Doupo: The auction will give back 10,000 times, I am invincible

Chapter 445 The beginning of the decisive battle!

At the end of the long stone steps, there are clouds and mist. Behind the clouds and mist, there is a huge square. The square is completely paved with huge stones, which looks simple and grand. In the center of the square, a huge stone tablet stands majestically. On the stone tablet, there are records The names of the previous sect leaders of the Yunlan Sect and those who have made great contributions to the sect.

Looking around the square, at this time, there are nearly a thousand people sitting cross-legged in it. These people are sitting in the shape of a semi-circle. Without exception, they are all dressed in moon-white robes. , drifting with the wind, like a living thing, with a faint sword intent.

At the top of the square, there are some towering stone pedestals. The steps gradually go up, and the older you go, the older you go. The stone pedestal on the highest floor is empty at this time, and no one is sitting on it. More than twenty meters below, there are more than a dozen old men in white robes sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and meditating. Although these old men don't have the slightest characteristics on the surface, their bodies are like steel, letting the wind blow. No matter how you blow the robes, there is no movement at all, but it makes people know in their hearts that these old men are not simple!
Below these old men in white robes, there is a separate stone step. A woman wearing a moon robe slightly closes her eyes, and the breeze blows. The robe clings to her delicate body, revealing the perfect curvy figure underneath. , his eyes moved to the woman’s calm and beautiful face, and it was Nalan Yanran!
Although there were nearly a thousand people on the square, there was no sound in the square. Except for the whistling of the wind, there was no strange sound at all.

Occasionally, a strong wind blows across the square, and suddenly, white robes are fluttering everywhere in the eyes, like clouds falling from the sky. Such a scene is quite shocking at first glance.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind sounded in the air, and immediately several figures appeared on the top row of empty seats.

Among them, there was Ma, the president of the Alchemist Guild of Jiajia Holy City, Mu Chen, who was then the Grand Marshal of the Jiajia Empire, Nalan Jie, the old head of the Nalan family who was in the spotlight, and two hall masters from the Yun League. .

These few people are the real strong men on this huge square. They are all in the Dou Huang realm. The five Dou Huang powerhouses, if placed three years ago, would have been enough to overturn the entire Jiajie Empire.

At this time, seeing so many distinguished guests coming, the disciples of the Yunlan Sect did not react much. They still sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, as if they had received the news a long time ago.

On the stone platform on the highest level, the five Douhuang warriors slowly swept their eyes across the quiet square, with some admiration on their faces.

In their induction, the breathing rhythms of the nearly a thousand Yunlan Sect disciples in the square were almost exactly the same, and their breaths were intertwined with each other. Anywhere they moved, they would be attacked by a continuous and violent attack like a heavy rain. Almost as if they were one body, thousands of people took action at the same time. Even the strongest warriors had to avoid the edge for a while.

"The Yun Lan religion teaches its disciples really well!" Suddenly, Mu Chen said with unabashed admiration.

"Ok!"

Hearing this, Ma also nodded in agreement and said: "I think so too. If you can teach such a disciple, the rules of the Yunlan Sect must be extremely strict!"

"Furthermore, the master Yun Yun's disciple has made rapid progress in his cultivation during this period. I'm afraid that the younger generation of the Xiao family doesn't have much chance of winning!" Looking at Nalan Yanran, Mu Chen immediately noticed her cultivation. Changes, smacking the tongue again and again.

Hearing the two people's praise for their granddaughter, Nalan Jie, who was sitting next to them, had no change in his expression, but his heart was filled with joy.

However, not long after Mu Chen finished speaking, another middle-aged man wearing white armor and sturdy build on the stone platform spoke to deny Mu Chen's words, saying: "Marshal Mu's words are premature. Good morning, it’s hard to say who will win between these two!”

The person who spoke was none other than Yue Yun, the third hall master of the Yun League. His cultivation level was the highest among the five.

Yue Yun has the status of the leader of Yunmeng, and is also a middle-level Douhuang warrior, so his words are naturally very weighty.

"Oh, it seems that Hall Master Yue knows something about this junior of the Xiao family?" Nalan Jie couldn't help but asked curiously after hearing Yue Yun's words. "I can only tell you that this junior of the Xiao family has the fighting power to defeat the Eight-Star Fighting King. Just wait and see!" Yue Yun said slowly.

"The fighting power to defeat the Eight-Star Fighting King!"

After hearing what Yue Yun said, except for the other Yunmeng Hall Master, the other three people had a look of surprise on their faces.

The previous attack on the Xiao family was not spread widely under the control of Yunmeng. It was normal for these people in the imperial capital not to know these things, so they were very surprised after hearing Yue Yun's words. However, , since Yue Yun refused to elaborate, a few people were too sensible to ask any more questions.

Although these five powerful Dou Huang warriors were talking and laughing on the high platform, no sound reached the ears of others.

At this time, the vast square was still very quiet, and time passed quietly in this tranquility.

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

At a certain moment, the slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded quietly from under the bluestone steps outside the square, and the soft voice 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 place. 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 more than a dozen white-robed old men 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 in the square, the young man in black robe carrying a huge black ruler on his back walked up the last step.

The young man's gaze swept over the Yunlan Sect disciples in the huge square with neither joy nor sorrow, and finally rested on the beautiful woman on the stone platform who also cast a pair of bright eyes.

Lifting the footsteps lightly, then putting them down, three steps forward in this way, only the sound of low footsteps floating in the quiet square.

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

"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan!"

(End of this chapter)