The peaks and peaks are stacked, the clear water is like a mirror, the clear mountains are floating, the reflection is fluttering, and the scenery on both sides of the strait is like a hundred miles gallery.

On the side of the green path, the young man looked vigilant, bent down and walked slowly, clutching a few stones in the palm of his hand.

"Hehe, here. The voice suddenly came out, the young man's eyes shrank, his body was like a tense cheetah, and the next moment he suddenly exerted force, kicked his legs off the ground fiercely, and at the same time, the stones in his palms shot out, and a beautiful tail flame crossed the air.

Where the young man's body was originally located, a woman appeared, seeing the stone flying in, she glanced slightly, and waved out her palm, and the stone collapsed before approaching the woman, she sneered, "Flower Bone Sect Fang Yan, hand over the brute seal, and leave you alive!"

The boy landed on the tree on the other side, looked at the woman coldly, and did not speak, but ran away.

"Hmph!" The woman's eyes showed disdain, her body bounced up, and she chased after the young man, and at the same time pulled out the jade sword she was carrying at her waist and waved a white rainbow, with a mighty sound.

Fang Yan didn't look back, his hands were in front of his chest, and a fire snake more than a foot long hissed and appeared, blocking the sword and then crumbling, while the young man's fist reversed, and with one punch he knocked back the tip of the nearby jade sword.

"The cultivation is not high, but it is a lot of strength!" The woman sneered, the sword body changed from a straight stab to a sweep, the young man's fist was unmatched, but he didn't have time to regain his momentum, and he was hit by a blow to the waist at the moment, and the whole person retreated, hitting the trunk of the tree, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood.

"I won't repeat it for the third time, hand it over, and give you a good time!" the woman stood there proudly and said to Fang Yan.

The boy stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth, his ears moved slightly, but his body stepped back again.

"Unrepentant!" the woman's face was impatient, and she stepped on the flying sword, and chased after the sword with both hands.

......

A few days ago.

On the side of the huge basin, the banner of the blood barbarian swayed in the wind, and the barbarian Liao led Fang Yan and the others to stand in front of a stone gate, grinning and said, "The barbarian festival, there are often hundreds of people participating in each session, and the four major tribes select children under the age of twenty with good talents and send them here." This is the entrance to the barbarian festival, and it is also the innermost part of the Cheongsan Mountain Range, where it is sealed on weekdays. ”

"Our four tribes set off from here and went to the interior of Qingshan, each looking for opportunities! The seal inside Qingshan, inherited through the ages, has my barbarian power to open the way inside, some of them are broken magic weapons, and some are exercises and experiences, but these are only secondary!" I saw that the barbarian Liao flipped over his hand, and a black brand appeared in the palm of his hand, "This is called the barbarian seal, each of you will get a piece when you go in, and the barbarian sacrifice will be three days, whoever gets the more marks, the greater the reward of the blood barbarian at the end!"

At the same time, every other hour, this mountain seal can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, which is of great benefit to cultivation. Manliao thought for a moment and added.

The young man looked around, and sure enough, he saw dozens of figures standing at different stone gates under the other four flags, and a sense of sabre-rattling spread.

And in the center of the basin, surrounded by countless greenhouses, a huge stone platform sits there, and several figures sit cross-legged there, exuding a strong aura on their bodies. The barbarian powerhouse, Fang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely saw the barbarian prince of the Blood Barbarian Branch and the old man of the village, looking at this side from afar.

Including Fang Yan, the disciples of the other sects and sects were silent, and their eyes showed a high-spirited battle intent, this was not only a battle of chance, but also a way home from this small world!

A crane roared through the air, Manliao's eyes flashed, and his big sleeves waved, "Don't step in yet!"

Several figures suddenly rose, turning into a long rainbow and heading straight behind the door, Bei Mochen took the lead, rushing in instantly, Liu Feiteng followed, and then, a large number of people from various tribes and clans who participated in this barbarian sacrifice, or disciples of various sects and sects, rushed in one after another.

Fang Yan deliberately took a few steps behind, and walked with Sultan Yun and Hua Weijian, when he approached the stone gate, the young man raised his head and looked at the center of the basin, only to see that on the steps above, the gaze of the blood barbarian just fell, and the eyes of the two sides were intertwined, Fang Yan lowered his head and stepped in.

After everyone entered the stone gate, the four stone doors burst out with dazzling golden light, and the surrounding scenery, including the strong man sitting on the stone platform, slowly dissolved, and after a while, the whole small world was reduced to nothingness, only four huge stone doors, with a faint golden light scattered on the edge, and finally, the four doors slowly approached and became one, independent of the door between heaven and earth!

......

The moment he entered the stone gate, Fang Yan was surprised to find that his appearance had returned to his original appearance, and even his clothes had changed to the white shirt he had when he first came. I couldn't help but be a little sure of the idea that this was the final trial.

"This is no longer a struggle between tribes, but a contest between our sect disciples, and also a contest between the major sects!"

Kneading his face and adapting to the changes in his body, Fang Yan looked around, the scenery here he had never seen, Sultan Yun and Hua Wei saw that the two of them disappeared after walking into the stone gate with him. The boy exhaled deeply, his eyes lit up, and he did not choose to move, but sat down cross-legged, breathing slowly.

After a while, his eyes opened suddenly, spread out his palm, and there was a black brand lying inside, which was the barbarian seal that he had said before, and he felt that the thin aura in the surrounding air was attracted, and the young man's face was happy, and he continued to breathe and breathe, and at the same time run the Yanshu Tianjiao Gong, turning the surrounding aura into qi and blood.

"You can absorb it every other hour, you can't waste it!" Fang Yan's eyes were resolute, and after putting away the sign, he stood up, his body suddenly rose up, his feet stepped on the trunk of the tree, and he stepped on the branch in a few steps.

After thinking for a moment, the boy stepped on the branch, and his body rose and fell and ran into the distance. The boy flew in the woods, jumping like an ape, and if anyone looked closely, they would be surprised that the boy's breathing matched the rhythm of the jump, and it was full of an ethereal feeling. Every once in a while, the boy would fall to the ground, sit on the ground and hold a black mark in his hand, and slightly exhale the practice.

After walking for a few hours, Fang Yan stopped at a stream, it turned out that there were a group of people gathered in the distance, dressed in clean and neat black clothes, some with swords at their waists, and some with swords behind them, and between their breaths, countless breaths converged into the air, slowly twisting into a one, giving people a feeling of being a whole.

The moment the young man's body appeared, several of the people in the group suddenly looked over, staring at Fang Yan, and at the same time, their hands had already pressed the hilt scabbard.

Fang Yan's face was as usual, but his heart was condensed, "Six Battle Gates!"

Senior Brother Ming Weiding told the young man that the Six Battles Gate has been inherited for a long time, and the disciples in the sect are warlike and often have a strong momentum when they fight. Seeing that Fang Yan didn't move, those people frowned, and the handle of the knife they held down pulled out slightly, revealing a white and shiny blade. He was about to draw his sword, but he was held down by a hand.

The young man looked over and found that it was a young man, looking at the center of his standing, like the existence of the stars and the moon, the man said softly: "The Six Battle Gates, when the battle is the battle, it is not a domineering evil sect of the Ling Gate. ”

Those people were obviously very afraid of the man, and after hearing this, they withdrew their hands, but their gaze at Fang Yan was still not good. The man smiled at the young man, nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the flowered token on the young man's waist, and stretched out a hand to make an invitation, signaling that the young man did not need to worry, and could cross the river safely.

"It seems that people from other sects have gathered, I have to hurry up!"

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment and smiled at the man, but he shook his hand and pointed to the treetops with his hand, indicating that he could take a detour. The Six Battle Gate didn't feel good to him at the Qingshan Stone Gate, so it was better to be careful.

The man was stunned, and the people around him were even more in an uproar, obviously dissatisfied with the young man's lack of appreciation. The man raised his hand slightly, the uproar stopped, and he smiled and said to Fang Yan: "Fifty miles away from the stream, there is a place where animal bones are piled up, I think Your Excellency's friend will be there." He pointed in one direction.

The boy groaned, and after a moment, he bowed to the man with a fist, jumped on the branch, stepped and jumped, and staggered away from the man's figure.

From beginning to end, Fang Yan didn't say a word, but the two of them seemed to know it tacitly.

"Senior brother, the place of the beast bones has been occupied by the Hundred Bird Sect, that kid is from the Flower Bone Sect, wouldn't it be ...... to go," a person beside him asked.

The man smiled and shook his hand, "What I said is the truth, the chance is all up to him, if he gets it, he can still have a cause and effect with me, if he dies there, it has nothing to do with me." ”

"The Great Dao Battle, the cause and effect of this heaven and earth is too great, if the ancestor can still suppress one or two, we can only be regarded as a small grass mustard, seeking a chance in the troubled times!" The man raised his hand to cover his face, as if to cover the boundless day.