All the strong people of the local ancient martial forces who gathered around showed shock and shock in their eyes, and their inner emotions fluctuated for a long time.

Who could have thought that Wang Yan, the little god of fire, as a powerful candidate for the future leader of the flaming sect, fell into the hands of the white clad boy in such a few faces.

Everyone knows that the strength of the little fire god Wang Yan is very extraordinary. He will be defeated and fall in such a few faces. That can only show that the strength of the white clad boy holding the sword is not simple.

Thinking of this, their eyes looking at the eternal night are full of fear.

"I thought it was an ordinary young casual repair, but I didn't expect it to be a guy who dressed up as a pig and ate a tiger. I almost lost my sight!"

"Yes, it's good that we didn't participate in dealing with these casual repairs. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have a headache at the moment."

Many of the strong in the local ancient martial forces whispered.

There was also a local strong man with a dignified face and said, "the strength of this young man's scattered cultivation is so extraordinary. If he is allowed to enter the ancient martial heritage tomb, I'm afraid it will affect us to compete for the treasure in the ancient martial heritage tomb."

Hearing the words of other strong local ancient martial forces, they were somewhat helpless: "everyone knows that this young monk will compete for the treasure in the next ancient martial relics tomb and pose a threat, but who can stop him now?"

"A group of powerful scattered cultivation talents have gathered around this young scattered cultivation. If they were brave at the beginning, we could break it at one stroke. But now, they have all centered on this young scattered cultivation and gathered into a group. If we want to do these scattered cultivation again, I'm afraid it's very difficult!"

Many strong local ancient martial forces have also seen the current situation of the war. They are quietly converging. They seem to be worried that they will be noticed by those gathered scattered practitioners.

Sure enough, the scattered elders around Yongye cheered and cheered when they saw Yongye's easy defeat of Wang Yan of the flame sect.

The rest of the disciples of the flaming flame sect don't know what to do.

They were Wang Yan's followers. They accompanied Wang Yan to Wolong mountains, on the one hand, to compete for the treasures in the ancient Wu tombs, on the other hand, to make Wang Yan famous.

Unexpectedly, in the first battle of Wolong mountains, they encountered hard stubble. Even Wang Yan was killed by the boy in white in front of him.

Although they are all elite disciples of the flaming flame sect, they still have a lot of gaps compared with Wang Yan. Even Wang Yan has fallen, how can they still be eternal opponents.

"Let's go to elder martial brother Wang Yan's body first and withdraw first. We are not the opponent of these scattered repairs now. When we return to the sect door, tell the sect leader about the matter and let the sect leader deal with these scattered repairs."

At this time, one of the highest ranking senior brothers of the flaming flame sect stood up and said to the other junior brothers.

These elite disciples of the flaming flame sect saw that after Wang Yan died, they had no intention of war. When they heard this, they nodded one after another.

Immediately, someone lifted Wang Yan's body, and the elder martial brother with the highest seniority also looked coldly at Yongye and said coldly, "the young strong man in the southern continent is Yongye, right? I remember. When I go back, I will report to the patriarch and then come back!"

"With pleasure!" Hearing the speech, Yongye looked indifferent, shrugged and said casually.

Seeing this, the elder martial brother with the highest rank of the flame sect also had a very ugly face, so he turned around and left with all the younger martial brothers of the flame sect.

Yongye didn't stop these disciples of the flaming fire sect from leaving. He was no longer interested in these defeated generals.

The eyes of the strong local ancient martial forces around them have been paying attention to this place. When they watched the elite experts of the flaming sect leave, they couldn't help showing a dignified color.

Their eyes looked at Yongye and the predecessors of sanxiu behind him. From this moment, in addition to the local ancient martial forces, there was another strong ancient martial force temporarily gathered in Wolong mountains. The leader was a young sanxiu from the southern continent

Everyone knows that the young man named Yongye is destined to lead the scattered elders behind him to occupy a certain influence in this trip to Wolong mountain.

And this young man in white, who holds the famous sword of Zhenyue, is also destined to call his name in the North Continent.

....

On the other side of Wolong mountains, a group of figures with Chinese faces are coming here at an amazing speed.

"In front of you is Wolong mountain range. Everyone should be vigilant. This area must be extremely dangerous."

Ming ye, the leader of the dragon team, led the team in front. He turned back from time to time and reminded the dragon team members behind him.

Among the dragon group members behind him, there are many new faces. They are all dragon group members summoned by tianmingye from all over the North Continent.

These dragon team members are introverted and have extraordinary strength.

Although they only went to the periphery of the Wolong mountains, they could also feel that there always seemed to be several hidden animal breathing sounds in the Wolong mountains. The heavy breathing sound told people all the time that there was definitely a great danger in the Wolong mountains.

In addition to those dragon members who were called back, Wang Xiao, Tong Waner and Wu Wushuang followed.

"Boy, our visit to the ancient martial arts tomb in Wolong mountains is full of crisis. Aren't you afraid of her injury when you take this little girl with you?"

Seeing Wang Xiao walking in the air with Tong Waner without any internal power fluctuation, Wu Wushuang asked with some doubts.

He felt that Wang Xiao was around with such a girl who had no strength to bind a chicken. When the fight really started, wouldn't he have to be distracted to take care of her?

Although Wang Xiao's realm is profound, because she can't find a suitable ancient martial arts skill for Tong Waner, Tong Waner doesn't say that she has practiced. She hasn't even stepped into the threshold of ancient martial arts. Now she will practice in the dark period and can't fly at all.

Tong Waner also knew that she would drag Wang Xiao down. After hearing Wu Wushuang's words, she couldn't help lowering her head and felt ashamed.

But when Wang Xiao heard Wu Wushuang's words, he looked pale and said, "it's all right. With me, no one can hurt her..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Tong Waner again, as if comforting Tong Waner, or explaining with Wu unparalleled: "I haven't been able to find the ancient martial arts skills suitable for Wan'er's cultivation. Just this time, the tomb of the ancient martial arts ancestors of China was opened. I brought her to see if there are any ancient martial arts skills suitable for Wan'er's cultivation in the ancient martial arts tomb."

Wang Xiao always remembers what Ming ye said to him. In this ancient martial heritage tomb, there are many ancient martial scrolls of cultivation, which are the relics left by the ancient martial ancestors.

How can it be a common product that can attract the attention of ancient martial ancestors and treasure the things left over?

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