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Three men and one woman, all Terran monks, wearing hoods and cloaks, dressed in black robes, each dressed as a mysterious stalker walking in the dark.

Niu Bu took the lead in contacting on the sacrificial stone platform of a barren mountain, and after confirming that the other party was indeed a servant of the Fighting Saint Clan, the vigilance in his heart decreased slightly.

"Is there only three or two big cats and kittens in the Fighting Saint Clan, the inheritor of the Fighting Saint is in the world, how can it be that only the Yuheng Wheel is a real person to greet him?"

The jerky voice was a little dissatisfied, in the past, the servants of the Fighting Saint Clan put the safety of the inheritors of the Fighting Saints first, especially when the Awakened were discovered, there were definitely big people who came to escort them.

Although the realm cultivation of the four people in front of him is not low, two real people and two high-ranking monarchs, they are not yet in the eyes of Lao Niu, which is far lower than his psychological expectations.

"At this point, we are just observers, and it is impossible to determine whether the Awakened Inheritor is true or false because of your words. We need to meet face-to-face and confirm the true identity of the Awakened, and Lord Chu Feiyun and Lord Liuyu will personally lead us. ”

The male observer at the head frowned, in the past hundred years, there have been four or five rumors of the Fighting Saint Awakened in various places, and the two adults in his mouth went in person, but in the end it turned out that it was just a false report.

There were too many fake news, and the few leaders of the Fighting Saint Clan in the Northern Star Domain lost their fanatical intentions.

This time, the four of them came because they were upholding the oath of the Fighting Saint Clan, otherwise, who would be bored and come to such a remote corner of the True Martial Realm to suffer.

"Hmph, I want to see the master, and I don't want to see if you are qualified. ”

Niu didn't hesitate to punch out, and went straight to the face of the middle-aged monk at the head, and although the violent punch was blocked, the tsunami-like power of the mountain still made the observation make his face change wildly.

Knock knock!

The bombarded observer took more than twenty steps back before he stood still, the stone slabs under his feet were trampled and cracked in dozens of pieces, and the hood that originally covered his face was torn to pieces by the fist wind, revealing his true face.

This is a monk with a face full of vicissitudes, his temples are covered in white, his sharp sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, and his silver-white eyes look different from the rest of the world.

Behind it, a large silver-gray longbow folded but also spanned most of its body, and the bowstring as thick as a baby's little finger showed the strength of the bow.

Hula-la.

The three observers behind were shocked, subconsciously lifted the cloak on their bodies, took out the longbow behind their backs, and pointed the bow and arrow at Niu Bu with a brush, all of them with solemn and angry expressions.

"What does this mean, do you want to attack the Fighting Saint Clan's Servant Observer!"

The silver-eyed observation envoy still maintained the minimum etiquette, and he deeply understood the horror of the punch of the old cow, although the realm of this strong monk in front of him was lower than him, but the real combat power was likely to be above him.

Whoever has the biggest fist in the immortal cultivation world will have the right to speak.

Even if Niu Bu punched first, he didn't want to provoke a dispute, and hurriedly signaled the three people behind him to withdraw their bows and arrows.

Niu Bu looked at the monk's face in front of him and fell into a brief memory.

"The Silver Elves, known as the nobles of the Silver Race, the Great Clan that was originally calling for wind and rain in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, would become the servants of the Fighting Saint Clan, it is really surprising. ”

The cow grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his body stiffened with a grim gaze that made several observations stiffen.

"Who the hell are you, who do you know who we are?"

No matter how good his cultivation is, the identity that has been hidden has been revealed by someone in one word, the silver-eyed monk stretched out his bow and arrows in a breath, and the arrows that radiated brilliance pointed at the head of the cow.

The Silver Elves are natural marksmen, and their ancestors were in the glory days, but they are known to be powerful beings who can shoot down the Golden Crow.

The cow pursed his lips without hesitation, turned around disdainfully, and jumped up into the stone cave next to him.

"Hmph, cheap you soft bones, hurry up and get here, the master wants to see you." ”

Inside the cave is a temporary teleportation array, which leads directly to the small world of Queyang, Di Yunxiao can't be sure of the other party's intentions, but in any case, it is the safest to see you in your own base camp.

Seeing that Niu did not hesitate to move angrily, several archers of the Silver Clan hesitated for a moment, and followed the old cow into the teleportation array.

Then the brilliance flashed, and the temporarily carved teleportation array pattern was like a weathered rock, and in an instant, it was full of holes, disappeared with the wind, and disappeared.

Not long after the few people left, a will descended on the mountain, and after scanning back and forth, they showed surprise.

"Hmm! It's funny, I was able to get rid of my wandering thoughts. ”

This will doesn't care about the disappearance of the cow, and after scanning it to no avail, it slowly dissipates between heaven and earth.

・・・・・・

The beige butter candlelight flickered, the bronze statue of the head was embedded in the wall, and in the dim candlelight, Di Yunxiao shook the crystal wine glass, and the scarlet wine flowed.

In front of him, Lao Niu and the four Fighting Saint Clans seemed to walk out of the void and suddenly appeared in this beautifully decorated and atmospheric living room.

"Hmm, the guests are here. ”

Di Yunxiao looked at several visitors carefully through the crystal wine glass, and felt the blood breath flowing in the other party's body, and it was rare for him to get up and salute.

"Silver blood! Elves, I never thought that in the time and space thousands of years later, there would still be descendants of the Silver Clan walking outside. ”

Several of the Fighting Saint Clan's faces stiffened when they observed it, they had not yet adapted to the mutated environment around them, and when they saw the tall and polite Emperor Yunxiao, they hurriedly returned the salute.

Among the silver races, the elves are definitely the race that pays the most attention to etiquette, which is the mark imprinted in the bone marrow.

"Hello, honorable candidate, my name is Saloran Silver Spirit, and I am honored to meet you here. ”

"In order to confirm your identity as the inheritor of the Battle Saint, please also sacrifice a drop of essence blood. ”

Saloran Silver Spirit is the leading middle-aged monk, although he has a good impression of Di Yunxiao, but until the other party's true bloodline is confirmed, Di Yunxiao is only a candidate to be chosen.

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and with a flick of his fingers, a drop of blood was forced out directly from the depths of his bone marrow and flew towards Saloran.

I saw a flash of silver, and the drop of blood was absorbed by the mysterious disk, and the rushing blood mist surged in an instant, transforming into a special image, reaching the essence of the bloodline.

The living room was depressed, whether it was the old cow or the several elves of the silver bloodline, their expressions were tense, staring at the bloodline roulette wheel in Saloran's hand.

This will be the test that will determine the future belonging of the Battle Saint Clan, so they can't help but be nervous.

In the time of a hundred breaths, the blood wheel fell silent again after a string of brilliance.