Ning Yi gently weighed the Snow Vulture King Banner in his hand.

Under the bronze stage, the expressions of several little khans were a little strange.

The little white wolf stood up first, he looked at the bronze platform with a smile, met the eyes of the white wolf king, and immediately understood, gave a salute to Ning Yi, and said with a smile: "For two thousand years...... Countless people wanted to challenge the authority of Urle and become the second Maharaja, but unfortunately they all failed. ”

He paused and said seriously: "I think, there is no need for the competition...... There is really no one here who is your opponent, and it is no coincidence that you can be recognized by the Eagle King Banner. ”

The little khan with the eight surnames, although his face is not very good-looking, but they all agree with the little white wolf's statement, the strongest here is the three surnames, even the little white wolf admits that he is not as good as "Ning Yi", why should they do it...... What's more, the one who took the stage before was so miserable.

The snow bird was lying on the bronze platform, his consciousness was confused, and his whole body was covered in blood.

They don't want to end up like this.

So, clearing his throat, the little white wolf looked at the other young people beside him, who were also little khans, and he said softly: "The heavenly oracle of the grassland once said that to obtain the approval of the eight royal banners, the blessing of the river of the apocalypse...... In this way, he is qualified to become the second 'Maharaja' who is surrounded by all beasts. ”

Ning Yi condensed slightly.

Eight royal flags, after collecting, I heard that it has the power to control all creatures in the grassland.

In this area, being recognized by the Eight King Banners is basically equivalent to sweeping invincible.

The little white wolf raised his eyebrows and said, "But Wang Qi is not a mortal thing...... Over the years, countless amazing geniuses have tried, but they have all failed, and no one can do it except Urle. ”

Under everyone's gaze, he asked slowly.

"What if you fail?"

The three words "Urle" have great significance to the grassland, and now Ning Yi appears with this title and has won everyone's attention at the bonfire dinner.

If he fails to prove himself, it is an intolerable deception...... Not only does it prove that he is a liar, but it is enough to show that even those who supported him before are also liars.

Tian Yu's heart chuckled.

As far as he knew, a strong bloodline was needed to gain the approval of a royal banner...... The power of the bloodlines of the eight royal flags is different, so it has led to the current situation where the eight major surnames of the grassland are divided, even if one of the grassland kings is strong enough to suppress the others, they cannot control the royal banners of different bloodlines.

This has also led to the fact that the "Maharaja of the Prairie", for two thousand years, is just an ethereal legend.

Not even the sensitors of the two royal flags appeared.

Want to be recognized by the eight kings at the same time?

It's just ...... Pipe dream.

......

......

The highest point of the bronze table.

The Vulture King watched the whole farce happen, and the "successor" whom he admired so much ignored his own edict and chose to go on stage to duel with this "stranger".

And then, fiasco.

It's not just about losing.

He also lost something as important as the "Vulture King Banner" to that guy's hands.

The Ten Fingers of the Vulture King's hands pressed against the bronze table, his hair fell, and the white frost in his eyes flowed with a ray of gold...... At the same time, the golden feathers in his waist pouch trembled slightly, and then slowly lit up, like a bright lamp, flashing in the cramped and dark small hole, and the light around him condensed into a vortex.

The White Wolf King looked at the snow sha beside him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that something was wrong.

There seems to be something abnormal in the vulture king's body?

Fleeting.

The White Wolf King carried one hand on his back, silently pinched the trick in his sleeve, and smiled undiminishedly, and the other hand was still on the Snow Vulture King's shoulder, and said, "Snow Evil...... Guess if the young man who calls himself 'Urle' can make the second royal flag feel it?"

......

......

Ning Yi held the Snow Vulture King Banner in his hand.

He looked at the little white wolf and smiled, "You think I can't do it?"

The little white wolf took out his royal flag from his waist bag, the royal flag was different from Ning Yi's hand, although it was also white, but with a sense of slaughter, the wolf-shaped silhouette embroidered with black patterns, under the potential banner, the brilliance flowed, and it was more than the vulture king flag.

The head of the eight surnames of the grassland, the white wolf!

The white wolf king flag was suspended in the air, and the little white wolf did not deliberately control it with his mind, but let it flutter in the wind, hunting, whistling and pulling, and this king flag came to Ning Yi's face.

Ning Yi didn't rush to reach out to hold him, but looked at the little khan under the bronze platform.

The little white wolf smiled and stretched out a hand and made a "please" gesture.

Ning Yi said lightly: "Then I'm welcome." ”

He closed his eyes, the qi and blood in his body were no longer suppressed, and the surging blood and qi exploded in the meridians, like a great river, and he grabbed the white wolf king flag with one hand.

on the bronze table.

The White Wolf King, who was waiting for Xuesha's reply, heard a hoarse voice.

"Farce ......"

The sound is small, but there is a lot of energy hidden in it.

The white-robed man with his hands pressed on the bronze platform was hunting.

Those miserable white eyes showed a sharp wisp of gold at this moment.

Xue Sha didn't look up, and her frost-white hair was constantly blown up, constantly brushing her cheeks.

He took a deep breath.

"Farce!"

This voice sounded a second time, and the force was deeper, so that where Xuesha's hands pressed, the bronze platform made a click, and instantly flattened two cobweb cracks.

Ning Yi under the bronze stage, his pupils contracted, and there was a violent sound of breaking wind in his ears.

Ning Yi raised his head, his cheek was grazed by a wind blade, and a corner of his robe was torn apart.

He reacted instantly, stretched out his hand at an extremely fast speed, and wanted to grab the White Wolf King Banner suspended in front of him, but faster than he could react, the White Wolf King Banner exploded and was thrown out by the invisible wave of qi.

The little white wolf's expression changed, and he also reacted, pinched his hands with his hands, and wanted to pull back the Wang Qi, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and he kicked back dozens of steps.

The wind in the sky was set off in the river of the apocalypse, not only the bronze platform, but also the banquets, wine glasses, and porcelain cups under the seat, all of which were rolled upside down, and the sound of shattering came one after another.

The panicked crowd screamed at this moment, these wind blades were extremely sharp, and everywhere they passed, a puddle of blood was brought out, and in a short time, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The sky is full of wind.

The river of apocalypse is like a tornado.

The flames of this dinner were extinguished.

But there is an even bigger fire...... Ignited.

In the eyes of Xuesha.

The White Wolf King pressed one hand on the shoulder of the Vulture King, and the big blow behind him was blown up by the wind and tossed high, and he maintained this posture, and the hand on the shoulder of the Snow Eagle was covered with a layer of frost, and slowly condensed into ice slag.

The other six Prairie Kings on the bronze platform all stood up at this moment.

With Xuesha and the White Wolf King as the center, a huge, frosty cobweb, spreading at the highest point of the bronze platform, the soles of each grassland king's feet were covered with such a layer of frost, cold, and clinging.

In the midst of the raging wind, Xue Sha slowly let go of his hands.

He slowly turned around, looked at the steppe kings who were on his equals, and muttered to finish the unfinished words.

"It's just ...... A farce. ”

He stretched out a hand, pointed at Ning Yi in the distance, and said with a smile: "You don't really think that he is Urle, right?"

Xue Xue looked in Ning Yi's direction.

He stared indifferently at the human.

Then the name of "Urle" was pronounced accurately.

"Ning Yi...... The sinner of the Great Sui, who fled south from the demon clan to this place, is a wanderer who is so miserable that he doesn't even have a home. ”

Ning Yi frowned, the Vulture King knew his name, how did he know?

He vaguely guessed something bad in his mind......

"Such an embarrassed human. ”

Xue Xue smiled and looked at the White Wolf King, "You actually gave him the opportunity to touch the king's flag, if he really succeeded, then what did I work hard for so many years?"

The White Wolf King narrowed his eyes, he slowly clenched his five fingers, and the frost and snow on his forearm continued to break and grow.

The first king of the steppe just asked lightly.

"Snow Shatter. Do you want ...... Rebellion?"

The Vulture King, who was leaning back to the bronze platform, shook his head.

He raised his arms earnestly and compassionately, and the wind and snow in this heaven and earth were greater, the frost and cold were deeper, and countless wooden tables were lifted from the ground and rushed to the zenith.

"How can this be called a 'rebellion......'? It is to give this grassland a better future. ”

The Vulton King's eyes were filled with gold.

He muttered softly.

"What I saw with my own eyes was a bright place, and it was where we belonged. ”

There...... Where?

The White Wolf King frowned.

Snow is crazy.

For today's sake, Xue Sha hid deep enough and endured long enough, this guy's cultivation is ...... Rising by leaps and bounds, climbing so much?

The White Wolf King released his divine thoughts, and his expression changed suddenly.

The fierce wind set off by the snow shook the starlight on the grassland, and together with the formation of the White Wolf Royal Court, it also shook violently, and the entire space was no longer stable.

There was a strange aura that permeated in.

The steppe has been settled for 2,000 years...... ushered in an "uninvited guest".

......

......

The little white wolf spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was like white paper, he staggered back, and was supported by the little khan of the Golden Deer King's tent, so that he could stop retreating.

"How?" asked the little khan of the Golden Deer King's tent with concern.

The little white wolf shook his head, his lips dry.

His heart felt as if he had been stabbed, and he muttered, "Wang Qi...... Where's Wang Qi?"

I lost my divine induction, so I could only look around and look around little by little.

He saw Ning Yi on the bronze platform, looking in one direction, his expression full of solemnity.

So the little white wolf also looked over.

There is the "singularity" where the heavens and the earth and the wind converge, and countless winds are broken, and their own royal flags are rolled up and down in it.

He looked delighted, and just wanted to plunder.

In the countless winds, a figure slowly walked out.

1. Grasp the "White Wolf King Flag".

He looked at the bronze platform, and his voice was full of chills.

"Ning Yi...... We meet again. ”

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