Chapter 277: Trembling

Self-proclaimed the first person in the new generation of Southern Xinjiang!
Self-proclaimed God of War in Southern Xinjiang!
Both of these titles are very irritating. Either they are ignored because they are too weak and unworthy and will become a joke; or they will become a group attack.
However, Zhang Yang announced in public that there was no objection.
Even after a brief period of calm, some people actually took the initiative to say: "A generation of people who pushed southern Xinjiang is naturally the first in southern Xinjiang. The title of the of war in southern Xinjiang is completely worthy."
Suddenly, there was a commotion and an uproar.
Some people despise: "Self-styled, ridiculous, are you so anxious to become the first person in the new generation of southern Xinjiang? Are you so anxious to seize the title of God of War in southern Xinjiang? Are you afraid that someone will challenge you and defeat you? ."
Someone agrees: "No one in a million dare to challenge again, totally worthy of it!"
Others sneered: "This title is interesting, self-styled, it will definitely trigger a backlash. Are the top ten saint-level powers in southern Xinjiang just such a fool, let him bully it on the top of their heads?"
In short, there are all kinds of people.
It happened that no one jumped out and personally used actions to stop it.
I don't want to, but I dare not.
Zhang Yang was punched out with his fists, who is not convinced? Who dares not accept?
No matter how hard their mouths are, they warn themselves deep in their hearts, don't rush out to do it, it will be a dead end.
The scene was very noisy.
Until Xue Feishhuang's figure appeared above Qingque Palace.
"You guys!"
Her voice was clear and sweet, inspired by the power, the sound moved the sky, calming the chaotic scene.
Xue Feishhuang looked around and said, "Everyone, my wild forest has become the eleventh holy land in southern Xinjiang, but we will not squeeze southern Xinjiang, looting southern Xinjiang, and block all of them like other holy places. We will give full support to the future of young people."
"Immediately, I declare that all sects and families that are oppressed by the great power of the Holy Order and insulted can join the wild forest and gain protection."
"Anyone who has been persecuted by the Demon Slayer Group can enter the vast forest."
"And those who are willing to join us and become a member of the sacred land of the wild forest will have the opportunity to be cultivated. As long as you show enough talent, as long as you are loyal enough, even if you want to go out for revenge, as long as it is reasonable and reasonable, the wild forest is Will be your strongest backing."
"Big Forest, welcome everyone!"
In an instant, the whole audience was boiling and clamoring.
The Yuntiange in the crowd looked gloomy and terrifying. He knew that through the holy war, through the ice jade face, reached the top of the South Xinjiang's largest immeasurable, through the publicity to push the new generation, dominates the first, the title of the Southern Xinjiang War God, this With a series of blessings, a strong rise of the wild forest has been created, breaking the stagnant water pattern of southern Xinjiang. Such a decision may allow people from the top ten holy powers to take the opportunity to join in and do something, but it is absolutely possible. Let the strength of the reckless forest surge.
The scarcity of people has always been their biggest shortcoming.
Once there is enough, I can't imagine what kind of great changes they will bring with them.
Yun Tiange retreated with a solemn expression. He knew that under such a prestige, even if it wanted to cause a disturbance in the crowd, it was already impossible.
When he retired, he had heard many people madly expressing that he wanted to join. It was very enthusiastic, and some even shouted out the words that their family had already decided to join.
In the end, Xue Feishhuang announced: "Anyone who joins can immediately go to the wild forest."
Many people acted immediately.
The dense crowd gathered around Qingque Palace began to disperse.
Zhang Yang, Xue Feishhuang also quietly returned to Qingque Palace.
The others were already excitedly waiting for him to return, all of a sudden, they gathered around and talked babblingly.
In the end, Xuefeishuang stopped it.
"This scene is not over yet."
Someone is puzzled.
Xue Feishhuang said faintly: "The three generations of old, middle-aged and young people can all be called the number one in Southern Xinjiang. Do you think the ten desperate Saint-level powers in Southern Xinjiang will allow it? Maybe the sage has arranged to attack us."
"Aren't they afraid of our revenge? Our Holy Land will soon have five great saints, and there will be more. No one is not afraid of it." Yuluan was shocked.
Others also felt incredible.
Saints shot at them?
That means to kill Zhang Yang. Doesn't this mean a complete war? Which holy place is not afraid of being specifically targeted by them, it may cause that holy place to collapse.
Xue Feishhuang said indifferently: "You are still too innocent. Many wars are defeated by the trick of winning by surprise. Whoever says it must be the saint of southern Xinjiang."
She looked around at these people and said, "If it is a saint outside of southern Xinjiang, and after killing a person, there will be no traces left. It is difficult to find it out. Even if he wants revenge, he will not find the murderer."
Everyone was stunned.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but be surprised, this is entirely possible.
He hadn't thought of this earlier.
After Xue Feishuang reminded, carefully pondering, the possibility is very great.
To kill them without leaving a trace, the best choice is a saint.
Even if it is Boundless Boundary, it is not safe, because they have the ice jade face of the first person on Boundless Boundary in southern Xinjiang.
"We will leave immediately." Yuluan said.
Xue Feishhuang shook his head and said: "If they really do this, we will leave now, it will be too late, and even if it is the first time to leave, it may not be possible to leave."
"Hehe, the little girl is very smart."
Very abruptly, a slightly older voice sounded in Qingque Palace.
A dying old man slowly walked out of the depths.
His hair is almost falling out, the wrinkles on his face crisscross, and his thin body seems to be blown down by a gust of wind.
His appearance made everyone feel tight.
The old man smiled and said: "My name is Lie Qianlong. I come from the Taixu Sacred Gate of the Northern Plains. I should have been waiting for death, but an old friend in southern Xinjiang gave me a holy medicine for life extension, on the condition that I kill you all."
Even if the elite new-generation masters in the wild forest were present, they were still deeply shocked by the words of this Lie Qianlong Saint.
Only Xue Feishhuang said with a composure: "Everyone has seen it. This is a saint. You all have a sense of awe of the saint in your bones. Now you can see the face of the saint clearly? They are also human, and they will shiver before death. In order to survive, they can do anything devoid of conscience and do anything that has no moral bottom line, so saints, don’t be scary! Saints, don’t be afraid!

Her words are useful, but still make people nervous.
Lie Qianlong smiled lightly: "It's really interesting, little girl, you actually want to break their sense of awe of the saint in their hearts, so that they have a sense of fearlessness in their hearts, and then they can be more courageous and diligent in the martial arts, tusk, yes. , Really good, but a pity..."
Before he finished speaking, Xue Feishhuang directly interrupted: "Too much nonsense, only a saint. Knowing that you are coming, Yan Neng is not ready, Yuluan, go and kill him!"