Zhang Xiaoshan didn't sleep all night, just meditated quietly on his knees, adjusting his body to the best state. According to the regulations of the Sima family and the Yang family, during the duel, as long as the monks on the list of 120 people can watch the ceremony under the stage of life and death. During this period, no one is allowed to harm them outside the altar of life and death, and those who disobey the order are cursed by heaven and earth, and after death, their souls are scattered and return to nothingness.

This is to ensure the fairness of the ancient duel between life and death.

So he decided to go out of the city to watch the battle today, after all, this kind of life-and-death duel, in addition to comparing the cultivation of the monks on both sides, but also considering factors such as the experience of the enemy and the bonus of magic weapons, this valuable observation experience is extremely crucial to his future growth.

The cool breeze outside the window was gusting! The night in Wuwei Mansion was quite cold. The bell has just rang, and it will soon be dawn. The Yangjia Castle is brightly lit, and the square below is crowded with people......

Suddenly, "bang...... Knock!" "Knock...... Boom!" Bursts of dull war drums rang out all over Wuwei Mansion.

Zhang Xiaoshan immediately opened his eyes and found that Qingluan had already stood at the window railing.

The Wuwei Mansion outside the window was full of firelight, and countless Kong Ming lanterns were floating in the sky, and the stars flew into the sky. This is the people in the city praying for the Yang family again.

Slowly, the crowd in the city began to chant loudly to the sound of heavy war drums.

Stretch your body on a galloping horse!

O handsome knight, you are about to embark on a journey today!

Sharp swords to help you slash your enemies!

The armor is strong, and you are safe!

The steepness along the way can't stop you!

How can the scenery on the roadside confuse your eyes!

A beautiful girl is waiting for you to triumph!

Your parents at home are waiting for you to return it!

Here I bid you farewell, my warrior!

I hope you return victoriously soon!

Zhang Xiaoshan listened to the mournful singing, felt the earth-shattering war drums, and two lines of tears unconsciously flowed from his eyes.

The huge statue of the Eight Horses outside the Yang Family Castle suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and six statues let out an earth-shattering roar at the same time, and the sound resounded through the sky, tearing the pitch-black sky into a golden light.

With a miraculous sight, the moment of decisive battle finally arrived.

Outside the castle, a dense crowd has long gathered, these are the residents of Wuwei Mansion, they and their ancestors were born here, grew up here, and have a special affection for the Yang family.

In such moments, they decided to continue to stand firmly behind the Yang family.

Soon, the Yang family's guards came to invite Zhang Xiaoshan and Qingluan.

The first match will take place at the same time, when six rings will be fought at the same time.

Zhang Xiaoshan was going to see the life and death platform in Zhengdong and watch the battle of Yang Beidang, the mainstay of the younger generation of the Yang family, who was bound to defend the honor and dignity of the Yang family.

Surrounded by the rest of the Yang family and hundreds of people in the city, 120 monks rode on white "Jiliang horses" and slowly walked out of the city!

The 12 monks who are about to compete today are at the forefront of the team, and they have received everyone's blessings like a tsunami!

Zhang Xiaoshan fell behind the 120 people, and beside him was Qingluan, who had an indifferent face.

Looking at the adoring eyes projected by the crowd around him, Zhang Xiaoshan trembled slightly nervously, which was a state of excitement and excitement. Although he was born noble, it was the first time he was admired like this. He felt an invincible courage rising in his heart.

The 120 men were separated at the six-sided gate in the center of the city, and 20 people each ran in six directions to their destination.

Zhang Xiaoshan found that along the way, Qingluan always looked at a yellow-haired woman in front of him with his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, the woman had a veil on her face, and she couldn't see her face clearly, and Zhang Xiaoshan didn't find anything strange about it, but she was just a monk in the foundation building period. The woman's side was full of gray-haired old men, all of whom had extraordinary bearing, and they should be members of the Yang Family Nursing Home.

This woman didn't understand the rules, and she was with those elders.

Zhang Xiaoshan said in his heart, this woman should be the beloved disciple of an elder in the family, so that he can enjoy this status! He soon stopped paying attention to this woman's identity, because the towering city wall was at the end of the road ahead.

The walls of the city were full of the people of the city and the monks who had come to watch.

In order to ensure that the Yang family can celebrate as soon as possible after the victory, a large number of wine, fireworks and various musical instruments were placed under the city wall.

Everything that can be thought of, the Yang family has been properly prepared, just waiting for these 120 monks to be able to fight to the death.

It was the first time for Zhang Xiaoshan to pass through the city gate.

The heavily armed warriors on both sides of the city gate slammed their spears on the ground as the crowd passed, making a deafening "sonorous" sound.

Two stands had already been erected around the life and death platform outside the city, and at this time, the stands on one side were already full of people, who were the other monks who had come to watch the ceremony. The other half of the grandstand is for the Yang family. A cyan jade pillar more than ten zhang high is in the center of the stands on both sides.

All the soldiers wore golden armor and stood neatly behind the stands, and from time to time they shouted "Huh!

Both sides pushed the pre-war atmosphere to the highest point.

Zhang Xiaoshan sat in the stands with everyone, and there were monks of the Yang family in front of and behind him.

Yang Beidangpo stood in front of the stands, talking to the masked woman just now.

At this time, on the platform of life and death, there was a man wearing an earthy gray robe sitting on the ground, his age was no more than forty or fifty years old, his face was covered with dust, two strands of greasy sideburns, which were covered with all kinds of grass clippings, and the magic weapon in his hand turned out to be a crooked branch. The man also used a twig to write and draw on the ground, which looked scruffy and weird.

Zhang Xiaoshan knew that the strange man was a person sent by the Sima family, he had never walked around the rivers and lakes, and he knew very little about some of the predecessors who had been famous for a long time.

He patted the Yang family monk in front of him on the shoulder and asked, "Brother Dao, who is that person?"

As soon as the man turned around, Zhang Xiaoshan realized that it was a woman with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and her appearance was quite moving, but he was wearing men's clothes and deliberately tied up his long hair, so he was wrong. He apologized and hurriedly said, "Sister, I'm sorry, I... I'm so clumsy, I think you're wrong!"

The woman chuckled heartily, not minding at all: "My name is Yang Dong Baili, I know that you are the Zhang family boy who is in the limelight recently, right?"

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded a little embarrassedly, and responded: "It's down!"

"What's on the top, what's on the bottom, you should call me according to the backup in the family..."Yang Dong Baili didn't know what to remember, and said helplessly: "Forget it! Forget it! If you call me according to the seniority of the clan, it seems that I am old, you can call me... Call me Bai Li senior!"

Zhang Xiaoshan was very amused by the woman's words, and when he went back, he wanted to ask his little aunt, what is the origin of this Yang Dong Baili!

Yang Dong Baili pointed to the man on the platform of life and death, and introduced: "That is the withered tree Taoist of Balipo, Yuzhou, with profound mana, and a hidden master, it seems that fifty years ago was already in the late stage of Jindan, and after so many years, he is likely to be in the Yuan infant stage." The Sima family was really willing to send this person out!"

"Amazing?" Zhang Xiaoshan was a little worried. He had a very good impression of Yang Beidang, who was going to play in a while, he was a warm and sincere person, and he was close to him for no reason.

"Isn't it just powerful, do you know why the Deadwood Daoist went into hiding?" asked Yang Dong Baili.

"Please give me advice from Bai Li's seniors!" Zhang Xiaoshan said respectfully. In her heart, she had a great dislike for this yin and yang woman, when did she still have the mood to sell off here.

"Have you ever heard of the second elder of Dune?" Yang Dong Baili saw that Zhang Xiaoshan was a little dissatisfied, and said directly: "Those are the two big devils who crisscrossed Yuzhou fifty years ago, and they are already in the Yuan Infant stage of cultivation. At that time, they were refining a poisonous magic weapon, which required a large number of women's souls to be sacrificed, and the two old devils actually killed one of the concubines of the Deadwood Daoist without long eyes, and the Deadwood Daoist angrily used the cultivation of the Jindan period to fight the two demons of the Yuan Infant Stage alone, and after three days of fighting, he killed one person, but accidentally let the other escape for a while. The man who escaped hid for three years to recuperate, and then brutally killed all the family members of the Deadwood Daoist, although in the end he was still killed by the Deadwood Daoist to avenge his blood, but because of the death of many relatives, the Deadwood Daoist saw through the red dust, and then lived in seclusion and no longer stepped into the rivers and lakes. ”

Zhang Xiaoshan didn't expect that this dead wood Taoist would have such a legendary story. I didn't expect that with one of his Jindan stage monks, he would be able to kill two Yuan Infant stage monks by leapfrogging, which is really admirable. It's just that there is such a master, and who wins and who loses in this duel is really not praised.

The Yang family was a little surprised by the appearance of the Dead Tree Dao people.

Didn't this withered tree Taoist already return to the hidden fields and forests, why did he come out to wade through the troubled waters this time.

Fortunately, the Yang family sent Yang Bei Dangpo this time is not an ordinary skill, he rushed to kill on the rivers and lakes when he was young, and accumulated a lot of actual combat experience, coupled with the blessing of many treasures this time, he will definitely be able to kill this dead tree Taoist in one fell swoop.

From the camp of the Sima family and the city of Wuwei Mansion, the sound of earth-shattering gongs and drums sounded at the same time, which was a signal that the time had arrived.

Yang Bei nodded slightly to the people of the Yang family behind him, jumped in shape, and flew onto the field.

Zhang Xiaoshan's heart tightened, he understood that only one of the two people on the field could walk off the stage of life and death alive.

On the field, Yang Bei Dangpo looked at the Deadwood Daoist with a smile, lightly arched his hand, and gestured: "Deadwood senior, I can't imagine that I, Yang Bei Dangpo, am fortunate to be able to confront my predecessor today, it's really in vain!"

The Dead Wood Daoist raised his head, looked at Yang Bei with bloodshot eyes, and said hoarsely: "Find a good family to reincarnate in the next life, don't participate in the struggle of these big families!"

Yang Beidang said with a smile: "What the seniors said is, but now that I am a child of the Yang family, I can only take the liberty of competing with the seniors!" As he spoke, an ink-colored long knife appeared in Yang Beidangpo's hand.

This long knife is the only magic weapon that Yang Bei has broken, and it is also his reliance on the world, named "Ink Qilin!", although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, it is incomparably powerful, and it has an extremely terrifying "shock" attribute. It can bless the will of the owner, and automatically interfere with the enemy's perception and prediction when facing the enemy.

The Deadwood Daoist slowly stood up from the ground, held the branch in his hand, and said softly, "Old man, it's up to you again!"

Everyone in the world only saw that the two people on the stage moved almost at the same time, turning into two streamers and slamming into each other.

There was a loud "boom" in the air.

Yang Beidang held the "Ink Qilin", took out fifty high-grade spirit runes of different colors in his hand, and shook it gently, and immediately in the space above the entire life and death platform, countless boulders, ice picks, fireballs, whirling blades, and thorn vines of a few feet appeared in the space above the life and death platform, and flew densely towards the dead wood Dao people. And Yang Bei Dang Po turned into a black light and shadow, and then slashed at the dead wood Taoist who was standing alone on the stage.

The Yang family suddenly burst into cheers.

In the cheers, there were three women's exclamations at the same time, it was the masked woman, Yang Dong Baili, and Qingluan.

Sure enough, the situation on the field was immediately reversed, and in front of the Deadwood Daoist, a giant more than three feet tall appeared, holding an equally huge brown shield in his hand, and he actually resisted all the attacks of the spirit runes.

The Deadwood Daoist turned into a green figure, colliding with Yang Beidang head-on, and he held a sharp long sword in his hand.

The swords clashed hundreds of times in an instant, emitting a piercing humming sound.

The giant took a step forward, stretched out his huge palm and grabbed Yang Bei in the air.

Yang Beidang burst through the air and shouted, "Okay!" A pristine yellow spear spewed out of his mouth at the same time.

The body of the spear was rusty, and the head of the spear was broken. However, from its body, a strong earth-attribute aura emanated.

The giant was affected by the earth-attribute aura, and its body immediately slowed down.

"Thick Earth Gun!" Yang Dong Baili shouted excitedly.

This name Zhang Xiaoshan heard for the first time, but he felt a strong aura of ancient savage from the thick earth spear, it should be the same as his own ice jade wheel, it is an ancient heaven and earth spirit weapon, just looking at its appearance, it should be a broken product, and I don't know if it can withstand the attack of the deadwood Daoist.

The first moment the Dead Wood Daoist appeared, he quickly turned into green light and fled, and at the same time, a long whip appeared in his hand, and he drew more than a dozen whips in the air.

The thrilling battle on the field took place just a breath. Everyone in the audience was so nervous that they forgot to breathe. For a while, only the sound of the magic weapons on the field could be heard, and in addition, there was silence all around.

Yang Beidang fell to the platform of life and death, and with a finger of his left hand, a golden battle wheel immediately appeared, and quickly turned into nine, eighty-one, seven hundred and twenty-nine, and two thousand one hundred and eighty-seven, and the space was surrounded by golden war wheels that rotated at high speed.

"This is the Ruyi Son and Mother Golden Ring!" Zhang Xiaoshan exclaimed. In this duel, the Yang family actually took out the most famous magic weapon, this wishful son and mother golden ring, only when it is used in this way can it radiate the highest power.

The Deadwood Daoist looked at the countless golden wheels around him, and the long sword in his hand slashed forward, actually splitting the giant in front of him into countless pieces.

Fist-sized rocks scattered and splattered in all directions, and they actually launched an attack on the golden wheel in the air.

Yang Beidang Po and the Deadwood Dao people once again held their weapons and attacked each other in the air.

In a duel of this level, as long as there is one negligence, it will be the end of death immediately, and the two people on the field have already been highly concentrated, and there is only each other's figures in their eyes.

The long sword in the hand of the deadwood Daoist passed past Yang Beidang's broken face, and the violent wave of qi left dozens of shallow scratches on Yang Beidang's face, and traces of blood flowed down the wound into the air.

Zhang Xiaoshan immediately exclaimed, the duel has been half a pillar of incense, and the two sides have finally seen popularity. The showdown has already begun to heat up.

Yang Beidang's face was full of wounds, but it seemed to inspire his fighting spirit, he grabbed a short-term loophole in the Deadwood Daoist, and the ink qilin in his hand came out of his hand and passed directly through the body of the Deadwood Daoist.

The Deadwood Daoist snorted, and his body fell to the platform like a kite off the string.

Yang Bei Dangpo did not chase after him, but instead controlled the thick earth spear to meet the dead wood Daoist from below.

The dead wood Taoist really used a plan to lure the enemy, and seeing that Yang Beidang was not fooled, his body was stunned, and thousands of earth-shaking thunderbolts flew out of his wide robe.

This earth-shattering thunder is a powerful magic weapon, which can directly kill monks below the golden pill stage, but it is a one-time consumable, extremely troublesome to refine, and it is worth a lot of money, one is worth ten spirit stones. These thousands of heaven-shattering thunders are worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, if it weren't for the support of Sima Royal Royal, how could an ordinary monk have such a skill.

Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly felt that his more than 10,000 spirit stones were really not worth mentioning in front of these great cultivators, and he still cared so much about it.

Yang Beidang's body moved quickly, and at the same time, he took out a stack of spirit talismans in his hand again, summoning thousands of short needles with silver light, and at the same time, he threw the ink qilin at the deadwood Daoist again.

The whole movement was like flowing water, the silver needle detonated the earth-shaking thunder, and the ink qilin concealed its whereabouts in the fierce firelight, and when it reappeared, it had already appeared in front of the deadwood Daoist.

The sharp sword hilt did not reach the face of the deadwood man.

The figure of the dead wood Dao man flickered, and the whole person was like mud and collapsed on the platform of life and death.

In order to prevent the Dead Wood Daoist from cheating to death, Yang Beidang stabbed the thick earth spear into the Dantian of the Dead Wood Daoist, and spun it vigorously, only stirring up a huge wound in his lower abdomen before stopping.

An earth-shattering roar erupted from the stands of the Yang family.

Yang Bei Dangpo relied on his superb skills against the enemy to kill the long-famous Deadwood Daoist. Zhang Xiaoshan's blood boiled after watching the whole battle, and he decided that after he went back, he would learn some combat skills from his uncle.

When the people of the Yang family on the city wall saw that their side had won the victory, they immediately set off firecrackers and let out a tsunami-like cheer.

Yang Bei looked at the Yang family's stands with a smile, and several elders in front of him also smiled back.

Suddenly, the masked woman's eyes lit up, and she shouted, "Be careful!"

The next moment, a sharp long sword pierced Yang Beidang's broken head!