Chapter 303: Purple clothes are back

Ye Yang roughly distinguished them, they were in the direction of the ancient battlefield, followed directly to the third day, Ye Yang finally saw their destination.
The first thing that caught Ye Ye's sight was a mountain of thousands of miles, standing thousands of miles tall, straight into the clouds, and magnificent.
In the middle of the mountain, a straight crack splits the whole mountain into two, the river water flows slowly between the two mountains.
Before approaching the mountain, a desire to pierce the sky and destroy the heavenly destruction of swords made people cold from their bones.
In front of the sky-swording sword, everyone is like ants, and can only give birth to look up, but can't resist at all.
Even when Ye Yang was looking at the mountain just now, he was shocked. This is a kind of kendo will. After countless years, how strong the person who cut out the sword was.
Ye Yang looked at the map and determined the coordinates. The place labeled here is called Tianjian Canyon, which is a relatively safe place in the ancient battlefield.
Later generations speculated that this should be a sword that was cut before the death of an ancient swordsman, which contained his Kendo will, so it was immortal.
This has become a necessary place for all sword repairers to enter the ancient battlefield, because being able to feel the will of the ancient sword sage here, even with a little understanding, can benefit immensely.
And on the rock wall split by the sword master here, a strange grass named Tianjian grass has been grown, which contains pure sword meaning, which can help the group to repair the sword more quickly. It's priceless.
Ye Yang looked at the thousands of disciples at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but realize that when he came over, when he saw everyone, they all had swords hanging from their waists.
Ye Yang let go of the consciousness and saw that among the thousands of disciples, they were rolling up the cliff, some meditated at the foot of the mountain, some slightly upward, and stretched thousands of miles.
There are two people in front of him, who have reached the mountainside, and they are hundreds of miles apart.
Ye Yang looked at the two people and couldn't help laughing, because he recognized the two people, and the one below was Ye Yuhan, and he was meditating with his eyes closed.
And more than four hundred miles in front of him, there was a black cloak with a gloomy Huang Wuya.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew across the canyon, and more than a dozen blades of grass shaped like swords flew outward, immediately causing a burst of exclamation from everyone below.
Huang Wuya stared coldly at the front, seeing the leaves flying in front of him, one hand carefully stretched out, and quickly grabbed in the air, a total of four Tianjian grass was collected by him.
Ye Yang's eyes narrowed, because he saw that when Huang Wuya received Tianjiancao, the arm was actually cut by a small wound with an invisible force.
The remaining Tianjian grass continued to fly downwards. Ye Yuhan opened his eyes and turned his eyes like electricity. He immediately explored with his right hand and caught three Tianjian grasses. He was exhausted and could only look at the rest. A few of the Sword Grasses flew down.
The sword repair below saw Tian Jian Cao appear, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but I don't know why, the palm has not touched the Tian Jian Cao, and the entire arm was broken with elbows, as if cut by a sharp blade.
The man suddenly groaned, but still gritted his teeth, stretched out the other hand, and fished in the air, and finally caught a Sword Grass.
It turned out to be halfway up the mountain. The will of Kendo was extremely terrifying. The strong wind of the valley hung out. After passing through the valley, the contaminated Kendo will was as sharp as an invisible wind blade.
Otherwise, with Huang Wuya's character, how can he let so much fat fly away in front of his eyes, it is really terrifying wind, unable to swallow it alone.
Although Tianjiancao is a treasure, everyone can't help admiring the person so severely.
The people below also picked up one after another, but the more people descended, the more the power was reduced and the success rate was great.
However, there are dozens of people occupying any place. Some people have just caught the Sword Grass. A long sword directly cuts off his head and takes Sword Grass.
Every time the Sword Grass appears below, there is abnormal chaos. Now the continuous mountains are all blood, and the body has been thrown into the river.
Ye Yang glanced at Huang Wuya, seeing that he was staring at Ye Yuhan coldly, and a smear of killings appeared on his face.
Knowing that this guy is jealous of Ye Yuhan, it ’s not as good for him as Ye Yuhan, but when it comes to Kendo, Ye Yuhan has to throw him a few streets, giving him jealousy.
In particular, when Ye Yuhan collected Tian Jian Cao, he calmly calmly, apparently sensed the threat brought by the invisible wind, and avoided it early, which he could not do.
Looking at the killing intentions appearing on Huang Wuya's face, Ye Yang moved in his heart, found a place where nobody was, and quietly replaced his old head.
Putting on a purple dress, I recovered a pair of nostrils facing up to the sky, and my eyes were above the top. I thought about carrying an ancestral sword in the back. This ancestral sword is the contribution of the master of the magic fist Yes, looking behind your back, let alone say that there is really a generation of masters.
This man relied on clothes and horses on his saddle. He had a look of his looks and a pair of ancestors, and his appearance was greatly improved.
Looked in the mirror, dangled his throat twice, and felt that he was foolproof, and finally walked towards Tianjian Canyon like a flat shoulder in his waist.
As below today's sword canyon, a confrontation is taking place, a human body lying on the ground, blood flowing.
"You demons are so deceiving. Do you really want to go to war with our Zifeng Holy Land?" A Zifeng Holy Land apprentice shouted sharply.
Today, there are only five disciples in the Zifeng Holy Land, and they also include those on the ground who have already checked in to work in the underworld.
There were eleven people across from them. All of them were strong men of the Sirius and Qingren clan. One of the strong men of the Sirius clan was stained with blood on the palms of his hands. He was slowly sticking out his tongue and licking it. With a look of disdain, "The war starts, the uncle of Zizi Shengzi, killed so many of us, do you really think that we will do so?"
"Asshole, our son said, that person is not our Purple Wind Holy Land," the disciple of that Purple Wind Holy Land shouted loudly.
"Idiot, who is playing this trick to lie, then I killed yours now, you can also find our young master. Our young master also said that I am not a Sirius, and nothing will happen. "" The strong man of the Sirius family dismissed.
"You are arrogant"
"So what, we're just arrogance, and we also grabbed your Tian Jian Cao, how can you?" The strong men of Sirius clan said proudly.
It turned out that just now, a sword repairer in the Purple Wind Holy Land was lucky enough to get a Sword Grass, and as soon as he got it, he was killed by a sneak attack on a Sirius clan. Don't take it away.
The two sides suddenly stretched their swords, but the number of people in the Purple Wind Holy Land was obviously much lower than the opponent, occupying a disadvantage.
"Hum the acquaintance, get out of the way, or you will leave your life," said the strong man of Sirius.
His words aroused laughter and ridicule from teammates behind him. The four disciples of the Purple Wind Holy Place were suddenly irritated but had to endure.
"You wait for us, our Son will never let you go," said the disciple of the Zifeng Holy Land.
Just as they were about to leave, a lazy voice came, "Rely on people, it is better to rely on yourself, just my grandson, don't count on it."
A word immediately caught everyone's attention, looking away from the two forces, looking at the distant figure in the distance, and exclaiming "Purple man?"
Ye Yang stepped in all directions and came to everyone in the eyes of everyone.
"Snapped"
A slap in the face of the man, cursing, "What Ziyi, Lao Tzu has his own name, remember that Lao Tzu's name is Jiang Taizu"
The sound of arrogance spread throughout the audience, and all of them suddenly reacted from the shock. This violent purple man appeared.
"Asshole, are you the one who killed us?" The innocent disciple who hadn't waited for him to appear, and the strong man of the Sirius family, his eyes were suddenly ruthless, and they would jump at any time.
Ye Yang didn't even look at them, pointing at the disciples in the Zifeng Holy Land, yelling, "Look at you for your goodness and lose all the faces of the Zifeng Holy Land. How can you deserve your Master, How can you deserve your fathers and ancestors, how can you deserve me? "
The four people were scolded in a dumbfounded way. For a while, their heads were blinded, and they faced the "violent rage" Ye Yang, not knowing how to answer.
"What's the point of bullying some small shrimps usually, bullying the big ones if you want to bully them is so challenging, you are so disappointed." Ye Yang was furious, scolding, spitting stars Like Qiuyu, they sprayed their faces.
However, they dare not dare to wipe it, because they dare not confirm the identity of this person, because he claims to be Jiang Taizu, but he is the same as Jiang Yifeng, the grandfather of Jiang Yifeng.
Because there are two branches of the Sacred River in Zifeng Holy Land, one is Jiang and the other is Jiang, so they can't distinguish between true and false for a while.
"Oh, senior, can you tell the disciple what your source is?" The disciple still carefully inquired before he could figure it out.
"Jiang Taixu is my cousin, Jiang Yuyao is my cousin, why are you questioning my identity? Who is your master?" Ye Yang asked unhappyly.
When the man heard Jiang Yuyao, he immediately believed in his words, because Jiang Yuyao was a holy land and no one knew it.
"The villain is Li Xiangdong, a disciple of the four elders," the disciple replied quickly.
"Huh, Jiang Biechang, this old slam stick, he just married his wife in the fourteenth room this year, or his cousin, don't learn the unproductive old goods," Ye Yang said with disgust. The day read, the other party didn't know anything.
Li Xiangdong had no doubt at all. Even such a secret thing knew that he was absolutely a holy man. Others could not pose as he hurriedly bowed down and said, "The disciple has seen his grandfather."
Ye Yang nodded slightly with satisfaction, and said, "Get up, don't be afraid in the future, grandpa will support you"
I have n’t waited for Li Xiangdong to wait for a few people to answer. The Sirius clan who had been hanging for a long time suddenly shouted, "Go to your grandfather, let me die."