Invincible Bloodline

Under the gazes of everyone present.    

"Rumble. . . "    

A rainbow-colored cloud that was countless acres wide floated over from the eastern horizon.    

In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in the sky above the plaza.    

In the next moment. . .    

The colorful clouds dispersed, revealing a group of people. There were about a few thousand of them. There were men and women, old and young.    

In the middle of the crowd was Black-Clothed Youth, who was hugging a three-year-old cutie. He looked to be in his twenties, and he had a concept that returned to its original state. There was no expert aura around him. It looked like. . . He looked like an ordinary person who could not understand any martial arts. However, by chance. . . The aura that was revealed gave people the feeling that he was a god that had descended to the mortal world. It made the people of the world kneel down and worship him, bowing their heads in submission.    

. . .    

"Yang. . . Yang Fann, he. . . He is me. . . Our Seven Stars Sect's legendary monster, Yang Fann? " In an instant, the eyes of countless martial artist warriors on the square revealed a touch of curiosity. There were very few people in the Seven Stars Sect who had actually seen the legendary monster, Yang Fann.    

In the eyes of most of the elders and disciples of the Seven Stars Sect, he was so mysterious and unreachable. He was like a legendary god that resided high in the Divine World. He was not someone ordinary people like them could come into contact with.    

Vaguely, there was a trace of envy in everyone's eyes. However, that target was not Yang Fann, but the group of servants and maids behind him.    

One must know that they had spent an unknown amount of money in order to obtain a spot. Moreover, they had even fought a few life and death battles before they were able to stand out and obtain a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. However, those people had easily obtained a spot without any trials.    

Comparisons were truly infuriating.    

. . .    

Yang Yunfeng And His Wife was a nostalgic person. He was the servant and maid of the Flying Peak. All of them were brought along by them.    

Yang Fann naturally wouldn't have any objections to this. As long as his parents and the others liked it, let alone a mere thousand servants and maids. Even if it was ten times more, a hundred times more. Furthermore, these people. . . Many of them had watched him grow up. To them, Yang Fann. . . Yang Fann had also regarded them as his elders. In fact, they held a high position in his heart. They were more important than many people from the Yang family.    

Besides these servants, the rest of them came from Yang Fann's mother, the mother of Luo Yun, the Luo Family, and their family, the Han family.    

The rest of the people from Luo Han and Han Family could be ignored. But. . . Yang Fann could not ignore his uncle's family and the old man's family.    

This time, Yang Fann did not give a specific number of spots. He only asked his younger cousin, Luo Jiahui, to go back and pick people. She would bring anyone she liked back.    

In the end, the door of his uncle's family was almost destroyed by the crazy disciples of the Luo and Han families.    

There was nothing he couldn't do when he submitted his feelings, pulled up his relationship, and played the card of kinship.    

Fortunately, Luo Jiahui was still relatively reliable. She knew who Yang Fann hated, and did not casually bring people back just because Yang Fann doted on her.    

She only picked less than five thousand people, and most of them were collateral relatives of the Luo and Han families with good morals. As for the direct descendants, there were less than three hundred of them.    

. . .    

"Yang Fann. . . Sigh. . . "    

Looking at Yang Fann who was surrounded by Luo Jiahui and the other girls in the sky, the beautiful eyes of a few girls in the crowd couldn't help but darken. All of a sudden, it turned into a helpless sigh. The unrealistic hope in their hearts retreated like a tide and was suppressed in the deepest part of the Heart Sea.    

These few girls were none other than Lan Lingmei. Gong Wuxia and the other "Yang Fann's woman" who had been in the limelight for all these years. With the identity of "Yang Fann's woman," these girls had gotten a lot of benefits. The benefits they enjoyed were enough to make even some of the supreme elders jealous. Their cultivation base had improved by leaps and bounds, and more than ten years had passed. All of them had stepped into the upper King Stage, and were now ranked among the top Seven Stars Sects in the Seven Stars Sect. However, compared to Luo Jiahui and the other girls, none of them cared about their cultivation base. It's not just the looks and the temperament, it's a lot worse. They felt ashamed of themselves.    

The advancement of the martial artist was actually a process of constantly improving one's physique. The higher one's cultivation base was, the less ugly one would be, unless one cultivated some evil poison techniques or devil techniques that destroyed one's own appearance.    

For example, when Yang Fann first entered the Seven Stars Sect, he could only be considered to be quite good-looking. There was still a long way to go before he became a handsome young man. But now, his facial features were constantly being adjusted. Coupled with his unique temperament, although he could not be called the peerless young man in the world, he was still one in a hundred million.    

And of Luo Jiahui's six daughters, Lin Wanru and Lin Xiao Lian's daughters, there was no need to talk about them. Now, they were only a step away from Seven Stars Emperor Sovereign. Even Luo Jiahui, who disliked training the most, had reached Nine Stars Emperor's realm. In these few months, Yang Fann's main task was to accompany his family.    

However, he did not forget Luo Jiahui and the others. All kinds of top grade spiritual medicines were continuously supplied to them, causing their cultivation base to increase by one realm every day.    

. . .    

"En, since everyone is here, let's set off. " Yang Fann casually glanced at the crowd in the square, then turned to Lin Yi and said, "Lin Lao, sorry to trouble you. "    

Bringing so many people with him to Northern Wasteland Courtyard - Holy Spirit Mountain, with Yang Fann's current strength, although he could do it, he would need to consume more than half of his magic power, which was far less time-saving compared to Lin Yi, who was a Nine Stars Great Saint.    

"Yes, my lord. "    

Lin Yi answered respectfully. He waved his hand, and a mysterious and vast energy immediately enveloped everyone in the square.    

. . .    

On top of the Holy Spirit Peak on the main peak of Holy Spirit Mountain.    

Similarly, a group of people were gathered together, looking forward to something.    

These people were none other than the 850 thousand expert geniuses selected from the 32 branches of Holy Ji Sect. Among these people, most of them were at least six star Monarch Cultivation, which was equivalent to an invincible Monarch Cultivation. Most of them were at least seven star high level Kings.    

Emperor had over a thousand of them, but most of them were at least one or two-star.    

Compared to the Holy Ji Sect, the tests of these geniuses were much crueler, especially the 30 courtyards outside of the Northern Wasteland Courtyard and Saint Devil Courtyard. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that they were one out of a hundred million.    

At the front of the crowd.    

There were 32 peerless experts with powerful auras that were as deep as the ocean, far surpassing the other expert geniuses. One of them was Three Stars Emperor, who was at the upper and lower Emperor Stage.    

Especially the black and white figures at the front, they were even more terrifying. Their Qi was more than ten million times stronger than the other thirty geniuses.    

These thirty-two people were none other than Academy Lord from the thirty-two courtyards of the Holy Ji Academy. The black and white expert were Academy Lord and his good friend, Academy Lord and Mo Wuxie from the Saint Devil Courtyard of Northern Wasteland Courtyard.    

Looking at Dongfang Sheng and Mo Wuxie who were happily chatting, the other 30 courtyards' Academy Lord's eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.    

"Damn it, this Eastern Old Ghost is really lucky to have such a monstrous disciple. How could I not have that luck. . . "    

Dongfang Sheng's cultivation base was the strongest amongst them. In the past ten years, because of Yang Fann, Dongfang Sheng's status in the Holy Ji Sect had naturally risen. It could be said that he was only below Academy Lord and a few others.    

The generous benefits were incomparable to Academy Lord's in the other courtyards. In just a dozen years, he had broken through to the Third Grade. He was one step ahead of them and broke through to the Top-Level Emperor.    

As for his great enemy, Academy Lord, Sima Jingfeng from Yangji Courtyard, he didn't even know how many meters tall the grass on his grave was.    

Although the Holy Ji Sect forbade harming fellow disciples, it still depended on the person.    

Even Yue Tianpeng, the master of the Holy Ji Sect, wouldn't dare to interfere in the matter of Dongfang Sheng.    

During this half a year, with the large amount of top grade Yang Fanns that Yang Fann left behind before he left, Dongfang Sheng's cultivation base. . . It was faster and faster than riding a flying boat.    

He had broken through five major realms in a row and reached the half-step Emperor Sovereign Stage. He believed that he would be able to truly attain the position of Sovereign in just a few months' time, leaving all the courtyards and courtyards far away from Academy Lord.    

"And that Mo Wuxie, it's also good luck. . . "    

Dongfang Sheng hadn't forgotten about his good friend, Mo Wuxie, who had given him a lot of top grade spiritual medicines.    

Although Mo Wuxie's current cultivation base was not as high as Dongfang Sheng's, and he had broken through to the Emperor Sovereign Stage with a single step, he was still not comparable to any other Academy Lord. He had already reached Eight Stars Emperor's realm in Sobbing Blood Continent. If this was half a year ago, even the First Ancestor, Shen Baiyi, would be much weaker than him.    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

Dongfang Sheng, who was in front of them, suddenly trembled. His eyes were fixed on the Void in the south. His gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.    

"It's coming!"    

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