The Yan clan on the edge of the Broken Sky Mountain Range, as soon as the day was slightly bright, the central square of the clan was particularly lively. The whole clan, young and old, gathered in one place to form a circle, and in the circle were the boiling dustless and Yanzhong Yanhu who had been rumored in the past few days.

It's been a few days since I returned to the group, and the original excitement has long since subsided. However, this day was full of people again, and the reason for this is that today is the long-awaited day of the clan comparison!

The three major ethnic groups are held once a year. The venue of the competition is located at the boundary of the three major clans, a place called the gladiatorial arena. It is also this place that has made the Yan clan return many times and be ridiculed.

However, the more this is the case, the more unwilling the bloody Yan clan people are. has been defeated and fought repeatedly, but has never been absent, it can be seen that Yan's son's bloodiness will never be wiped out because of a momentary defeat!

This time it is still the same.

The sound of passionate words continued to sound, mixed with the creaking of gnashing teeth. Thinking of the ugly faces of the Yun clan and the Lin clan in the previous clan comparisons, the Yan clan members were all indignant in their hearts.

"Be sure to give them some color this time!"

"yes, they've laughed at me enough over the years!

Two loud angry voices rang out in the crowd, drawing a chorus of echoes.

Everyone clenched their fists involuntarily because of these two voices, and their faces were not dry. There was a look of hope in the midst of the anger, and his eyes were directed at the three teenagers who were surrounded.

Feeling the hopeful gaze cast by the masses, Wuchen and Yan Zhong Yanhu glanced at each other, and their hearts were resolute.

A great sense of responsibility appeared in the chests of the three of them, and a seriousness that did not match their age gradually appeared on the slightly childish faces.

"Do it with all your might!" Wuchen felt so many eyes for the first time, and he couldn't help but raise his hand solemnly with excitement in his heart.

"My brother must do his best!" Yan Zhong and Yanhu followed.

After the words, the crowd immediately responded excitedly, waving their arms one by one, as if victory was in sight.

"Well done!"

"Come on!"

The high shouts brought the atmosphere of the crowd to its peak, and the sky was also brightened by this huge shout, and the sun rose in the east.

Two light coughs sounded on the periphery of the crowd, and the cheers were immediately over, and the crowd quickly separated into a corridor. looked solemnly at the two old men with old faces but extremely tough standing at the end of the corridor, it was not surprising that they were Yan Batian and Yan Potian.

The Beast Demon Continent is respected for its strength. Although the Yan clan is located in a remote area, it is no exception.

For ordinary people, the cultivation of the Great Beast Envoy is definitely an unattainable height, even if it is placed among the three major races, it is one of the few top existences.

So it's no surprise that it has such an impact.

Walking in the middle of the separated crowd of people, Yan Batian and Yan Potian looked serious and solemn. It can be seen that the two of them also attach great importance to the ethnic competition jointly organized by the three major ethnic groups this time.

The delicate fur that flutters around the waist is the most orthodox dress of the Yan clan whenever they hold or participate in a grand event. Wuchen and Yan Zhong Yanhu also have a piece on their bodies, but compared with the big beasts, they are a little shabby.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually slowed down, and Yan Batian and Yan Potian came to the side of Wuchen and a few people. He stared at the three of them with serious eyes, and then turned to the crowd and smiled confidently.

"Wait for us to triumph. ”

After finishing speaking, the crowd suddenly erupted into a burst of echo, and the crowd was excited. The huge voices converged in one place, and Wuchen and Yan Zhong Yanhu had no choice but to cover their ears bitterly and wait for the climax to end.

This state lasted for a quarter of an hour before it subsided, and at the same time, Yan Batian and Yan Potian waved their hands together, and suddenly a path was once again divided in the crowd.

"Let's go!" Yan Batian roared, and a three-tailed silver fox suddenly appeared. Accompanied by the sharp cry of the fox, there was also a monstrous beast roar, and the Gale Tiger roared out of the Yan Potian Fierce Wind.

The wind of the hunt echoed around the tiger, and the air condensed into knives, strangling everything around them. As soon as it appeared, all the onlookers took a few steps back, for fear of being affected by the air blade.

Everyone watched with horror and envy as the two beast envoys and Wuchen sat on the bodies of the three-tailed silver fox and the gale tiger respectively, until they disappeared at the end of their sight. It's just that although it has dispersed, the excitement on his face is still the same as just now, and he is full of expectations for this time.

Bidding farewell to the Yan clansmen, the Great Beast Envoy walked towards the established gladiatorial arena with a few people from Wuchen.

The gladiatorial arena, as the name suggests, is a place of gladiatorial fighting. When it was first built, it was just used to enjoy the battle between Warcraft. Later, with the passage of time, it slowly evolved into a place for competition between the three clans.

And it's not just the clan comparison, but there are also different levels of battles on weekdays. Or to learn, or to complain. In short, through the passage of history, the gladiatorial arena has evolved into an excellent place for people to resolve conflicts or learn martial arts, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

As for Weishenme's popularity, it's all because there's an unwritten rule. That is, in the gladiatorial arena, life and death have their own destiny! No matter how big the family shili is involved behind you, here, killing is killing, and no one else is allowed to interfere.

Of course, the premise of this is that the killer is sure enough to escape the mad pursuit of the other family's Shili outside the gladiatorial arena.

Such cases have appeared before, but in Zuihou, they all ended in tragedy as a result of the murderer being brutally killed, and even more so being punished by the Nine Clans. So since then, the two sides of the gladiatorial arena will leave some way back for each other, and also for themselves.

The border between the three clans is not too far, so it only took less than half a day for Wuchen and a few people to arrive here. However, Yan Batian and Yan Potian did not rush in, but stopped at a distance of a kilometer from them.

"Why don't you get closer?" Wuchen said in confusion, looking at the gladiatorial arena in the distance.

This was Wuchen's first time here, so he was shocked by the grandeur of the gladiatorial arena at a glance. The stone walls, which stretch for thousands of meters, stand up and stand upright, like the pillars of the sky, giving people a sense of extreme heaviness.

Huge stones are neatly arranged and stacked in a regular manner. Each party must have at least a thousand pounds, and it is hard to imagine how such a vast project could be completed.

Just as Wuchen was attracted by the gladiatorial arena in front of him, the response of the great beast envoy also came out at this time.

"It's always us who waits for them, and it's time for a change this year. ”

"That's right, let them taste the taste of others too!"

Yan Batian and Yan Potian said indignantly, and after speaking, they half-leaned on the side of their respective sealing beasts quite arbitrarily, closed their eyes and raised their spirits.

Seeing this, Wuchen and Yan Zhong Yanhu suddenly grinned at the corners of their mouths, could it be that they were deliberately late?