Chapter 267 On the Top of Shipan Mountain, the Competition Between the Seven Tribes

When Bei Zhuxin and Ding Yi saw him like this, they covered their mouths and laughed again.

To be honest, when he is not killing people, Master Xiao really looks like a master.

Pei Gang and others breathed a sigh of relief and put smiles on their faces.

Pei Gang cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Young Master, I really admire you now. The cultivation of the black-robed old man just now should be at the ninth level of Tianyuan Realm, and he is also a notorious member of the demonic path, yet he was told to quit like this by the Young Master. Well, if this matter spreads, it will become a big myth about the young master."

Ouyang Wudu narrowed his eyes and said: "The old man's cultivation should be at the peak of the ninth level of Tianyuan Realm."

"As expected." Pei Gang said with slightly shocked eyes, "But Brother Ouyang is also very powerful. He actually punched the old man with a fifth-level cultivation of Tianyuan Realm."

Ouyang Wudu raised the corners of his lips and said calmly: "Cultivation is not all about strength. This can be seen from our young master."

Xiao Yi smiled and said: "If I hadn't shown enough strength to shock them first, how could it be so easy to say goodbye to them? But what I said was indeed true, and it also hit the hearts of everyone in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, so we The two sides didn’t start fighting.”

"Then...then if there is a fight, can we win?" Pei Gang asked a little unconfidently.

After all, the black-robed old man is at the peak of the ninth level of the Tianyuan Realm, and the four people behind him are not weak in aura. They are all at least the fifth level of the Tianyuan Realm or above.

Xiao Yi grinned: "Whether we can win or not, we can only know if we fight. Okay, let's continue on our way! I heard that there is a grand event in Zhongzhou in the past few days, and we don't know if we can still make it!"

Ding Yi smiled and said, "Young Master is talking about the Seven Clans Competition, right?"

Xiao Yi returned to the Shenxingzhou and said with a smile: "That's right. When we arrive in Zhongzhou, we will first go to meet the young talents in Zhongzhou and say hello to them. Otherwise, won't it seem that I, Xiao Yi, am too ungrateful?"

Everyone was shocked. Xiao Yi had just arrived in Zhongzhou and was about to attack the seven major families?

greet? When had Xiao Yi ever been so polite to others? Even when faced with superpowers like Ten Thousand Demons Cave, he would always carry a sword and set up an array while showing off his bag...

Ding Yi's eyes flashed slightly, knowing that Xiao Yi had not let go of the previous resentment.

She was really glad she had made the decision.

Otherwise, when Xiao Yi enters Zhongzhou, not only the seven major families will suffer, but also their Hunlong Gang...

Ding Yi made some calculations and said with a smile: "Young Master wants to catch up with the Seven Clans Competition, but I'm afraid it's too late. Because today is the second day of their Seven Clans Competition. The Seven Clans Competition has seven days in total. Excluding today, There are only five days left. It will take us at least eight or nine days to get from here to Zhongzhou."

Xiao Yi was not surprised that Ding Yi knew the specific time of the Seven Clans Competition.

Such grand and symbolic events are usually held at a fixed time.

For example, it is held every five years and is scheduled for a fixed date. In this way, the children of those families can be reminded to practice diligently every day in order to stand out and shine in the competition.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "You can make it in time. Miss Ding, you also sit on the Shenxing Boat. The three of us will go to Zhongzhou first. Senior Ouyang and the others will follow later."

Ding Yi looked embarrassed. The Shenxingzhou was only so big. If she got up there, the three of them would be right next to each other...

Although she has made a promise to Xiao Yi, so far, the two of them have not had any physical contact... If they were to squeeze in on Xiao Yi in public, she would inevitably be a little shy.

Xiao Yi grinned, picked up Bei Zhuxin and sat on his lap, urging Ding Yi: "Don't be stunned, come up quickly, I'm anxious to watch the fun!"

When Ding Yi saw that Bei Zhuxin's original position had been vacated, he jumped from the back of his Yuan Beast Mountain Eagle into the Divine Boat.

Putting away the mountain eagle, Ding Yi blushed and sat down.

Although Bei Zhuxin was a little ashamed, only in this way could she tolerate Ding Yi.

"Senior Ouyang, you should hurry up and hurry up. Try not to delay on the way." Xiao Yi smiled at Ouyang Wudu.

Ouyang Wudu grinned and said, "Don't worry, sir, we will be there in a few days."

"Okay!" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled, then drove away on the divine boat.

In order to take care of everyone, Shen Xingzhou slowed down, but now it is at full speed, soaring like a shooting star...

Four days later, on the top of Shipan Mountain outside Zhongzhou City, the competition between the seven races was in full swing.

Shipan Mountain has a broad mountain top with no protruding peaks and not a single plant growing on the mountain top. The whole mountain is a huge round stone.

From a bird's eye view, it looks like a huge stone plate, crushing the entire mountaintop flat.

Someone once wanted to break open the huge stone, but was stopped by the then Lord of Zhongzhou Palace, who said: "The top of Shipan Mountain is a ghost ax created by the power of nature. It should not be touched lightly! But the stone was born with a purpose. , don’t let it go idle. The world is prospering with martial arts, Zhongzhou also wants to prosper, and Shipan Mountain can be used as a place for martial arts!"

Since then, Shipanshan has become a place for military competition between various forces.

A grand event like the Seven Clans Competition will naturally be held here.

At this moment, on Shipan Mountain, a young man was sitting lazily on the back of his chair, looking listless and looking like he wanted to sleep.

On both sides of his seat were the heads of the seven clans.

The other seven clansmen were divided into seven small square formations around the stone plate.

In the center of the stone plate, there were two children of the Seven Clans, fighting fiercely, and they were indistinguishable.

"Let me tell you, clan leaders, how long will the two of them continue to fight? They have already shown off. Is it time for them to be more ruthless and decide the winner?" The lazy young man rolled his eyes and said nothing. He said angrily.

The heads of the seven clans twitched their faces. Wasn't it just a cup of tea? It's been a long time?

The fight lasted for a long time, which shows that they are powerful and have equal strength. How can there be a competition that urges people to decide the winner as soon as possible?

"Ahem, Your Majesty, the competition between our seven clans has always been about friendship first and competition second. If you are cruel, you will lose the spirit of the competition." A fat middle-aged man with a round face said with an embarrassed smile.

One of the people competing in this competition was his son.

As soon as the fat middle-aged man finished speaking, a figure was knocked away by a heavy palm and rolled into a ball on the stone ground. After stopping rolling, he spat out a mouthful of hot blood and fell into unconsciousness...

The fat middle-aged Zhao Fenglei's face twitched fiercely.

The person who was blown away by the heavy palm was not his son!

The lazy young man suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "This is interesting. Mr. Zhao, does your face hurt?"

Zhao Fenglei twitched the corner of his mouth and hummed: "My face doesn't hurt, but the people of the Luo family are so cruel that they seriously injured my son with the pulse-breaking palm! If my son's meridians were seriously damaged, this would I will never stop doing this!"

Luo Zhen, the head of the Luo family, smiled faintly: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, my son has learned 80% of the heat of the Pulse Breaking Palm, and his palm power can be retracted and released freely. His palm just now will only make Zhao Jian unable to fight anymore, and will not Damage to his meridians."

"Hmph, it's best like this." Zhao Fenglei snorted unhappily.