Chapter 107: Trial Forest

In the early morning of February 2, the sky was bright, and Yu Shaojun walked out of the secret room.

Yu Qian, Bai Qi, Xiaotian Dog, Wine Sword Immortal, Burning Ghost and others had already been waiting outside the secret room for a long time.

"Let's go!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Yu Shaojun said, taking the lead in walking out of the palace gate.

This time, instead of riding in a carriage, he rode on the purple-winged liger beast, and with a terrifying aura, it turned into a ball of fire and galloped down the street.

Yu Qian, Bai Qi and others turned over and rode on the dragon horse and followed closely.

"Dada~"

The sound of horses' hooves on the bluestone slabs, shattering the tranquility of the morning, echoed over the ancient city.

Almost at the same time, the gate of the June Pavilion was opened, and ten figures walked out, with light footsteps, shrinking into inches, and hundreds of zhang away appeared at the end of the world.

Both sides rushed towards the Trial Forest.

The Trial Forest, located hundreds of miles away in the north of Yujing City, is a primeval forest, the forest is deep and quiet, and the big trees stand tall, with a history of tens of thousands of years.

These long years, because of the existence of the Yu royal family, gave this forest extraordinary significance, when I woke up, a legend, it was from here, set sail.

If the Hill of Honor is a gladiatorial arena, there is no choice but life and death.

Then the Trial Forest is a legendary stage, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it has its own honor.

Ask the world, who doesn't want to leave their mark and create their own brilliance in the trial forest?

"Like a fighter, challenge the legend and become a legend!"

This sentence, I don't know when it was spread, through the time of time, echoing in the ears of today's people, still deafening, straight to the bottom of the heart, reverberating the heart.

Early in the morning, by the Blood Tree of the Trial Forest, countless figures gathered.

Among them, there are suave young Tianjiao, peerless beauties who captivate the city and the country, white-haired old men, and powerful people who suppress one side......

They gathered here to witness the beginning of a new era.

That's right, for a long time, the Battle Forest has been regarded as the place where the era began.

Shaojun, become the opener of the times.

This belongs to the honor of the Central Empire, this belongs to the honor of Kyushu, and this belongs to the honor of the people of Kyushu in the Empire.

At the same time, this is also the honor of Yu Shaojun.

Today's honor, tomorrow's glory!

"Your Highness, in today's battle, you try to be as clean as possible and win!"

Jiu Jian Xian's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the onlookers, he found that it was dozens of times that of watching the Honor Mountain at that time, and he couldn't help but say solemnly.

He had a hunch that after today, the young Tianjiao who challenged Yu Shaojun would continue to emerge like mushrooms after the rain.

Yu Shaojun nodded, his face calm.

He knew that most of these onlookers were from powerful and influential forces, and they came to watch the battle just to find out his strength.

In the battle, if he shows weak strength, after they go back, they will let their own Tianjiao come to the door to challenge.

Of course, if he is strong, the trouble behind him will be reduced a lot.

The benefits gained by defeating Shaojun are too great......

"In this battle, we must win it simply and win it completely. ”

Yu Shaojun said secretly, his fighting spirit was high, and the hot blood in his body flowed extremely fast, making a crisp sound.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight, as the young monarch of the empire, he has the obligation to protect the honor, and he also has the responsibility to inherit the honor.

There are only victorious young kings, and there are no defeated young kings.

Yu Qian, Bai Qi and the others all knew the responsibility on Yu Shaojun's shoulders, and this responsibility was enough to bend the spine of an adult, and he felt suffocated and desperate from the bottom of his heart.

But no one came forward to comfort them, and they were all expressionless, wanting to be above the world, and they would bear the pressure that the world could not bear.

Rustling......

Ten black-robed figures, stepping on a 10,000-year-old tree, walked into the crowd without attracting the attention of outsiders, because at this point in time, almost every minute and second, there were people who came to watch the battle. Sogou Library

"Brother Sword, I'm bothering you this time!" Under the black robe, Huo Suyang said with a face full of shame.

Speaking of which, he is suspected of using the sword to return to one.

Huo Suyang wanted to use this battle to calculate Yu Shaojun's strength, so as to increase his chances of winning in his battle.

After all, Yu Shaojun's record of shooting is too few, and there is no intelligence at all, so he can speculate Yu Shaojun's true combat effectiveness.

"Don't worry!"

Jian Guiyi chuckled, glanced at Huo Suyang slowly and meaningfully, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the strong wind carried by the blood tree of the trial forest made the leaves shake slightly.

"Someone's coming!"

At the moment when the figure of Jian Guiyi appeared, among the onlookers, there were exclamations: "Yuan Infant ...... in the late stage"

"It seems that the strength of the Hidden Sect is very strong!" Yu Shaojun's face was calm, and after saying this, he patted the fiery head of the purple-winged lion tiger beast with both hands, and rushed up.

In the next breath, his figure appeared on the opposite side of the sword, faintly coercive, lingering around his body.

The onlookers were shocked, is it finally about to start?

"Holy Son of the Hidden Sect, come and challenge!"

Jian Guiyi said, his right hand was placed on his chest, slightly bowed, and after about ten breaths, he put down his right hand, stood upright, and did a series of etiquette, meticulously.

"Ancient etiquette?"

Yu Shaojun frowned, the etiquette of the sword is actually an ancient etiquette.

This is very problematic......

Ancient etiquette is very cumbersome, and there are many types, different occasions, and different rituals, which is a waste of time.

Therefore, after the unification of Kyushu by the Central Empire, under the advocacy of Wenxian, the ancient etiquette was abolished and simple etiquette was used instead, such as bowing, clenching fists, and kneeling!

Subsequently, places outside of Kyushu also began to invoke simple etiquette.

Ancient rituals were eliminated 45,000 years ago.

Until now, there are very few forces that understand ancient etiquette, unless there is a heritage of more than 45,000 years.

But how many forces with a history of 45,000 years?

The Hidden Sect is obviously not in the ranks.

"Interesting ......"

In the crowd of onlookers, the faces of the representatives of several forces changed slightly, and then returned to normal, and no one knew what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Central Empire, Yu Shaojun!"

With doubts, Yu Shaojun made a simple fist salute, and then drew his sword.

Rumble!

The sword came out of the sheath, the cold light exploded, and the ruthless sword intent, through the sharp blade, filled the void, giving people a feeling of extreme sharpness.

It seems that this sword can kill everything.

As if, this sword has no feelings.

"Sword, where do you go?"

Jian Guiyi's indifferent eyes showed excitement, as a swordsman, wouldn't it be an honor to be able to fight with a kendo master?

"Boom!"

He pulled out the sword hidden under the black robe, the sword body was cast in gold, and an evil dragon was carved, and in the fine lines, there was a blood-red color, revealing a bad aura.

"Aang!"

The evil dragon flew out of the battle sword, circled the sword to the top of its head, roared in the sky, stared at the hideous dragon eyes, and bloomed with a dazzling and fierce light, giving people a sense of endless ferocity, as if it was a peerless fierce dragon.

"This divine sword, called He Gui Sword!"

The cold voice of the sword reverberated in the air.

The wind was strong, and the black robe on his head was rolled up, revealing a young face, with blazing facial features, and unparalleled.

Under the sword's eyebrows, his eyes were like swords, scanning all directions, vertical and horizontal.

In his hand, on the surface of the golden blade of the He Gui Sword, there was a trace of sword qi, and every trace of sword qi fell, it could easily kill ordinary Yuanying cultivators.