C930 The Famous Jian Zhenyue Defeated the Little Fire God
C930 The Famous Jian Zhenyue Defeated the Little Fire God
When Wang Yan heard this, his face turned cold and he spoke in a deep voice. His voice was neither urgent nor indifferent, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
His tone changed, and he looked at Yong Ye with a cold gaze. He then said, "But you are still too young after all. Your strength is not bad, but I don't have the time to fight you alone."
After he said this, the disciples of Raging Flames Sect behind him unleashed their imposing manner simultaneously. Their eyes were filled with hostility as they looked at Yong Ye.
When the experts of the Native Ancient Martial Force saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile.
"This man from the Raging Flames Sect doesn't care about the morality of a gentleman. He actually intends to use his power to oppress others, using numbers to bully the weak!"
"I don't think it's a problem. There is only one Ancient Martial Remained Tomb. There are too many monks and too little food. How can we allow these rogue cultivators to take advantage of the situation in secret?"
"That's right. Sometimes, using power to coerce others is also a method. This is also the fundamental difference between ancient martial forces and rogue cultivators!"
The experts of Native Ancient Martial Force who were watching the fight were all discussing amongst themselves. They had no intention of stopping them.
To them, rogue cultivators who were wandering around like rogue cultivators didn't deserve to fight with them for the treasures in Ancient Martial Remained Tomb.
"Is this the demeanor of the Native Ancient Martial Force in the Northern State Continent? They actually want to bully others with numbers. This is really disgusting."
When Yong Ye saw this, he slightly raised his eyebrows. A flash of Ling Ran flashed across his eyes as he said in a deep voice.
Although he was shocked, he was not afraid. As long as he stood in this poisonous swamp, no one would be able to hurt him.
Even if these people from the Raging Flames Sect attacked him together, he would not be afraid either!
"Kid, you are still too young. In this world, whoever has the bigger fist is the law. Whoever has the bigger fist is the law. This is also a law that you rogue cultivators will never understand."
A proud expression emerged on Wang Yan's face. He said to Yong Ye in a cold voice, Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Your strength is not bad. If you kneel down and kowtow three times to me now, you will leave with your tail between your legs. I will spare your life!"
The rogue cultivators were infuriated after hearing his words.
"This Wang Yan from the Raging Flames Sect is too arrogant!"
"Although we rogue cultivators are used to being alone and don't like to fight with others, it doesn't mean that we are afraid of fighting!"
"Even a rabbit would bite when forced into a corner. Since these Native Ancient Martial Force are so arrogant and unreasonable, I'm afraid that we will never have the chance to enter the Ancient Martial Remained Tomb again if we give in!"
All the rogue cultivators around had angry expressions on their faces. Many of them also released a shocking inner energy fluctuation from their bodies. The colorful Internal Power White Satin dyed the entire mountain in seven colors.
Boom! When the experts from the Native Ancient Martial Force who were watching felt the strong and majestic inner energy fluctuation that was not inferior to theirs, they could not help but be moved.
How could these rogue cultivators be so powerful?
"Young Master Yong Ye, a rogue cultivator from Northern State, Tian Songzi, I am here to lend you a hand!"
"Junior Yong Ye, rogue cultivator of the Eastern Continent, Daoist Daoyun, I'm willing to lend you a hand!"
"Junior Yong Ye..."
Numerous rogue cultivators with powerful inner energy emerged from the surrounding mountains. They gathered behind Yong Ye and shouted at him in unison.
The voices were full of energy. They were like thunder in a drought. They were deafening and resounded throughout the entire Dragon Crouching Mountain Range.
In just a short while, almost half of the rogue cultivators had gathered around Yong Ye. They were willing to be ordered around by Yong Ye.
These rogue cultivators had experienced many vicissitudes of life. They were very clear about the coldness and warmth of human relationships. It was definitely better to provide timely assistance than adding icing on the cake.
If this White-clothed Youth was willing to stand up for these rogue cultivators, these old fools would be ridiculed by the world if they didn't stand up for him.
Furthermore, with the forceful attitude of the Native Ancient Martial Force of Northern State, if they didn't join forces, they would definitely be defeated by those ancient martial forces one by one.
This White-clothed Youth and Yong Ye had become the core of their group!
Yong Ye didn't expect so many rogue cultivators to come to his aid. After all, he was young and vigorous. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel his qi and blood boiling, and a heroic feeling arose spontaneously.
Buzz!
His face was flushed red. He stretched out his right hand, and a sword cry sounded out from the poisonous swamp under his feet. Then, an ancient bronze sword emerged from the swamp.
This ancient bronze sword was about five feet long. On one side of the sword, there were mountains and rivers, and on the other side, there were plants and birds. The body of the sword was thick and sharp, and the handle of the sword was wide and strong.
"This... this is the Famous Sword ranked 16th in the Huaxia Famous Sword Spectrum, Zhenyue?" When the knowledgeable Ancient Martial Expert saw the ancient sword, a surprised expression immediately appeared on his face, and he cried out in alarm.
As soon as he said this, the surrounding Ancient Martial Expert's faces were filled with envy.
Famous Sword were rare, and many Sword Cultivatiors spent their entire lives searching for a Famous Sword that they were satisfied with.
As for White-clothed Youth, he was so young, yet he was able to sit in the Huaxia Famous Sword Spectrum. He was ranked 16th: Zhenyue. How could they not be envious of him?
When the rogue cultivators and seniors who supported Yong Ye saw the sword in front of Yong Ye, their eyes lit up. They felt that it was a wise decision to help this White-clothed Youth!
Since ancient times, the Ancient Martial Expert that possessed the Famous Sword in the Huaxia Famous Sword Spectrum would always leave its name in the long river of history!
This White-clothed Youth was destined to have a boundless future!
Yong Ye's right hand suddenly grasped the Mountain Suppression Sword. The bronze sword's body suddenly shone brightly. The poisonous swamp under his feet seemed to be boiling, and white bubbles emerged.
He suddenly raised his head, and looked straight at the experts from the Raging Flames Sect in the sky. Finally, his eyes fell on Wang Yan, and he said in a deep voice, "You, the Raging Flames Sect, bullied my rogue cultivators. Today, many seniors of the rogue cultivators are willing to help me. I'm not afraid of fighting either. If you want to fight... Then let's fight!"
The famous words of Genghis Khan, the hero of the grassland, still did not lose the elegance of his ancestors when they were spoken by Yong Ye.
When Wang Yan heard this, his expression became incomparably ugly. He said to Yong Ye coldly, "Kid, do you think that these rogue cultivators behind you can make us your enemy? Humph, you really overestimate your own abilities!"
This time, Yong Ye did not reply. His expression was indifferent, and his Qi rose.
Swoosh!
In the next second, his body moved. He held the Mountain Suppressing Sword in his hand and his entire person turned into an illusionary figure. He rushed towards Wang Yan, who was in the middle of the air.
"How dare you!" Wang Yan's face was filled with anger when he saw this. He cried out in a deep voice.
At the same time, the flames all over his body soared. He clenched his right hand into a fist and a majestic flame pillar shot out from his fist.
That wild and violent flame pillar carried a shocking aura as it smashed towards the sword-wielding young man who was rushing over.
Boom!
The two of them collided and a dazzling fiery light suddenly erupted in midair. A deafening explosion shook everyone's ears until it hurt.
When the wild and violent flame flow scattered, everyone's eyes simultaneously looked towards the battleground in midair. When they saw the sword-wielding White-clothed Youth piercing through Wang Yan's body with the Mountain-Suppressing Sword in his hand... What?
They stared blankly at Yong Ye as he pulled out the sword that had pierced into Wang Yan's body. They watched blankly as Wang Yan's body fell down from the sky.
At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world had stopped moving.
Hua!
A long while later, a series of shocked exclamations suddenly resounded in this world.
The little Fire God Wang Yan of Raging Flames Sect had fallen just like that!