Qingfeng City, inside the Yang clan's station, on the huge martial arts arena.

Qingfeng Yang's black Jiao flag hunted in the air, waving in the wind.

On the granite-paved floor, rows of people dressed in black scale armor and heavy helmets showed only two swarthy eyes.

The queue was neat, and the frequency and aura on everyone's body seemed to be a whole, and the military array was fierce and imposing.

This is a neat discipline that can only be experienced after thousands of trainings and life-and-death struggles.

This is the most elite black scale army of the Yang clan, although there are only 3,000 people, but each of them is a martial artist with more than three layers of forging body, usually practicing according to the method of military formation, forming a group army to cooperate with each other, once it falls, even the acquired martial artist can be encircled and killed.

This is not comparable to the armies that Yang Ming has experienced in the world of Jianghu Fengyun, in the world of Jianghu Fengyun, even if it is the royal Praetorian Guard, the main body is only mortal, but every soldier in the Black Scale Army is a warrior.

If it is placed in the legend of the rivers and lakes, any soldier of the Black Scale Army is comparable to a second-rate master!

These three thousand black-scaled troops are the second Dinghai Divine Needle of the Yang clan in addition to Yang Xudao, the innate ancestor of the Divine Dragon, who has no end in sight, which is comparable to half an innate being!

At the end of the martial arts arena, there is a high platform as high as nine zhang, with layers of stairs, like a towering and solemn pyramid.

At the top of the tower, there is a huge bronze tripod, and there is a table full of three animal sacrifices in front of the tripod, which is fresh and hot.

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the festival begins!"

The master of ceremonies sang loudly.

The entire martial arts arena was solemn, and Yang Xinggang, the patriarch of the Yang clan, and the three elders of the acquired consummation stepped forward in unison.

"One sacrifice to the sky!"

"Second Sacrifice Land!"

"Three Sacrifices to the Ancestors!"

Accompanied by a solemn voice, all the Yang clan people present, even the spectators next to them, even if they were usually unruly, bowed down and saluted the heavens and the earth and their ancestors.

Standing in front of the three thousand Black Scale Army, Yang Ming, who was in the position of the leading Acquired Elder, was no exception.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Yang clan walked out of the mountains, worked hard all the way to improve themselves, and the Yang family dominated Qingfeng City.

The actions of the ancestors of the Yang family, the blood shed on the road to rise, can definitely afford to enjoy the children of the Yang family who enjoy the shade of such a ceremony.

Sacrificing heaven and earth is to thank heaven and earth for their grace of life and nourishment, and sacrificing to ancestors and ancestors is not to forget the original.

Even Yang Ming, in this world where the clans and sects jointly govern the world, if it weren't for the Yang family, how could there be such a stable environment to cultivate martial arts, and how could there be enough resources for him to practice?

If you grew up in a wilderness family, the cultivation exercises are just some superficial breathing methods, and sometimes even eating is a problem, so how can you have the time and resources for you to practice.

After enjoying the shade of others, what I paid was just a bow, and I already made a lot of money.

"Bow down!"

"Second worship!"

"Three bows!"

"Rite into ......."

After the master of ceremonies sang loudly, he saw Yang Xinggang, the patriarch of the Yang clan, with a solemn face, and inserted three sticks of incense on the tripod.

After worshipping the ancestors, the venue finally entered the main topic at this time.

I saw Yang Xinggang walk to the front of the high platform, look at the dense black crowd under him, and shout in a majestic voice:

"Yang's boy!"

"In!"

"In!"

"In!"

The overwhelming sound suddenly rose into the sky like a tsunami, and although Yang Ming was only standing at the bottom of the high platform, he also felt a surging excitement surging in his heart.

"This battle is related to my Yang family's foundation, and there will be victory and undefeated!"

Yang Xinggang clenched his fists and raised them high into the air, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he roared loudly, and his majestic voice almost resounded throughout the entire Qingfeng City.

"Willing to fight to the death!"

Below, black waves rise and fall like ocean waves.

The huge Yang family, although it is rarely necessary to fight for power and profit on weekdays, but it is suppressed by the strongest, and the struggle is only limited to a range, which can be regarded as healthy competition and promotes each other.

And when the foreign enemy comes, the whole family will twist into a rope and burst out with extremely terrifying power!

"Let's go, send troops!"

With an angry roar from the Yang clan patriarch, the black scale army under the field turned around neatly, surging outward like an iron-armored torrent.

The entire Qingfeng City seemed to move, and there was the sound of iron armor colliding everywhere, groups of soldiers walked past the main street, pedestrians got out of the way, and the main city street was full of onlookers.

"Look, that's the Yang Clan's Black Scale Army! I heard that every soldier in it must have at least a third-level cultivation of forging body!"

"It's amazing!" someone had reverence in his eyes and was full of amazement.

This is not flattery, you must know that in some villages outside, a martial artist with a forging body of three layers may already be the strongest existence in the village, and now there are more than three thousand in front of him, which is simply incredible.

However, no matter what they discussed, there was no change on the face of each soldier of the Black Scale Army, and they silently took one step at a time, converging into a torrent, and the silent evil aura was shocking.

Led by the Yang family's 3,000 black scale army, plus more than a dozen vassal families, a total of more than 30,000 men and horses, it was like a black torrent heading towards Shahe Town.

.......

At the same time, in a dark corner on the side of the city, two sneaky men were talking to each other, exchanging information in low voices.

In a moment a short time a monkey-like man scurried through the no-man's corner and swept away, while the other blended into the crowd and disappeared again.

The monkey man walked through a dark alleyway with a stinking ditch in front of him, but he didn't hesitate to plunge into it, swimming out of the city through the culvert under the ditch.

Half an hour later, when the night darkened, a bush of lush trees moved in the wilderness and dense forest miles outside the city, and a figure fell from the canopy, it was a dwarf monkey man.

In the dim light of the sky, I saw him take out a whistle with a strange style from his arms, blow it gently, and in the subtle and short whistle sound, I saw an arc flash in mid-air, and a fist-sized, hummingbird-like bird shot over and landed on the shoulder of the dwarf monkey man.

The monkey man wrapped a silk book in the shape of a cylinder, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, tied it to the bird's feet, and blew another whistle, and saw thunder and lightning flash in the void, and the bird had disappeared without a trace.......