"Hello, Protector Yang. We have met again. It seems that we are indeed destined." Ye Chuan smiled without any trace of solemnity.
This time the Tianyao Sect's attack was very dangerous, and it was even more difficult to complete the task than to reach the sky. The ordinary disciples couldn't help but become nervous and solemn, but Ye Chuan looked at ease with the situation.
Ye Chuan had a smile on his face, but Yang Tiankuang, the accompanying protector, had a straight face and was about to cry without tears. It felt like a lifetime of bad luck was suddenly upon him, and he was extremely unlucky. The last time, he led the team to participate in the three-sect competition. This time, he and Ye Chuan were going to the Tianyao Sect again. Is there anyone in the sect who is more unlucky than him
Yang Tiankang grinned and wanted to smile. After the competition, he appreciated Ye Chuan's admiration, but he couldn't smile.
It's pitiful to see that his name is Yang Tiankuang, but he is not crazy at all. He is famous for being honest and low-key. Just because he was too honest, he ended up taking on tasks that others would avoid. I still don’t know whether Ye Chuan can live a long life and cause trouble for thousands of years, but he has indeed been hurt badly by Ye Chuan! In the last big competition, I turned defeat into victory and escaped with my whole body unexpectedly. What about this time
Yang Tiankuang was worried and had a gloomy look on his face. After holding it in for a long time, he choked out two words and said firmly: "It's not good."
"Protector Yang, are you worried about dying in the Tianyao Sect?"
Ye Chuan patted Yang Tiankuang on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you are just leading the way, no one will make things difficult for you. Even if I die, I will die first."
Yang Tiankuang suddenly stopped and looked at the calm Ye Chuan, feeling moved in his heart.
Honest people are not good at expressing themselves. He didn't know what to say, but Ye Chuan's simple words made him admire this young man from the bottom of his heart, who was a whole generation younger than himself.
"Big brother, big brother..."
A familiar voice came, and Ye Chuan turned around. Fatty Zhao Dazhi chased after him, carrying a large package on his back, panting, "Elder brother, Miss Jiajia asked me to accompany you."
"Fat man, if we don't compete with the three factions this time, aren't you afraid that you'll never come back?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Afraid. The third elder is scared to death. Who is not afraid?"
The fat Zhao Dazhi glanced at the unlucky protector Yang Tiankuang, and felt a little comfort in his heart. He found someone with the same problem, "However, if I don't agree, I will be strangled to death by Miss Jiajia now. So, junior brother, I have no choice but to Here we come. Senior brother, I will entrust this little life to you for the rest of my life, and you must be responsible."
Fatty Zhao Dazhi looked like he was committed to his life.
"Bah, I'm not interested in men, you fat man, stay away from me."
Ye Chuan walked away, cursing fiercely, but feeling warm in his heart. He followed him even though he knew the odds were against him. Fatty was indeed a brother.
"Elder brother, I'm talking about Miss Jiajia. You have to be responsible for me, and you won't let me down my affection in the future." Fatty Zhao Dazhi followed up and said seriously.
Even a fool can see Zhu Sijia's affection for Ye Chuan. The fat man was not a fool. On the contrary, he was very thief, and he had long seen Zhu Sijia's abnormality. Never in my dreams did I expect that Zhu Sijia, who was fierce and fierce, would be so considerate after falling in love. It's a pity that this person is not him. He can only look at Ye Chuan and drool, lamenting that he does not have such a life.
"Fat man, what are you talking about? Don't treat senior brother as the same person as you, I don't understand."
Ye Chuan shook his head, pretending not to understand, and secretly quickened his pace.
The group of three people walked faster and faster, and soon they came to a valley behind the Yunwu Hall, and a huge, ancient high platform appeared in front of them.
This high platform has a radius of eight thousand meters and is made of unknown boulders. On the boulders, there are mysterious inscriptions of the ancient great sage carved on them. Still thousands of meters away, the thick ancient and majestic atmosphere swept over. Looking at it from a distance, a surging fighting spirit naturally arose in my heart, as if I was on an ancient battlefield, surrounded by thousands of troops and horses, with a strong aura of killing coming towards my face.
"This is a war altar. Legend has it that the founder of our Yunwu Sect used the great sage's magical power to personally move it back from the end of time and space. To this day, it has been the largest and oldest war altar in the Qin Dynasty and even the entire Skyfire Continent. , countless masters have fought on it, using blood and life to perform the most ferocious collisions!"
The voice of protector Yang Tiankuang came, with a sense of deep pride.
In the Yunwu Sect, which has a long history, there are many things that make the disciples proud, such as the rising mountains, the majestic palaces, the ancient Sutra Pavilion and the Weapons Pavilion... all of them are majestic, but the most shocking Yes, this is the war altar with a rich history. Legend has it that a long time ago, this was the place where the top super masters in the wild world battled, and it was a holy place where all saint-level masters competed and discussed martial arts.
At that time, it was the most prosperous and glorious day of Yunwu Sect. It's a pity that those days are gone forever. Today, the Yunwu Sect can no longer even activate this behemoth again. This unique war altar left behind by the founder, King Guishou Yao, is gathering dust.
Fatty Zhao Dazhi was stunned. Although it was not the first time he saw this war altar, he was still shocked. He was shocked every time he saw it, and his heart was full of pride. "Yes, this is the war altar. Senior brother, you look… "
After a while, Fatty finally came to his senses and wanted to tell Ye Chuan many stories related to the war altar. When he turned around, he saw that there was no one around him, and then he realized that Ye Chuan was no longer around.
While the fat man was shocked, Ye Chuan came to the edge of the war altar, stretched out his right hand, and gently touched the Great Sage rune on the boulder with his fingertips.
Millions of years have passed, and the world only knows that this is an ancient war altar brought back from the end of time and space by the founder of the Yunwu Sect, King Guishou Yao. No one knows the story behind it except Ye Chuan himself. Back then, if he hadn't fought against the Thirteen Great Sages of the Chaotic Fierce Realm on his own, how could the Ghost Hand Medicine King have taken the opportunity to seize this ancient altar
"Saints fight, blood stains the altar..."
Ye Chuan murmured to himself, his fingertips traced the runes of the Great Sage, and a familiar and arrogant feeling came to his heart. At this moment, it seems that time and space have gone back to millions of years ago, back to the era when one hand covered the sky and defeated the invincible hand of the great sage in the world. The fat man Zhao Dazhi and the protector Yang Tiankuang, who were standing thousands of meters away, suddenly had the illusion that Ye Chuan had become a part of the ancient altar, or that the altar had become a part of Ye Chuan's body, regardless of each other. , all exude an ancient and majestic atmosphere.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, what did you say?"
Fatty Zhao Dazhi had palpitations for no reason and mustered up the courage to walk towards Ye Chuan.
"Nothing, let's go."
Ye Chuan turned around and walked calmly towards a nearby ancient teleportation array. A burst of green light flashed, and the three of them disappeared. They opened the ancient teleportation array and headed towards the Tianyao Gate.
As soon as the three of them left, a mysterious woman quietly came to the valley. She walked to the edge of the war altar and glanced at it, and suddenly her heart trembled. On the dusty altar, a clear and deeply sunken palm print was revealed. This palm print was obviously left a long, long time ago, but somehow it was mysteriously revealed again to the light of day.
"Tian Yao Sect, Ye Chuan?"
The mysterious woman stood still and looked at the ancient teleportation array with light flowing in the distance. She muttered to herself and left quietly. She came and went without disturbing any Yunwu Sect guards, leaving only a line of wet footprints.