Yang Beidang's eyes revealed a little unwillingness, a little incomprehension, and a little reluctance, he had obviously confirmed that the deadwood Dao people had completely lost their breath of life because of the heavy injury, so who was behind him, who dared to openly break the rules, stepped on the platform of life and death, and gave himself this fatal blow.

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, and his eyes began to drift and his vision became more and more blurry. In front of the stands, there are people from their own families.

He must have looked terrible when he was defeated, otherwise why did everyone look like that......

Yang Beidang briefly had the above thoughts in his mind, and his body went weak and fell on the platform of life and death.

Behind him, the Dead Wood Daoist had the ink qilin stuck in his head, but he was not affected at all, standing there majestically, holding the long sword that killed him in his hand, the long sword that pierced the back of Yang Beidang's head!

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the Deadwood Daoist actually pulled the ink qilin out of his face, not a drop of blood flowed out of the wound, and the huge wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After just a few breaths, the Deadwood Daoist was completely back to normal, and there was no wound in sight, and the floating stones around him remerged together, turning into a twisted branch and returning to his hand.

The dead wood Taoist looked at Yang Bei's broken corpse, and said expressionlessly: "I said it, vote for an ordinary family in the next life, and don't get involved in the grievances of these wealthy families anymore!"

The Yang family in the stands was sad and angry, no one expected that this dead wood Taoist would have the magic of resurrecting the dead, and he would be able to turn defeat into victory. It's also to blame Yang Beidang for breaking the carelessness, otherwise he wouldn't have been defeated so easily.

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Yang Beidang's broken corpse on the ground, and couldn't let go for a long time.

Obviously, he has always had the upper hand, why did he suddenly die in battle.

However, the path of cultivation is so cruel, not only is it subject to many restrictions by the laws of heaven and earth, but also it is necessary to face the choice of life and death all the time. If you make a mistake, you will lose all your previous achievements and fall into reincarnation.

Strange things happen again.

Under the gaze of everyone, the ink unicorn that had lost its owner suddenly let out a strange buzzing sound, and it actually rose into the air by itself, circled three times on Yang Beidang's broken corpse, suddenly turned around, broke through the air at a rapid speed, and disappeared without a trace.

None of the people present had ever seen this situation, and although some of the spiritual weapons had a machine spirit, they had no self-awareness, and everything was under the orders of their masters. This kind of self-deflation phenomenon is simply unheard of.

Qingluan's expression was calm, and he said to Zhang Xiaoshan: "The beggar's exercise on the stage seems to be called "Dead Wood in Spring", which is a profound wood attribute exercise, which requires the cultivator to make an agreement with a naturally existing spiritual creature between heaven and earth to live and die together. No wonder he was so badly injured that he could recover!"

"What else do you remember?" Zhang Xiaoshan was most worried that this Qingluan had recovered all her memory, and at that time she knew that she had been coaxing her, and that was her biggest trouble.

"Those memories all appeared by themselves!" Qingluan said slowly, "It seems that there is nothing else to think of!"

Two matchups a day, because this one ends quickly, and the next one is about to start. The monks of the Yang family carried Yang Beidang's broken body down, and others would send it back to the city.

In the next showdown, the Yang family sent an old man with white hair, but his cultivation was worthy of the foundation period. He was dressed in an earthy yellow robe, with an apricot-yellow gourd tied around his waist and a flat pole diagonally stuck behind his back. Coupled with his old countenance, he did not look like a monk at all, but more like a farmer in an ordinary peasant family.

I don't know how the high-level Yang family would send such a person? Zhang Xiaoshan completely forgot that he was only a monk in the foundation building period.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Zhang Xiaoshan, in the recent period, all the people he has come into contact with are some peerless masters, which invisibly and subtly makes him think that the foundation building period is nothing.

There are so many monks in the world, and there are very few who can reach the foundation building period.

For the white-haired old man, he only knew that his name was "Yang Juxin", which he still saw on the stone pillar next to the duel platform, and he didn't know anything about the identity of this Yang Juxin, so he asked Yang Dong Baili in front of him.

Yang Dong Baili was full of grief, with tears in his eyes, and he still hadn't recovered from Yang Beidang's ruin. She said with tears in her eyes: "That's Yang Juxin, the twelfth elder of the Elders' House, and his strength is extraordinary!"

Zhang Xiaoshan only thought that Elder Yang Juxin was hiding his true cultivation, so he said to Qingluan: "Qing'er, how is the cultivation of that person in the stand?"

Qingluan glanced at it and said disdainfully: "Wei Mo Dao Xing, just go up and find death!"

Yang Dong Baili was a little angry and said: "You demon cultivator, dare to insult me, my Yang family!"

"Senior, she has no intentions, please don't be surprised!"

"Take care of your companions, you will open your eyes in a while, and take a good look at Elder Komanbu's methods!" Yang Dong Baili turned his head angrily and ignored Zhang Xiaoshan and Qingluan.

After listening to Yang Dong Baili's words, Zhang Xiaoshan thought in his heart: This twelve elders can enter the Elders' House with the cultivation of the foundation building period, either because they have strange skills, or they have other treasures, otherwise even if he himself is high, he will not be able to enter the Elders' House, this is the unchanging rule of the four major families for thousands of years, and no one dares to break it.

Yang Juxin doesn't look like a person who is good at fighting, standing on the stage and looking around nervously, his legs are shaking unconsciously, where is the slightest trace of a master's demeanor.

On the side of the Sima family, she walked up to the Shen Fairy who had appeared in Sima Leiyun's tent before, she was still dressed up as a bewitching appearance, and she was holding a purple lotus flower in her hand.

No matter how you look at this duel, the Sima family is about to win, after all, the realm of the two sides is too different, and a monk in the foundation building period can't fight against a monk in the Yuan infant stage. I'm afraid that as long as Fairy Shen spews out some Dan Fire, he can easily kill the twelve elders of the Yang family.

Zhang Xiaoshan found that except for his own lack of confidence in this old man, the rest of the Yang family's monks were all full of confidence in this old man.

Yang Juxin looked at Fairy Shen who came to the stage, hugged his fists, and said, "I didn't expect that the famous Purple Lotus Fairy would come to my Yang family's desolate Wuwei Mansion, which really flattered us?"

"Hehe!" Fairy Shen laughed exaggeratedly, threw a few winks at Yang Juxin, and said, "You old man, your mouth is quite sweet! I can't even bear to kill you!"

Yang Juxin also laughed, "Haha! Everyone in the world knows that the Purple Lotus Fairy is murderous and is a demon magnification full of evil. I can kill you today, and I want to add a few more strokes to my Yang family's prestige!"

Fairy Shen's face changed, and he threw the purple lotus flower in front of him, and shouted angrily: "What an old thing who doesn't know whether to live or die, watch me use your soul to drink!"

Two people act at the same time!

A thick purple mist erupted from the Purple Lotus Fairy's mouth, enveloping the entire platform, and at the same time, the purple lotus flower became huge as it swirled, and let out a terrible wail.

On the other side, Elder Yang Juxin calmly took off the gourd on his waist and shook it gently, and at the same time, the flat pole behind his back actually flew in front of him on its own and began to spin violently in place.

The purple fog completely enveloped the life and death platform, and the people in the stands on both sides could not see the situation inside at all. Those with advanced mana used their divine senses to observe, but they found that these purple fogs could actually resist the glances of the divine sense, and aggressively followed the divine sense, conveying a cold aura to the minds of the surrounding monks.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Purple Lotus Fairy is good at the art of yin souls and kills people like hemp, but now it seems that it is not true!

Zhang Xiaoshan stared nervously at the thick smoke in front of him, very worried, and didn't know what the results of the other battlefield duels were, but it was obvious that in the duel table here, the Yang family was going to lose two games in a row, and today's winner should be the Sima family.

"Whoosh...... Suddenly, in the purple smoke, there was a violent sound of breaking through the air, and several mournful wails were heard!

The voice sounded like a man rather than a woman, and it was unpleasant to hear, it could not have been made by Elder Yang Juxin.

After four or five breaths, the purple fog gradually thinned out.

On the small platform, there was only Elder Yang Juxin sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he was tying the gourd in his hand back to his waist, and the flat pole turned into twenty-eight sharp and dazzling swords.

There are also some irregular debris scattered on the ground, which obscures most of the platform.

The next moment, the surrounding crowd smelled a strong smell of blood.

From the debris, a large amount of red smoke rose and let out a terrible scream.

"He actually used the soul of a living person to refine a magic weapon, and he was innocent of death!" Elder Yang Juxin shouted lightly. At this time, Elder Yang Juxin's eyes glared angrily, coupled with the twenty-eight swords surrounding him, which was diametrically opposed to the temperament he had revealed before.

Zhang Xiaohu only hated the purple smoke just now, and he didn't even see how Elder Yang Juxin defeated the enemy.

The miscellaneous items on the ground were the smashed corpse of the Purple Lotus Fairy and the fragments of his own magic weapon.

The twenty-eight swords collectively spun in a circle in the air, and a white light shone brightly, and when they reappeared, they had already reverted to the ordinary flat pole.

"What a powerful magic weapon?" Zhang Xiaoshan praised sincerely.

It is no wonder that Elder Yang Juxin was able to advance to the House of Elders only with the cultivation of the foundation building period, and with only the two treasures of the gourd and the flat dan, how could an ordinary monk be his opponent.

The two duels here are all over, and according to their own agreement, they need to hang the names of the personnel on the second day on the stone pillar.

On the tall stone pillar, four more names soon appeared.

The Yang family's side is: Yang Dong Bai Li! Bai Zhiyuan!

The Sima family is: Han Qianguang!

In today's duel, the two sides played a draw, and those who should have won ended up dying! Those who lost easily won! The subtlety of Xuanmen is all in between.

The two sides did not communicate, and each returned with his own people.

Zhang Xiaoshan followed Yang Bei's coffin and returned to Wuwei Mansion.

Under the gates of the city stood weeping residents, each holding alfalfa flowers in their hands, placing them on the side of the road, and continuing to wail loudly.

Yang Beidang's body will stay in the city's Liufang Square for seven days before being buried in the Yang family's cemetery.

This sadness lasted until sunset, and all 12 wonderful duels on the first day ended, and the Yang family won six of them, and similarly, there were also six masters who were killed by the Sima family, and the two sides sent their masters on the first day, but they didn't expect to only have a draw.

Of course, the Sima family understands that this Yang family is a thousand-year-old family in the end, and the so-called rotten ship still has three catties of nails, and the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse! Not to mention that the Yang family has always been prosperous, and it is by no means something that can be bullied by others.

And the Yang family was also a master on the first day, but he didn't expect to lose two Yuan Infant Stage monks and four Jindan Stage monks on the first day, this loss was too tragic, and even Yang Beidang, the leader of the younger generation of the Yang family, was killed. Even if the Yang family won this duel by luck, I am afraid that it will also be a big injury, and it will be difficult to recover without hundreds of years.

Yang Beidangpo's corpse was lying on a grief-stricken woman, it was Yang Beidangpo's wife "Wang Luoxi!" She married Yang Beidangpo for seven years, the husband and wife were deeply in love and in love, but unfortunately there has been no heir, half a year ago Wang Luoxi just found out that he was pregnant with Liujia, when the husband and wife were very happy, but they didn't expect that today's broken intestines are at the end of the world, and the fetus in the womb has become a posthumous child.

Yang Dong Junsheng's face was gloomy, he was the patriarch of the Yang family, everything went well, but there was only Yang Beidang in his heart, the two of them were brothers and opponents, and they had been secretly competing with each other for several years.

Seeing Wang Luoxi crying like a tearful man, Yang Dong Junsheng stepped forward and comforted: "Brother and sister, Dang Po is my good brother, he died in battle today, everything for you and your nephew will be responsible for the family in the future, you must take care of your body, and take care of the broken child!"

When Wang Luoxi heard this, he thought that he was pregnant, so he held back his grief, gently stroked his abdomen with his hand, showed perseverance, and said, "Patriarch, tell me last night...... If something misfortune happens to him, I hope that this child can worship the names of the elders of the Liema Hall and inherit the spirit of the Yang family. ”

Nalie Matang is the assassination institution of the Yang family, it is the most core of the Yang family, the most terrifying branch, the children in it have to go through the most rigorous training and cultivation since childhood, and they have to be active outside all the time when they become adults, and it is the sharpest dagger for the Yang family to eradicate the enemy. Of course, being in the Burning Horse Hall is also the most dangerous, and the battle death rate is also the highest.

This Yang Bei Dangpo actually wanted to contribute his only child for the sake of the family, this open-mindedness and honesty made all the Yang family children who were watching around suddenly have a strong sense of family honor, and everyone gritted their teeth, eager to rush out of the city immediately and fight with those monks of the Sima family.

The masked woman and five other monks who were also masked stepped forward, and the masked woman stretched out a hand, gently stroked Wang Luoxi's lower abdomen, and then shouted loudly to the surrounding crowd: "It's a man, it's a strong man, he will become my apprentice, his name is Yang Chaoyi, and he will directly become a disciple of Bajun Hall!"

The surrounding crowd let out an exclamation of "Ahhhh

The names of the children of the Yang family have long been recorded in the family tree, and each generation of children must inherit the name on the family tree according to their own origin and the status of their parents.

Although Yang Bei Dangpo has superior strength, he is only a remote disciple of the North Courtyard, and he can't even put the name of a horse in his name, and can only use the name of some plants and trees. After this child is born, his natural status is even lower, how can he inherit the name of the Eight Horses of the Guardian Beast? "Super Wing" takes the first word of the fourth Super Shadow of the Eight Horses and the last word of the eighth Fuyi, how noble this is.

Not to mention that this child can directly enter the Bajun Hall before he is born, it is a holy place in the hearts of all the Yang family, and all the children in it are from noble backgrounds, and all of them are outstanding in cultivation, what kind of identity is this masked woman, she dares to say such wild words in front of the patriarch.

The crowd forgot their grief and were shocked by the woman's words.

Wang Luoxi also exclaimed: "Don't dare to have such extravagant hopes, and ask your seniors to be cautious, don't bully our orphans and widows!" She only thought that this woman was a fellow of the Yang family, and it was only because of grief that she spoke wildly.

But Yang Dong Junsheng knelt on the ground respectfully in front of the people around him, and saluted to the woman and the other five people: "Obey the law, Junsheng should arrange the affairs of his virtuous nephew Yang Chaoyi, and after he is three years old, he should only give it to his honor!"

Wang Luoxi was surprised: "Patriarch, these... Who are these seniors?" she already had some speculation in her mind, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

The six monks suddenly disappeared from the crowd, and six handsome Pegasi appeared in the sky, speeding towards the Yang Family Castle.

Yang Dong Junsheng shouted at the surprised crowd: "This is the eight horses of my Yang family's guardians, with their protection, plus my Yang family's sons and daughters are brave and fearless, I will definitely be able to defeat those children of the Sima family!"

The crowd immediately erupted in cheers, and the originally sad atmosphere was ignited by the sudden arrival of the Eight Horses.

All the residents of Wuwei Mansion know that the Yang family is guarded by eight horse beasts, where is the fate to see them in ordinary times, and today they saw these legendary guardian beasts, and roared excitedly and frantically.

Wang Luoxi knelt on the ground excitedly, bowed respectfully to the figure of the eight horses who had long gone, and then took Yang Beidang's hand and said excitedly: "Lang Jun, our child has a name, his name is Yang Chaoyi, he will inherit your will and continue to protect the Yang family!"

Zhang Xiaoshan had already cried into tears in the crowd, he suddenly pushed away the excited people in front of him, stepped forward, took out the "Wanli Boots" given to him by Tu Qianqiu from the ice jade wheel, and said: "Uncle, I am Zhang Xiaoshan, Uncle Dang Po has a caring grace for me, today Uncle Dang Po unfortunately fell, and now I will give this high-grade spiritual weapon Wanli boots to my future brother, I hope he will have a prosperous journey and a bright future!"