"Ouch" In the wasteland, the strong men howled and started to clean up the rubble around the battle platform, and moved the big cauldron for brewing copper water back to the tribe.
It took ten days.
Hundreds of men would occupy an area of 100 feet, with a height of three meters.
The casting of the bronze battle platform was completed.
Qingyang Luan also returned to the tribe with many men, but he headed towards the ancestral palace in the valley.
But halfway through, a group of young men from the Qingyang tribe appeared from the stone courtyards in various places in the mountains and headed deep into the valley.
"Brother Luan."
"Xiao Zhuzi, Zhashan, Yujian, how are you preparing?"
Qingyang Luan looked at the young men from the clan who appeared in front of him, each one of them was filled with blood and energy, and his eyes were shining with excitement.
"Brother Luan, we are ready!"
The young men suddenly shouted in unison, their blood boiling like a rainbow, and there was eagerness to try in their eyes.
Seeing that many young people were not timid at all, Qingyang Luan nodded.
Although among several major tribes at the same level, there were rumors that there were young people who were promoted to the Shenzang Realm, the Qingyang clan was not afraid.
No one could say anything about opportunities in martial arts.
It's true, there's no telling that the young man from the Qingyang clan will get a chance to be promoted in the next moment.
"Let's go to the clan palace, the clan elders are waiting for you."
Following Qingyang Luan's big wave of his hand, he led a group of teenagers towards the valley in the center of the mountain range.
Ancestral Palace.
More than ten elders of the Qingyang clan who had not appeared for a long time suddenly appeared.
These clan elders had white temples, thin bones, and their animal robes looked very empty.
But at this moment, these clan elders are quarreling with each other.
For these people who have guarded Qingyang all their lives, the tribe is their only concern.
It can be said that the entire Qingyang clan pays most attention to this competition, these old guys.
The young men from the four major tribes came to invite the battle, and among them there must be those in the Shenzang Realm.
At this moment, these old guys are arguing about who should challenge.
After thinking about it, none of their peers in the tribe have been promoted to the Shenzang Realm.
"Ahui, does the tribe have someone to choose for the battle?"
An old man with a stooped body and a little trembling when walking, leaning on a white bone, asked Qing Yangjue.
"Don't worry, Grandpa, the person to challenge has been arranged."
At this moment, the leader of the Qingyang clan, who was so majestic in front of outsiders, his strong body seemed a bit unfamiliar, and he supported the old man awkwardly, trying his best to speak in a gentle tone.
"Okay, okay, okay, as long as the arrangements are made."
The old man got rid of his support and walked tremblingly towards the depths of the clan palace.
"Ancestor, we are here" At this time, messy footsteps came from outside the clan palace, accompanied by shouts, which immediately attracted the clan elders in the palace.
"Haha, our little kid from Qingyang is here."
The remaining clan elders suddenly stopped talking and looked at the young man who rushed in from outside the hall.
One of the clan elders pretended to be angry and shouted: "How can we allow you little guys to make noise in this important place of the ancestral palace?"
Immediately, all the young men from the Qingyang tribe calmed down and became a little restrained.
They did not dare to make trouble here, otherwise they would not be slapped by their father when they returned home.
"Clan leader, Xiao Huanzi has not come out of seclusion.
Although the remaining Xiao Zhuzi and the others are good, they are not enough to fight against the others."
Withdrawing his gaze from these teenagers, a clan elder spoke up.
Qingyang Jue turned around and looked towards the depths of the clan palace, and saw that the rickety old man had disappeared and had regained his former momentum. , "Don't worry, clan elders.
The black boy who came to our Qingyang a few days ago can go out to fight."
What Qing Yangjue's words made these clan elders unable to react for a moment.
"You mean the doll named Jin Wei that Boy Huan brought back ten days ago."
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A clan elder soon remembered that Boy Hei was brought back by Qingyang Huan ten days ago, but he did not appear here. , this is the ancestral palace of the Qingyang clan, so naturally Jin Wei cannot be here.
"good" "No, no, it's not appropriate to let an outsider fight on my behalf, Qingyang."
Suddenly all the elders shook their heads.
"Who said he was a foreign boy?"
However, Qingyang Jue shouted loudly, and a momentum naturally surged in the ancestral hall, saying: "That black boy was brought by Huan'er, and he is from Qingyang."
Speaking of this, Qingyangjue's eyes passed over several clan elders, and he spoke again: "Huan'er also said before that the black boy was extraordinary, and he was just lucky enough to subdue him, and now he has broken into the gods again.
If you hide, your strength will definitely increase, so why can’t you go out and fight?”
"Huan'er seriously said that he had to force it down."
A clan elder and several other clan elders looked at each other and said loudly.
They knew that Qingyang Huan had re-cultivated to achieve the ultimate realm of body casting.
Although he had not cultivated to the peak of body casting, his strength was incomparable, and even the peak body casting level was no match for him.
How far has the strength of this young man who was able to be suppressed by Qingyang Huan and now has been promoted to the Shenzang Realm reached?
"But" despite this, many clan elders still hesitated.
At this moment, all the teenagers in the hall were also quarreling, and they all seemed to have turned into monkeys with their hair blown off.
Who is Jinwei?
He is just a young man brought by the young master from outside.
What qualifications does he have to replace Qingyang to fight against several clans?
If it were the young master, they would not have the slightest dissatisfaction no matter what.
But Jinwei can’t They did not allow Jin Wei to replace them and safeguard Qingyang's glory.
"Uncle Chief, let us go to war, we can do it."
"Why let an outsider go to fight?
Jin Wei has only been in Qingyang for a few days, and he is not considered a member of Qingyang."
"Let that black boy go into battle, no changes allowed."
Faced with the hesitation of the clan elders and the quarrels of the young men, Qingyang Jue's expression did not waver at all, and he spoke out, leaving no room for doubt, and then left the ancestral palace.
"The glory of the Qingyang clan should be protected by ourselves, and we should go find Jin Wei."
Seeing the clan leader leaving, they knew that Qingyangjue's order could not be changed, so a group of teenagers howled and left the ancestral palace and headed towards a stone courtyard outside the valley.
"Jinwei, come out."
"Jinwei, come out quickly.
What qualifications do you have to fight on our behalf and confuse the clan leader?"
A group of teenagers resisted the stone door as unexpectedly as they could, but more than a dozen teenagers easily pushed it open, and all of them rushed into the courtyard where Jin Wei was.
The next day, when the first ray of sunshine filled the sky and the faint purple mist fell on the vast earth.
Rumble The earth outside Qingyang Mountain hums, like thunder coming to the world "Fire Dragon" "Yanshan" "Langyun" "Jinge" "Come to Qingyang to worship the mountains and learn martial arts."
The loud shouts were like thunder exploding in the sky.
Coming Such explosions awakened the entire Qingyang Mountain.
Directly south of Qingyang Mountain, four violent auras turned into long dragons and washed away the earth.
They rolled up four wolf smoke and charged towards the Qingyang Mountains.
There were howling sounds.
The cry echoed across the wasteland. call Almost instantly, a stream of light rose from the Qingyang Mountains, and its violent momentum swept across the world and roared away from the Qingyang Mountains
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