Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 111 What is face? (Second more)
On the huge wooden wheel.

Huge figures.

The leader is an old man in gray robe, with a majestic figure, exuding a dazzling halo, surrounded by true intentions, and with extraordinary strength, standing at the front of the wooden boat, overlooking everything below.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed, as if he had discovered something, he jumped directly from a height of 600 meters, with an astonishing speed, and landed viciously on the ground like a cannonball.

With a loud sound of "Bang!", a huge deep pit of three to four meters was directly smashed out on the scene, and the ground instantly cracked, spreading densely like spider webs towards the surroundings.

After landing, the gray-robed old man looked around and looked at the crowd gathered around him, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He is one of the elders in charge of recruiting disciples in Butian Pavilion, named Zhuo Yun.

According to the past practice, just after dawn, the gate of Butian Pavilion will be crowded with men and women, old and young, who want to enter.

The scene was astonishing, and it really couldn't get through like a tide.

But this time it was the complete opposite.

In order to prepare for this introductory ceremony and assessment, Zhuo Yun started preparations a year in advance, and today he woke up early on purpose, groomed and dressed up, showing his demeanor.

But facing the howling cold wind in front of the mountain gate, he stood there for nearly several hours, and it was almost noon, and soon after the time for entering Butian Pavilion, he didn't wait for anyone.

There were only a few sparse figures knocking on the door, and the sum of all the people was not even as many as the Butian Pavilion disciples who were responsible for maintaining order.

This shocked him enough, he quickly summoned people to drive the flywheel, and searched inside and out of all the paths that must be passed to Butian Pavilion.

Finally, a large number of figures were found in the forest here.

Among them, there are a few figures that he is quite familiar with, and they are one of the members who joined Butian Pavilion this time. The elders of the family where they belonged to have specially looked for him before, asking him to take care of him.

"What's going on here? The entry ceremony and assessment of Butian Pavilion will start soon, why are you still here?!"

Zhuo Yun blew his beard and stared, his thick energy and blood surged, and his voice was like thunder.

He is a majestic elder of Butian Pavilion, with a high position and authority. This group of people did not shut down the gate of the mountain, and made him wait for hours in the cold wind, but they all ran to such a corner of the mountain, which made him furious.

Don't they know that Butian Pavilion has its own fixed time every time it recruits disciples?

Once you miss this time, you don’t know how many years you will have to wait for the next time. Time flies, and the good time may be wasted.

Unless you are the true pride of heaven, a talent of heaven, otherwise this will be the most likely opportunity to enter Butian Pavilion.

"It's actually Elder Zhuo Yun from Butian Pavilion." Someone recognized the identity of the gray-robed old man and hurried forward to greet him.

He is the great elder of a family, but the family he belongs to is not that big, it is just a small family with a population of several thousand. There are countless such families in the vast Western Regions.

"Brother Zhang, what's going on here, it's almost three quarters past noon, why are you still doing what you're doing here slowly, don't you rush to knock down the mountain gate, is it possible that the signboard of my Butian Pavilion is not as loud as it used to be?" ??"

Zhuo Yun glanced at this person slightly, his tone was not too polite, but it was not too unfamiliar either.

Not to mention the elders of small families, even the elders of those top families rarely catch his eyes.

"It's a long story to talk about." The elder of the small family shook his head, organized his language a little, and gave a general overview of the whole story.

"Liu Village? Hijacking many big clans? How can there be any Liu Village here? What other ghost king pythons and three-eyed ravens are there? How could such existences appear in this place?"

Zhuo Yun frowned, with a look of surprise, in which disbelief accounted for more than [-]%.

This mountain forest is adjacent to Butian Pavilion. He has stayed in Butian Pavilion for hundreds of years, but he has never heard of a village named Liucun near here.

As for the Nether King Python and the Three-Eyed Raven, he directly selectively filtered them. If they were really active in this place, they would have been captured by his sect long ago.

"I want to see what the hell is going on!"

Zhuo Yun's expression was slightly solemn, and he flew forward, heading towards the densest crowd.

But after a while, his figure suddenly paused.

As far as the line of sight can see, the eyes are directly covered by a black body comparable to the size of a hill.

"It's really the Nether King Python!"

Zhuo Yun's eyes widened suddenly, and he was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

This is a genuine immemorial relic, with noble blood and powerful strength. After adulthood, it can easily kill Suanni, Dragon Sparrow, and five-color phoenix.

Such a precious bloodline beast has never been possessed even in Butian Pavilion.

But then.

Zhuo Yun's line of sight was instantly occupied by another figure.

It was a crow as dark as night, with a rebellious and cold expression, and a third vertical eye between its brows, which was as scarlet as blood.

Although the size is not too big, and it is almost insignificant compared with the Nether King Python beside him, but it is full of fierce power, like a big devil about to be born, its breath is as vast as the sea, and it is even more terrifying.

Even he couldn't help trembling all over when he saw the crow with vertical eyes between its brows, and shuddered violently.

"My God, it's actually a three-eyed raven, a purebred ferocious bird that hasn't even been recorded in detail in ancient books. It is said that it has been buried by endless time and disappeared in the changing years. Today, I can see a living one!! !"

Zhuo Yun swallowed hard, his whole body didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, he froze in place, his eyes were slightly red, and his whole body trembled slightly.

This kind of existence probably has its own place even on that small mountain!

But what shocked Zhuo Yun even more was still behind.

Right in front of the Nether king python and the three-eyed raven, less than five or six meters apart, there were three or four people standing there. Not only were they not attacked, but they were also protected.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

This scene is so exaggerated that it cannot be described in words.

You know, it is clearly recorded in ancient books that if other creatures dare to stand in front of them, they will definitely be suppressed on the spot.

Whether it is the Nether King Python or the Three-Eyed Raven, they are all extremely fierce and fierce existences!

He is a majestic elder of Butian Pavilion, and he has seen some things in his hundreds of years, and even heard some rumors, but no matter which one, which one?Nothing in front of him shocked him even more!

For some reason, he suddenly thought of what the little family elder had said before.

"Could it be that the Nether King Python and the Three-Eyed Raven really came from the so-called Liu Village?"

Zhuo Yun looked horrified, if it was true, this would be a big deal! ! !
(End of this chapter)