearts.

However, today, looking at the young man who remained calm and calm even in the face of the combined momentum of nearly a thousand disciples of the Yunlan Sect, some shrewd disciples, after abandoning those negative emotions, felt a little awe-inspiring in their hearts.

Such an indifferent attitude is not what the Xiao family trash that the brothers and sisters would normally display.

Nalan Yanran stared closely at the slightly thin young man not far away, her eyes resting on that delicate face.

From it, she could vaguely make out the outline of the boy from the past.

It's just that the young man in front of him now no longer has the sharp edge he had back then. Instead, he is calm and restrained with his sharp edge having been sheathed.