Chapter 112: Breaking the Shackles
The four days that Dongjun left were also the last day of the assessment in Boyang City, and since last night, Tian Ze did not go to the waterfall to cultivate, but crossed his knees and adjusted his state to the peak.
"Brother Tianze is very short on time, it's time for us to go." Yun Zong pushed open the door and reminded softly. He was still a little unaccustomed to calling Tian Ze the Cloud Pavilion Master, or his cousin.
Hearing this, Tian Ze slowly opened his eyes, and a terrifying coercion, as he opened his eyes, instantly swept around, making Yun Zong, who was standing on the side, enter the ice cellar, and his body shivered uncontrollably.
"Brother Tianze, you... The martial arts... Could it be that he has already broken through the Grandmaster Realm? Feeling the coercion that Tian Ze had unintentionally emanated, Yun Zong swallowed his saliva and asked with doubts in his eyes.
Tian Ze didn't answer Yun Zong's words, straightened up the somewhat wrinkled black silk clothes on his body, and slowly stood up.
Stepping on heavy steps towards this assessment place, Boyang City.
Anyang City was about two hundred miles away from Boyang City, and this distance was not too far for the two Heaven-level ninth-order masters.
It only took them more than two hours to come to the edge of the city and arrived at Boyang City, the place of this assessment.
On both sides of Boyang City are a series of Baizhang mountain cliffs, the cliffs of Baizhang cliffs, as if they were split by someone with a sword, and the whole passage is like a giant sword across here.
At the end of the cliff of Baizhang is a huge city, this city, the city wall is more than 20 zhang high, the whole is dark gray, giving people a sense of heaviness that cannot be shaken, looking from a distance like an ancient giant beast entrenched there.
Under the city walls, countless pedestrians came and went, flocking to the city.
"What a majestic Boyang City..."Tian Ze looked at the Boyang City in front of him, and also sighed slightly.
This city is even more magnificent than Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea, and the majestic momentum makes him feel unshakable.
"Boyang City is one of the seven giant cities of Momen architecture, although it is located in a remote location, it is the result of the efforts of countless sages of the Mo family." Yun Zong patted Tian Ze's shoulder affectionately, the two of them are now playing cousins, so naturally they can't be too rusty.
The city built by the sages of the Mo family... Tian Ze was slightly surprised in his heart, it was obvious that the other six countries also had cities built by Momen, but he didn't know whether the control inside belonged to the rulers of each country or the Mo family.
"Cousin... Let's get into town. ”
"Hmm." Tian Ze nodded slightly, and walked towards Boyang City with heavy steps.
Warriors are not allowed to fly outside Boyang City, so they can only line up according to the rules and enter the city on foot. Tian Ze and Yun Zong walked along the center of both sides of the cliff for half an hour before they arrived at the gate of Boyang City.
Looking closer, the magnificent momentum of Boyang City, the gate is like the heavenly palace in ancient mythology, more than five meters wide and more than ten meters high.
On either side of the gate stood two teams of guards, dressed in black armor and swords at their waists, standing neatly and neatly, looking like a wolf lurking on the side and devouring people.
These guards are extraordinary, and at a glance you can tell that they are iron-blooded men who have been baptized by countless bloody storms, not the kind of tall and burly ones who were chosen to act as a façade.
How powerful the power of Momen is, you can see one or two from these guards guarding the gate in Boyang City, the aura exuded by them should be masters above the fourth order!
"Anyang City, I'm afraid it's already under the control of Momen..."Tian Ze thought so in his heart, shocked by the Mo family forces lurking in various countries.
"Cousin, wait... We can't get in from here. Seeing Tian Ze walking towards the main entrance, Yun Zong hurriedly stopped him.
Seeing that Tianze stopped and looked at him suspiciously, Yun Zong explained embarrassedly: "The major cities of Wei have rules that non-nobles or martial arts masters cannot enter the city through the main gate..."
"Oh? Aristocrat... Grandmaster..."Tian Ze looked at Yun Sect and frowned slightly, he is the crown prince of the Hundred Yue Wild Land, even if he does not destroy the country, he is not a nobleman, and his martial arts are still far from the real grandmaster realm...
"Let's go inside." After a moment of silence, Tian Ze looked at the small doors on both sides of the main entrance, and walked inside, his expression did not change in the slightest.
Whether it is a nobleman or a grandmaster, it is not his ultimate goal, what does the gate and the small door have to do with him? He is a person who aspires to become the supreme of the Ninety-Five, and he does not despise this kind of glory at all.
Compared with the main gate of Boyang City, the side gate is much smaller, but it is still more than two meters wide and five or six meters high.
Along the way, the ancient city built by the Mo family brought him a lot of shocks and had a great impact on his soul.
The assessment place of the giant conference is located in a large hall in the center of Boyang City, and before the two of them entered the main hall, Tianze felt a majestic momentum rising from the main hall!
This momentum, condensed by countless powerhouses, was overwhelming, as if breaking through the clouds in the sky.
The top powerhouses of the Momen of the Wei State are all gathered inside, and this powerful momentum is more shocking than the thousands of troops and horses.
This frightening momentum, even if it is so far away, still amazes Tianze.
"Click! Yes! Ah......h
"Hey, hey... Haha..."
"Click... Click..."
In the distance, Tianze heard all kinds of voices coming from the main hall, there were screams of pain, excited cheers, shouts that shook the heavens and the earth, the sound of broken bones, and the sound of muscles and bones... It's astounding.
"This is the assessment place of the Boyang City Giant Conference! Cousin, let's go in. Yun Zong looked at Tian Ze beside him and explained to him.
The two of them were at the door of the main hall, and after a strict examination by the guards, they entered the main hall, and the hall was five steps and one post, and ten steps and one sentry, and the momentum of the guards was obviously stronger than the guards of the gate.
"Cousin, this time the Giant Conference, you are entering as the Yun Sect of the Wei Mo Baiwen Pavilion." Yun Zong approached Tian Ze and solemnly instructed in his ear.
"Yes." Tian Ze nodded slightly, there are many branches of the Mo family, but they are mainly Zhao Mo, Wei Mo, Han Mo, Qin Mo, Qi Mo, Chu Mo, Yan Mo, the seven branches, and the Baiwen Pavilion located in the Wei State is undoubtedly Wei Mo.
Through identity verification, the two entered the school grounds, where hundreds of people were already waiting.
These people, all of them are young masters above the heaven level, and they all have their essence outward, their eyes are shining, and they all look very powerful.
The presence of Yun Zong and Tian Ze immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Haha... Isn't this the Cloud Sect? ”
Just when Yun Zong took Tian Ze into the martial arts competition school, a slender young man wearing brocade clothes greeted him with a big laugh.
Behind the boys, there were more than a dozen teenagers who were also dressed brightly, each of them looking extremely imposing.
"Brother Chu!" Yun Zong hugged his fists and smiled at him.
Tian Ze could feel that when Yun Zong and this brocade-clothed young man looked at each other, his eyes were flickering, and sparks were about to explode at any time.
"Yun Zong, you are a waste who shrinks your head and tail all day long, and you dare to come to the Giant Conference to toss?" The brocade-clothed young man didn't look at Yun Zong, but looked at Tian Ze contemptuously, his dark eyes full of sarcasm.
Tian Ze completely ignored the sarcasm of the brocade-clothed boy, a brainless waste like him, he felt that he was wasting his precious life even if he looked at it more.