Chapter 831: The Beast Soul Roars
"Master Yanlan, the little monk is waiting to open his eyes!"
Wuse stood up, folded his hands, and said to Yanlan with a smile, his eyes really flashed with anticipation.
Yan Lan stood up slowly, nodded and smiled, and said lightly: "Do your best!"
At this moment, the most nervous thing is the four elders of the Zhan family, he invited Yan Lan to come, but it was specifically to win the thunder purple eagle.
In the eyes of the Zhan family, the thunder purple eagle is not only a powerful beast, but also a symbol of the glory of a clan. Although Yan Lan is not a member of the Zhan family, the Zhan family can invite him to come and compete for the Zhan family.
One shows that the Zhanjia vision is accurate, and the other shows the ability of the Zhanjia. After all, anyone who can take advantage of the situation can serve the Zhanjia, which also reflects the extraordinaryness of the Zhanjia.
The four elders of the Zhan family took a deep breath and said to Yan Lan: "Be sure to do your best, this will be of great benefit to you and me." â
Yan Lan nodded slightly, then jumped into the air and slowly floated down to Luoyun Square.
When Yan Lan swept over Xuan Qi, he could detect that Xuan Qi's eyes were like blades, and he wanted to split him in half immediately.
About half a stick of incense, all the contestants have arrived.
Yan Lan's spiritual sense swept lightly, and he was shocked to find that there were actually more than 1,600 disciples participating in this beast taming competition.
"Tsk, the probability of one in a thousand is really a lot of pressure! I don't know what surprising method the Beast Taming Alliance will come up with to eliminate some of the people who are indiscriminate. â
Yan Lan secretly figured it out, and didn't spend much energy to detect some of these powerhouses. Because after a while, the person who can stay in Luoyun Square will naturally be an outstanding powerhouse.
Yan Lan closed his eyes slightly, waiting quietly, not caring about the huge killing machine that fell on him.
In the sky, the silver-robed old man spread out his strong spiritual sense, like a huge wave in the sky, surging all the participants.
Yan Lan only felt that spiritual sense. Like a bone-scraping steel knife, it swept back and forth in his body.
Yan Lan didn't deliberately shield this spiritual sense, and the silver-robed old man did it openly, which naturally made sense. He can't break the rules.
After a while, the silver-robed old man snorted angrily, raised his big palm, and released a pulling force, which turned out to be in the crowd of participants. More than 100 people grabbed it like a turnip, and then threw it violently and threw it to the edge of the square.
"This animal taming competition, it has been openly stated before the competition, it is to select young talents, and the age of the contestants cannot exceed half a child. I look at your wheel of life, and you are all over thirty years old. In this league, there are also open and rigorous competitions, if you think you have real skills. You can sign up to participate, don't fish in troubled waters here. â
The silver-robed old man shouted majestically, and the more than 100 people, all of whom drooped their heads, and none of them raised objections.
Yan Lan was slightly suspicious in his heart: "Those who were able to enter the Purple Immortal Mansion at the beginning were also limited to less than half a jiazi. Could it be said that once a person is past half of his age, his talent and aptitude have been fixed. Before the half-jiazi, there were still zĂ i variables?"
Actually, Yan Lan's guess. Indeed, this is the truth, at least in the realm of cultivation, and it is generally recognized as the truth.
Although not absolutely, the vast majority of monks. After the age of thirty, it is roughly stereotyped. Unless you encounter an opportunity against the sky in the future, you may be able to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly and produce qualitative changes.
At this time, there were about 1,500 people left in Luoyun Square.
Yan Lan's expression remained unchanged. Waiting for the arrangement to go with the flow.
The silver-robed old man coughed lightly and said in a loud voice: "As we all know, taming a fierce beast requires not only strong cultivation, but also a strong soul. Then comes the test of your souls. â
The silver-robed old man waved his robe, and there were immediately thirty more fanged ghost dogs on Luoyun Square.
Yan Lan's eyes opened slightly, staring at the fanged ghost dog. He is no stranger to this beast, and he has seen it in the Frost Country. The fanged ghost dog ranks 1,000 on the Luo Tian Thousand Beasts List, and its talent is to call souls.
The ghost dog roared, and the soul was shaken, which was by no means child's play.
Yan Lan's soul power swept slightly, and then his eyes widened sharply, and he exclaimed in his heart: "These fanged ghost dogs, their strength has actually reached the Five Yan Infant Transformation Stage. The foundation of the Beast Taming Alliance is really unfathomable, and if you shoot casually, it is thirty fanged ghost dogs with the strength of the five-day infant transformation period. This kind of courage, within this million-mile territory, except for the Beast Taming Alliance, I am afraid that no second one can handle it. â
The silver-robed old man stood in the air and said loudly: "You have 1,500 people, every fifty people, around a fanged ghost dog. The distance from the ghost dog is 30 zhang. â
At the sound of the order, everyone moved.
Many people looked at each fanged ghost dog, as if they wanted to see which one was the weakest.
The corners of Yan Lan's mouth raised, and he walked towards a fanged ghost dog in front of him. These fanged ghost dogs, I'm afraid they were carefully selected by the Beast Taming Alliance, and the strength of each one is almost the same, and there is nothing to choose.
Yan Lan came to a ghost dog thirty feet away, and just stood still, in front of his right, a sharp eye burst out.
Yan Lan looked at that gaze, and saw Xuan Qi standing there proudly, his eyes always staring at him, full of cold killing intent.
Yan Lan frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "Brother Wuse has a saying, Xuanqi talent and chance are not under me." Maybe Brother Wuse has great magical powers in terms of seeing people. In my opinion, Xuan Qi is also unpredictable, and even more unfathomable than the Tianlu Martial Arts Trial Ceremony, the Tianjiao disciples such as Situ Zhaoyun and Zhou Yuxiao I encountered. It's just that I don't know, what are the hole cards that Xuan Qi has?"
This time, Yan Lan's gaze did not retreat, but responded to Xuan Qi, who was also full of cold and murderous gaze.
If it weren't for Xuan's abandonment, Qingxuan would not have died, Tiangangmen would not have almost perished, and those senior brothers and brothers would not have died tragically. There are countless innocent monks, and they will not be reduced to the point where life is worse than death.
Xuanqi, damn it, kill it!
At this time, the shouts of the silver-robed old man came from the sky: "Everyone, pay attention, welcome the terrifying soul cry of the fanged ghost dog!"
As soon as the words fell, the thirty fanged ghost dogs, all with fierce eyes, coldly glanced at the people around them, and immediately, their big mouths opened, revealing sharp and sharp teeth, and a majestic roar erupted from the mouth of the ghost dogs.
The fanged ghost dog barked while turning its body in a circle, causing everyone around to be devastated by the screaming spirit.
In an instant, Yan Lan felt a fishy smell, rushing towards him, and a surging soul sound, like a huge wave, rushed towards him.
"My soul has been tempered several times, and it is extremely heavy, and there is a thunder soul to suppress the soul, and the soul of a strange beast is powerful and residing in the soul, and this kind of barking is like the sound of an ordinary dog barking to me. â
Yan Lan squinted his eyes slightly, and his expression did not move at all.
But Yan Lan's body is not as calm as him. (To be continued.) )