"I'm ...... Urle-Etu!"

On the bronze platform, Ning Yi's majestic and solemn voice sounded, and at this moment, the black-robed young man with his arms raised was like the center of the world, and all eyes were focused on him.

Urle-Etu!

The only maharaja of the steppe for 2,000 years!

Ning Yi looked at the Snow Vulture King at the top of the bronze platform, and he asked rhetorically.

"You want to condemn me?"

......

......

The wind gradually subsided.

That magnificent voice is still spreading with the wind.

Everyone present heard this response clearly.

Tian Yu clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ning Yi, the people in the audience, and the old snow vulture who had trekked all the way from the western border, all of them were excited at the moment.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and on the way to the River of Apocalypse, these people all called Ning Yi "Urle", and Ning Yi never responded positively, at most he just smiled and nodded, which was considered a tacit acquiescence to this title.

They believed the words of the prophets.

And today, at this moment.

In front of the eight surnames, Ulle announced his identity!

The White Wolf King was in a trance for a while, he looked at the high-spirited young man, and thought of a mural he saw in Xiaoyuan Mountain, the mural that had gone through two thousand years, and most of the details had been blurred...... But the only thing that can be seen clearly is the posture of the Maharaja 2,000 years ago.

How similar is Shen Yun?

How same is the spirit?

Xue Sha pressed his hands on the bronze platform city wall, his fingertips embedded in the stones, he stared at Ning Yi, and said coldly: "Joke...... Urle has been dead for two thousand years, you stranger, dare to blaspheme the god of the steppe, I will not only punish you, but also put you to death!"

As soon as Xue Sha's words fell, he was just about to turn over and sweep out, when the palm of the White Wolf King was gently placed on his shoulder, and the first king of the grassland looked calm, and the situation at this moment was reversed from before.

The White Wolf King looked at the Vulture King and said calmly, "Don't forget, Urle...... Ben is a stranger. ”

There was an uproar.

Some people under the bronze stage don't know the history of that year, let alone the identity of the legendary god Ulle.

The White Wolf King said lightly: "Back then, the grassland was in dire straits, and there was still fighting inside, and the appearance of Urle made the grassland twist together, don't forget, how much we endured humiliation in the two worlds, all because of the prejudice brought by blood and region...... Have you forgotten the lesson?"

The vulton king's expression was gloomy.

He said coldly, "Are you crazy?"

The White Wolf King shook his head, "I'm not crazy...... At least I'm more sober than you. In this steppe, anyone can be Urle, but no one has done it for two thousand years, for the simple reason that after this, no one can be recognized by the eight royal banners at the same time. ”

The Vulton King looked stunned.

"The eight royal flags symbolize the most powerful bloodlines of the eight realms on the grassland...... At the beginning, although Urle was a stranger, he was blessed by the River of Apocalypse and conquered the Eight King Banners, and he had unparalleled bloodline power. Only such a powerful king is worthy of the title of 'true god of the grassland'. ”

The White Wolf King raised his eyebrows, he looked at Ning Yi and said, "You came by coincidence. ”

Over here...... There are exactly eight royal flags.

The meaning of this sentence could not be more obvious.

The White Wolf King stood on the bronze platform, he held the Snow Vulture King with one hand, and the huge white robe beside him was hunting.

He looked at Ning Yi with a complex look in his eyes, neither disdain nor trust, but cautious caution, and the expectation hidden in the deepest depths.

You say you're Urle...... Well, prove it to me.

Ning Yi raised his head, he saw the eyes of the White Wolf King, and he also understood the meaning contained in these eyes.

Ning Yi smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, he squatted down, patted Tian Yu's shoulder, and said softly: "I've worked hard for you, go down and rest for a while...... Leave it to me. ”

Tian Yu's expression was complicated, he nodded heavily, he covered one arm, slowly stood up, thought about it, and turned his head uneasily: "Urle...... Be careful. ”

Ning Yi smiled and nodded.

He stood on a bronze platform, his gaze circling.

Tonight is the bonfire dinner of the eight surnames, the little khan who holds the eight royal flags are all under the bronze stage, and when the young people of all forces have tried their tricks, everything is about to end, these eight young geniuses will appear in the finale.

The upper three surnames and the lower five surnames, these eight cultivation geniuses are burdened with different demon bloodlines, and they also have the starlight cultivation method of human beings...... They will represent the king flag behind them and have a competition, and the final winner will bring endless glory to the king flag behind them.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, this so-called "King Flag" was somewhat like the Heavenly Book of Ancient Scrolls of the Sword Wielder...... Of course, it is far from comparable, but at least it is also a treasure of good rank.

Eight royal flags, in the hands of eight little khans.

But...... Before revealing your strength.

Ning Yi looked in a certain direction, and under the flag of the Snow Vulture King, he saw the feminine man with white hair and the little khan called "Snow Duck", and his expression was uncertain at the moment.

Ning Yi stood on the bronze platform, he put his hands behind his back, looked at the snow bird, and smiled: "Let you have two hands, dare to go on stage?"

The snow duck's face was extremely gloomy.

The Vulton King's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't give him a chance...... Reject him, this man is nothing more than a clown, and in a moment—"

The sound was interrupted.

The snow on the bronze platform was slightly stunned, and then his eyes were difficult to see.

Disobedient to yourself?

The snow duck, who had severed the connection between the two, slowly stood up.

He ignored the voice of the Vulton King in his ears, and when he stood up, he didn't even glance at the real flag bearer on the bronze platform as he walked, because the Vulture King's flag was in his hand at the moment...... And the pride he has accumulated so far does not allow him to retreat at this moment!

Snow Bird looked at the man who was about her own age.

He climbed onto the bronze platform, palmed his hands, stretched his body slightly, and his body erupted with a crisp sound like fried beans.

Xue Ran just said four words: "The fists and feet are ruthless." ”

Ning Yi smiled.

He was still in the same posture of carrying his hands behind his back, looking at the little khan of the Vulture King Banner, and said lightly: "What are the moves...... You can do it. ”

The snow duck whispered a "good" word.

The voice burst out, and in an instant, this little khan had already appeared in front of Ning Yi, he clenched his five fingers together, and grabbed it at the door in front of Ning Yi.

The purebred bloodline of the vulture is opened to the extreme at this moment.

On the bronze platform, a gust of wind was raised.

These five fingers, in the next moment, are about to grab Ning Yi's head.

However, Ning Yi's speed was even faster.

He carried his hands behind his back, and his steps were slightly staggered, and he was more like a leisurely stroll than a snow bird rushing forward like a crossbow arrow, turning his head slightly, and dodging this claw without a millimeter.

The pupils of the snow plover constricted.

He continued to rush forward.

Ning Yi continued to sweep back.

The two of them were entangled with each other in the smoke and dust, but Ning Yi only defended and did not attack, his expression was extremely calm, his hands were always behind his back, and even the degree of swaying of his body from side to side was reduced to a very low level.

The pupils of the snow owl gradually taper, and in the process, his blood veins continued to rise, and at this moment the stimulus was stimulated, and the pupils narrowed into a narrow short line, and the nails bent and grew, becoming pitch black and hard, and the move scratched through the void.

"Die for me!!"

An angry roar erupted from the snowy owl's throat.

A head of white hair, like a waterfall dancing wildly.

The scene looked like a one-sided suppression, Ning Yi was suppressed in the shadow of the claws in the sky without a chance to breathe, and the other little khans in the audience all looked solemn when they saw this scene...... At tonight's bonfire dinner, it is rumored that the snow plover will take this opportunity to challenge the future flag bearers of the three surnames, and the odds are not small.

The three little khans of the white wolf, the golden deer, and the black lion are all full of seriousness at the moment, and the state of the snow duck at the moment is rising, and the breath is extremely extended...... If it were them who resisted, they would pay a heavy price if they were careless at the moment and showed their flaws.

It's a pretty violent style of play.

And what shocked the three little khans of the white wolf, the golden deer, and the black lion even more, was the young man who called himself "Urle", who showed a powerful body, and under such a violent attack, he perfectly kept dodging and retreating, without revealing even a flaw.

He didn't use his hands...... The three little khans really couldn't figure it out, giving up their hands, what chance did they have to fight back in this kind of fight?

This guy who calls himself "Urle" is probably going to break his word.

However, the situation at this moment is quite unfavorable to him, and he will soon be forced to the edge of the bronze platform, even if he breaks his promise and uses his hands, how can he resist the attack of the snow owl?

"Give me death, death, death !!"

Xue Fei had fallen into a state of madness, he always stared at Ning Yi's hands behind his back, and the shadow of the claws in the sky shrouded the black-robed man, and if this man didn't make a move, he would be torn apart by himself.

The edge of the bronze platform has been reached.

Ning Yi has no way to retreat.

The snow owl's body is three feet around, and it is full of phantoms shot by its fingerclaws.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to retreat.

The snow owl roared wildly and pounced on it.

Ning Yi stepped on the last piece of masonry of the bronze platform with both feet.

"Bang".

A dull, powerful crashing sound.

A series of beads of blood flew out.

Ning Yi was still carrying his hands behind his back.

His expression was blank.

And the snow duck in front of him, his jaw was distorted by a blow to the knee, and his whole feet left the ground and flew upward.

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