Mitani Qing glared at Shen Yin fiercely, but Shen Yin directly turned his head and ignored his angry gaze.

Ever since Mitani Qing killed the little boy in front of him, Shen Yin had no intention of befriending him, and in some ways it seemed that Shen Yin was really childish enough.

When the two were facing each other, Chief Yan Xian had already used the blood of the black cow to write an oath of alliance between the two clans in the void and read it out in it, and after being confirmed by Mamoru Sakurai and the five flavors, the blood book was placed on the black bull.

At this point, apart from the final step of burying the livestock with the oath, the alliance ceremony is almost complete.

When Yan Xian was about to cast a spell to fill in the square barrier, Wuwei Jiren suddenly stood up.

"Leader of the Prison Dog, the ritual is not over yet." Sakurai Mamoru sat on the seat and reminded as he looked at the back of the five flavors.

"It's boring, it's boring!" Wuwei Jiren suddenly raised his head impatiently and shouted.

Shen Yin had a bad premonition in his heart, he had expected that the alliance ceremony would definitely not go well, but he didn't expect that at the last step, this person would come out to do something.

However, if you have an opinion on the alliance, but deliberately wait until the last step of the alliance ceremony to stand up and stir up trouble, it is a bit too meaningless.

"Killing animals, shedding blood, proclaiming to the gods, and adding books to animals? What an old-fashioned thing! ”

Wuwei Jiren raised his right fist high and swung it down with a roar, and the next moment the gravel was splashed, and the hurdle in front of him was flattened in an instant, and the black bull who was originally in the kan was also beaten into a puddle of meat by his punch.

Yan Xian put his hands behind his back, and he didn't do anything in the face of the dust stirred up by the wind of the Five Flavors Jiren Fist, just frowning slightly, and the dust split in front of him and flew directly past both sides of him.

Yan Xian looked at the Wuwei Jiren below, and asked in a stern voice, "What do you mean!" ”

Because of the sudden action of the five flavor collectors, except for Mamoru Sakurai, who was sitting at the front, all the demon exterminators of the "Sakurai" clan stood up with a bang.

At the same time, the members of the "Prison Dog" clan also stood up, and the atmosphere that had been slightly relaxed became tense again.

Shen Yin didn't care much about the dispute between the two clans, and he originally wanted to sit in place and watch silently, but because he was too conspicuous in the crowd, he finally stood up silently.

Because he had blocked the blow of the Five Flavors Gathering people before, whether the gods wanted it or not, he also became the focus of the "Prison Dog" clan, and a lot of eyes were focused on him the moment he stood up.

"Stand behind me." Kamikure doesn't like to be noticed, so he pulls Sakurai Haru to the back of the crowd.

Sakurai Haru wanted to refuse, but Deacon Deer also stepped forward and persuaded him, "Miss, it's too dangerous here, and once you fight, the seniors of the clan won't be able to fight wholeheartedly without taking care of you." ”

Although Sakurai Haru was a little unhappy, he also knew that what Deacon Deer said was the truth, and retreated to the back of the crowd with Shenyin and Deacon Deer, and the clan members also understood Deacon's thoughts, and they all made way for the three of them to pass.

"Hey, coward." Mitani Qing said to himself disdainfully, since the last defeat to Shen Yin, he has been holding a grudge and wants to get back to the field, but Shen Yin has been unwilling to deal with him, which naturally makes him even more angry.

While Kamigaku and the others moved to the back of the crowd, the situation on Mamoru Sakurai's side was also changing all the time.

After Yan Xian asked sharply, Wuwei Jiren glanced at him and sneered, then turned his head away, ignoring Yan Xian and walking towards Sakurai Mamoru step by step.

"Uncle Shou, it doesn't matter what the alliance is!"

Gomi Jiren scratched his cheek with his left hand into a claw, and scratched several blood marks as he looked at Sakurai Mamoru and smiled hideously.

"As long as I give an order, how dare anyone in the "Prison Dog" disobey Lao Tzu's order!"

"Forming an alliance or something is just something I can decide with a word, and just forming an alliance is too boring......"

"What I care about is who will lead the alliance after the alliance."

"Hey, old man! Since you have formed an alliance, let me also manage your clan! Wuwei Jiren said unscrupulously.

At this moment, he had already walked in front of Mamoru Sakurai, and just as he raised his foot and was about to step on Mamoru Sakurai's chair, Yan Xian took the lead in making a move.

I saw a strong wind on the high platform, Yan Xian disappeared on the high platform, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in the sky above the Wuwei Jiren, and the long legs blew a cold wind towards the head of the Wuwei Jiren.

"Bang!"

With a loud collision sound, Yan Xian landed steadily in front of Mamoru Sakurai with a backflip in midair, guarding Sakurai behind him.

Wuwei Jiren appeared dozens of meters away, without any scars on his body, and looked at Yan Xian with a disdainful smile on his face.

Between Wuwei Jiren and Yan Xian, there was a man who didn't know him, his face was older and looked similar to Yan Xian's, and he was estimated to be about sixty years old.

Although Yan Xian's blow was resisted, the middle-aged man was not completely uninjured, not only slid backwards for several meters, but even the arm that resisted also appeared as if he had been cut by a knife, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

"That's the second-in-command of the Prison Dog, Yagi. He has implemented the fighting style of "Prison Dog" and is extremely good at hand-to-hand combat. ”

Because he knew that Kamihi didn't know each other, Sakurai Haru explained on the side.

Shen Yin squinted his eyes and looked at the second-in-command of this "Prison Dog", this guy called Yagi should not be underestimated, and his strength should be in the middle of the same as that of Yan Xian.

Although his face is a little old, his limbs are extremely strong, and he has never had even and strong muscles without years of continuous exercise.

"Hmph." Yagi snorted coldly, and with the force of his right hand, he used the muscles of his arm to forcibly stop the blood from the wound.

"Let's have a good fight, old immortal." Yagi looked at Yan Xian and grinned, and a powerful spiritual power erupted from his body, which contained an amazing killing intent in the spiritual power.

Yan Xian frowned lightly, raised his right hand and chanted a mantra softly, "Shi Long Xian." ”

A huge stone pillar surged up from the ground, turning into a stone dragon in mid-air and biting at Yagi ferociously!

said that he would do it without the slightest hesitation, and Yan Xian also did not show the slightest weakness in terms of killing intent.

"Yagi and Yan Xian have been bitter rivals for decades, if it weren't for the fact that the demon slayer couldn't take action without permission, I'm afraid that one of the two of them would have been out of the world for a long time." Deacon Deer said with a frown on the side.

"Hahahaha, old ghost, is that the extent!" Yagi laughed arrogantly, his dry face even more terrifying under that hideous smile.

I saw that he did not retreat but advanced, and when he was about to collide with the stone dragon, his arm suddenly expanded several times, and he directly punched the dragon's head, making a deafening sound!

While the others were concerned about the outcome of the battle between the two, Kamikure was thinking in his heart about how it would be like for two guys in their sixties to sit there in front of the eighty-year-old Mamoru Sakurai, an old immortal and an old ghost.