Martial Peak

After the completion of the three, I begged for a few monthly tickets... In the main hall of the bamboo festival, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou looked at the two people behind Yang Kai’s face.

“Is there any opinion?” One of the people who seemed to be dying, snorted, and a huge sense of God suddenly swept out.

Feeling the power contained in this god, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou changed their minds, and this realized that these two guys who are going to be wooden are not mediocrity.

This kind of extraordinary knowledge is enough to sweep away the small forces in the entire Beicheng District.

Quickly converge on the look, panic and waved: "Don't dare not!"

"Go!" Yang opened his hand.

Didn't see the movements of the two tower-like men behind him, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou were wrapped in a force, and instantly disappeared into the hall, leaving only a faint **** smell in the air.

After the song Gao Yi and Shadow Nine disappeared, Yang Kaicai smiled slightly.

It’s been five days since I got them to follow.

The two blood servants were seriously injured, and it was only in the bed to heal the wounds, but Yang Kai turned a deaf ear to their physical condition. It seems that they would die as soon as they were, and they were given them wherever they went.

In the past five days, Yang Kai did not talk to them and never gave them any instructions.

But what makes Yang Kaixin happy is that he did not feel the slightest intolerance from the look of Qu Gaoyi and Shadow Nine, and he did not mean anything unwilling.

Now they can exert their strengths less than 30% of the peak. But the small forces that are going to sweep the capital of the capital are no big problem.

There is no time, Yang Kai originally wanted Pang Chi and Mu Nandou to slowly erode those small forces that can move, but the battle for the battle will begin soon, and he can't wait so much.

In desperation, the two blood waiters were dispatched to help them.

Standing up, Yang Kaichong waited for another bamboo festival on the side to help the high-level: "Take me to your warehouse."

"Yes!"

The bamboo festival helped to eat away two small forces, and in addition to Yang Kai's request, he purchased a lot of materials for the alchemy refining device. All are now stored in the warehouse.

Yang Kaijin made a turn inside and walked out again. There was a lot of good things in the black book space.

Counting a large number of materials sent by Yangzhen, the elders' hall, five days ago. Yang Kai’s storage is now small and large.

The efficiency of the Presbyterian Church was quite high. On the same day, Yang Kai only said that all the remaining credits were converted into materials, and things were done that night.

Looking at the rich materials of the two carriages. Both Yang Kai and his two old family members were taken aback.

Those materials are all good things above the heavenly level, and even one tenth of them are Xuan grades, and each of the alchemy refiners is half!

Fortunately, the Yang family has a strong foundation, otherwise it will not be able to produce so much material.

Yang Yingfeng did not expect that Yang Kai would have such a big credit after he exchanged two blood servants.

Yang Kai did not think of himself.

The father and son stayed for a while before returning to God. Now these things are all in the black book space.

"Let Pang Chi continue to collect materials, and if I have enough, I will send it to the War City." Yang opened his mouth and took a big step with his hands.

Battle City! It is a city built by Yang Jia for the battle of the battle. The distance is only a hundred miles away.

"Yes!" The top of the bamboo gang screamed.

When Yang drove away, he felt a little confused. How did the son come out in the storeroom and then came out? It seems that nothing has been taken.

The probe sneaked into the ground, and the man suddenly became scared and savage.

The materials originally placed in the warehouse. At this moment, all of them disappeared.

This...how can this be a good wow... Three days later, Yang Jia sacrificed the rooftop.

A majestic building stands, the ground is flat and flat, and a red soft blanket has been laid on it. The roof is magnificent, and two huge stone pillars go straight into the sky. On the stone pillars, the dragons are carved, and the various patterns on the phoenix for nine days are vivid.

Cloudless, blue sky, the wind whistling, blowing the Yang family's blood red banner, hunting and hunting.

Nearly a thousand Yang Jiawu, dressed in uniform black costumes, gathered around the huge memorial roof.

Thousands of people, breathing in a unified, breath of the same, a call and a suction, seems to be able to scroll this piece of heaven and earth.

Just below the sacred roof, the eight younger generations of the Yang family who had already bathed and changed their clothes were meticulous in appearance, standing in the order of the young and the old, looking up at the direction of the worship platform.

There is a call for struggling: "Autumn family master Qiu Shoucheng!"

"The leaves of the Ye Family are mad!"

"Meng Xiping, the home of the Meng family, is here!"

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Only a few decades ago, the battle of the Yang family was almost the largest and most lively event in the whole world. The other seven people in the middle of the country would not be slow, all of them were brought by the family.

Some of Yang’s children introduced these guests into the arranged position and sat down to drink tea.

Half an hour before and after, the owners of all seven arrived in full.

A blue light flashed, Yang Jiajia, Yang Yinghao, and even a few elders who had already reached the top of the gods, appeared at the temple.

When the host appeared, Qiu Shoucheng and others rose and held their fists.

Yang Yinghao returned to the ceremony and screamed: "Today is the day when my Yang family sacrificed to worship the ancestors. Thank you for coming to join us, please sit down!"

Qiu Shoucheng, Ye madman, Meng Xiping, a person with a slight decapitation, squatting in the light, fell back to the seat.

Yang Kai’s eyes were on Yang Yinghao’s body. This person’s calculations should be his uncle. The real age is probably a few years older than Yang Siye.

But now, Yang Yinghao looks like his hair is white, and he has already entered the late years, and even on his face, there are deep wrinkles.

He was not like this before the demise of the Cang Yun. At that time, he was also in middle age, although not young, but not so old.

The reason is only because he was injured by the ghost king and the extinct poison king in the battle of the Cang Yun evil land. After returning to the family, he used the life and death cycle of the Yang family to live for thirty years. Expel his own injuries.

The position of the Yang family is very important, so even if you know that the life expectancy of 30 years is too great. Yang Yinghao also had to first guarantee his integrity.

This is not the sequelae of simple trauma, but the most direct separation of life.

Yang Yinghao, has become very old.

It is because he does not know how long he can live. Therefore, I was so anxious to recall all the Yang Jiaxuan and start the battle of victory.

Yang Lan and Yang Lan looked at their father, and they felt sad in their hearts.

Yang Yinghao is a look of indifference, and he simply tells the rules in the battle of the battle.

There are no rules, Yang family will only provide blood to all the priests as a follower, and the blood servant is also constrained in the battle of the battle. In addition, the Yang family will not provide the sects. Any direct help.

No matter who is the dark arrow or the trick, who can laugh at the end. Who is the winner of the battle of victory.

"Don't you remember?" Yang Yinghao looked at the eight people standing below and asked, everyone nodded.

"Then worship the heavens, worship the ancestors!" Yang Yinghao waved his hand and shouted.

All kinds of matters have already been prepared, in front of the solemn ceremonial platform. In the incense burner, a hard-to-find sixth-order monster was lifted up, and Yang Yinghao killed it, and the blood sprinkled on the roof.

To sacrifice the heavens with blood, to worship the ancestors!

The ceremony was very cumbersome, and the younger generation of the Yang family was under the guidance of Yang Yinghao. Complete your mission meticulously.

In the whole process, the seven strongmen are also looking bright, observing the performance of the eight people, observing whether the ally of their son and daughter is appropriate, and observing whether the enemy is strong.

Finally, after worshipping Yang Jiali Zulesong, the whole ceremony was finally completed.

"This is not the case, you are dead or I am dead, you are so self-sufficient!" Yang Yinghao screamed and waved: "Go!"

Eight of them were extremely sturdy, and they whistling, and they stopped in front of eight people. The eight young disciples of Yang’s family turned their mounts.

The wind stopped, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly seemed to be stagnant, and the breath of thousands of people suddenly stopped.

Eight people looked at each other and smiled.

Vertically, the hands and feet, out of the middle are the enemy! I am not going to be merciful.

Also...

"Big brother is gone!" Yang Wei Shen Shen, the voice fell, stepping on the cloud has already sprinted away.

"Come on!" Yang Lan chuckled.

Eight horses stepped on the clouds and flew over the special passage of the Yang family, rolling up all the dust and smoke, vying for fear.

"The old man went to see the excitement!" Kang Jia, the owner of the Kang family, smiled and waved his hand. The pure real element wrapped his entourage and disappeared with lightning.

"Go with you, go together!" Gao Jiajia, the main high ink, followed.

"The old man is also going!" Kang Jiajia, Kang Zheng, is not willing to show weakness.

In an instant, the people of the seven people walked clean and disappeared.

"I don't know the number of gifts!" Yang Yinghao snorted and blamed the old guys for not saying hello.

All the way, the eight underground people rushing in the sky, seven people in the sky are flying, but for a moment, they have already been out of the South Gate.

Outside the south gate, it seems to be more lively than the Yangjia Festival. The countless forces, big and small, are looking forward to it. They know that today is the day when the battle for the battle begins. It is natural to wait here early, to The Yang family who followed him went to the battle city.

Outside the main south gate, a dense crowd of people, even in those few miles away, still people are secretly observing.

"Which Changyang Valley is going to follow this son?" Some familiar people began to say hello.

"Of course, the six sons Yang Shen."

"Don't go, definitely lose, go with us Feiyunzhuang, follow the second son Yang Lan, the second son has more potential than the six sons."

"real or fake?"

"Nature is true, come and come, I will tell you, I know a lot of insider." The two men hooked their shoulders and went to the secret language.

For example, the third-class forces such as Changyang Valley and Feiyunzhuang, there is no way to tie up with Yang Jiaxuan. Before the start of the battle, the son of Yang’s family could not be seen. He could only wait here. They are even less clear about the doorways inside. Most of them look at which sons follow the eye, or listen to friends and follow the past.

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