God-level Perspective

Chapter 1,725 ​​The Yi Clan and the Taoist Sect!

Holy King Qingye said, "This is Yaochi. Naturally, I, Liu Qingye, will not make it difficult for you Heavenly Palace Masters. I think Holy King Tianhuo should be the same, right?"

Hearing this, Holy King Tianhuo said with a smile: "What Holy King Qingye said is absolutely true. How can there be a fight on the grand day of Yaochi Palace? Even if there is, it is something that happened in Yaochi. I don't know Qingye Can the Holy King agree?"

"Of course I, Liu Qingye, will not object." Holy King Qingye said calmly. However, although these words were said calmly, all the powerful people here knew that these two powerful Holy Kings were inviting a fight. Once At first, that kind of picture was unimaginable.

The eyes of the powerful men seemed a little solemn. A battle between the Holy Kings is rare, but once they fight, the outcome is difficult to predict. As the saying goes, the power of the Holy King is like the wrath of the saint, and heaven and earth must avoid it!

Seeing this, King Fentian sat down with a serious look on his face. As for Ye Han, he would not just let him continue to live.

However, Ye Han also has this idea. For those who want to destroy his entire clan, Ye Han will not let him continue to live in this world!

"It seems that there will be an earth-shattering battle after leaving Yaochi!" Above the main hall, all the powerful men from all sides of the Tianshu Region thought so.

The young man who followed Holy King Qingye was the trigger. He cut off the arm of the young master of Burning Sky Pavilion. Naturally, Burning Sky Pavilion would not just let go of such a big hatred, and Qingye If the Holy King wants to protect that young man, he will definitely fight against the Holy King of Heavenly Fire!

However, just as these thoughts flashed through the minds of the powerful men in the hall, an impressive figure once again arrived outside the hall!

"The strong men from the Yi tribe in Tianxuan Region come to congratulate you, a drop of Golden Crow's blood!" The voice of the master of ceremonies was slightly respectful.

The Yi tribe is one of the twelve ancient tribes. Its strength is unimaginable. It has been inherited for a long time and is one of the most powerful races in the human race. For thousands of years, it has made great achievements in the war against other races. Moreover, Yi The clan's arrow formation is world-famous and can break any defensive formation in the world. The ancestor of the Yi clan even shot and killed nine Golden Crows. You must know that those are the ancient Golden Crows, second only to the existence of the Holy Beast Clan!

"I didn't expect that the Yi tribe was really invited by Yaochi Palace!" The powerful men in the hall were secretly shocked. The powerful Yi tribe, one of the twelve ancient tribes, can be regarded as the top force among the top forces. , such a race with ancient inheritance generally does not walk around the world at will.

At this moment, when they heard about the arrival of the powerful Yi clan, all the powerful people looked sideways. Who would be coming to congratulate the powerful Yi clan?

The four Heavenly Palace Masters stood up to greet them. The power of the Yi Clan was even greater than that of her Yaochi Palace. Although there were many speculations about the strength of the Yi Clan, except for a few people, no one knew what the power of the Yi Clan was. How terrible!

Under the gaze of everyone, two people were strolling outside the hall. They were a middle-aged man and a semi-naked young man. The young man was carrying a long bow with horns on his back. He was very physically fit. Shuo, they walked neither slowly nor fast, with calm expressions, looking straight ahead, with natural smiles in their eyes. Their appearance had attracted the attention of all the powerful people in the hall. The entire hall was at this moment All was silent.

"That's... Yi Hui from the Yi tribe!"

Suddenly, the voice of the Sword Saint King sounded, and he seemed a little surprised and shocked. Yi Hui from the Yi tribe was still their descendant, but at this moment, the middle-aged man with a natural smile in his eyes was already in the realm of the Saint King. !

"Yi Hui!"

Hearing these two words, the eyes of the powerful men in the hall condensed. Obviously, these two words must have left an extremely amazing mark in the history of the human race!

"As expected of the Yi clan!" Saint King Qingye sighed with emotion.

"Friends from the Yi tribe are here to congratulate me. It is a great honor for me in Yaochi Palace!" At this moment, the four heavenly palace masters stopped in front of the powerful Yi tribe. They could not treat the Yi tribe like other top forces.

Hearing this, the strong man from the Yi tribe smiled and said, "Yaochi is very happy. Our Yi tribe has come a little late, so don't be surprised!"

"How dare you, my friends from the Yi tribe, please take a seat!"

Immediately, under the leadership of the four heavenly palace masters, the strong Saint King of the Yi tribe led the half-naked young man to sit cross-legged in front of a table. However, the eyes of the strong men in the hall had not yet opened. Get away from them.

Although the powerful Saint King of the Yi tribe is low-key, the name Yi Hui is definitely a very famous existence. When he first entered the Immortal Realm, he shot and killed a semi-Saint from hundreds of thousands of miles away with an arrow. , thus becoming famous all over the world!

At this moment, the half-naked and muscular young man who can follow Yi Hui is probably a powerful genius of the Yi tribe. Although the Yi tribe is a human race, they have never liked walking in the world. How many powerful people are there among the Yi tribe? Genius, the outside world cannot know it at all. Even if Qianye Tower wants to know the situation of the Yi clan, it is probably a bit difficult!

However, just as the Yi Clan powerhouse was seated, a shocking voice sounded again outside the palace.

"Daoist Master Jiuli of the Dao Sect came to congratulate me, and I gave you a piece of Twelve Pure Jade Bamboo!"

Outside the hall, the voice of the master of ceremonies sounded extremely respectful, because no one knew what the word Daomen represented. It was one of the oldest powers in the Gods and Demons Continent, with a transcendent status, transcending the secular world, and being respected by everyone. !

Hearing these words, the eyes of the powerful men in the main hall were shocked, and they immediately stood up. The eyes that originally fell on the Yi Clan strong men all looked outside the hall. The person who came was a Taoist sect with a transcendent status. There was no room for respect, even the powerful Saint King stood up one after another at this moment.

Including the strong man from the Yi tribe who just sat down, the same is true!

And the four heavenly palace masters once again strolled down from that high position, got up and went to greet him!

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone.

Outside the hall, I saw two Taoists who seemed to have some immortal spirit. They floated over without touching the ground. The old man was an old Taoist priest, and there was a young Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest had a kind face, and his eyes seemed to be able to Insight into all the mysteries of the world, that aura seems to have jumped out of the three realms and is not among the five elements!

The young Taoist priest, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old with a handsome face and a slightly shy face, followed the old Taoist priest like an obedient Taoist boy.

"Jiuli Zhenren!"

Seeing the old Taoist priest who floated over without touching the ground, the shock in the hearts of the powerful men became even more intense. Master Jiu Li was a highly respected and powerful man with a high status and seniority among the Taoist sects of the Central God Realm!

"The four heavenly palaces of Yaochi welcome the real person Jiuli!"

At this moment, when the powerful people in the main hall were shocked, the four heavenly palace masters bowed slightly to the old Taoist priest who looked like an immortal, to show their respect.