In the main hall of the Bamboo Jie Gang, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou looked at the two behind Yang Kai with a surprised expression.
"Have an opinion?" One of the people who seemed to be dying coldly snorted, and a huge consciousness suddenly swept out.
Feeling the power contained in this divine sense, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou's expressions changed drastically, and only then did they realize that these two dying guys are not mediocre at all.
This extraordinary spiritual sense alone was enough to wipe out the small forces in the entire Beicheng District.
He quickly reduced his expression and waved his hands in a panic, "Dare not!"
"Go!" Yang Kai waved his hand.
Without seeing any movement of the two iron tower-like men behind him, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou were wrapped in a force and disappeared into the hall in an instant, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.
After Qu Gaoyi and Ying Jiu disappeared, Yang Kai smiled slightly.
It has been five days since getting the two of them to follow.
The two blood servants were seriously injured and they should be treated on the bed, but Yang Kai turned a deaf ear to their physical conditions, as if wishing them to die sooner, and took them wherever they went.
In these five days, Yang Kai hadn't talked to them a word, and never gave them any instructions.
But what made Yang Kai gratified was that he didn't feel the slightest impatience from the expressions of Qu Gaoyi and Ying Jiu, and he didn't mean to be unwilling at all.
Now they can display less than 30% of their strength at the peak. But there is no big problem with the small forces that are going to sweep the middle capital.
There was no time, Yang Kai originally wanted Pang Chi and Mu Nandou to slowly cannibalize those small forces that could move, but the battle to seize the protagonist was about to begin, and he couldn't wait so much.
In desperation, the two blood servants were dispatched to let them help.
Standing up, Yang Kaichong waited on the other Zhujiegang high-level and said, "Take me to your warehouse."
"Yes!"
The Bamboo Jie Gang had eaten up two small forces, and at the request of Yang Kai, they bought a lot of materials for alchemy. Now they are all stored in the warehouse.
Yang Kai walked inside and walked out again. There were a lot of good things in the black book space.
Counting the large amount of materials sent by Yang Zhen from the Elder Hall five days ago. Today, Yang Kai's storage is small.
The efficiency of the Hall of the Elders is quite high. On that day, Yang Kai only said that he would exchange all his remaining credits into materials, and that night things were done.
Looking at the rich material of the two carriages. Both Yang Kai and the second elder in the family were taken aback.
Those materials are all good things above the sky level, and even one tenth of them is of the mysterious level, and the pill refining tools account for half of them!
Fortunately, the Yang family has a strong background, otherwise they would not be able to produce so many materials.
Yang Yingfeng didn't expect that after Yang Kai had exchanged the two blood servants as his servants, there would be such a huge amount of credit left.
Yang Kai didn't expect it himself.
The father and son stayed for a while before regaining their senses, and now these things are all placed in the black book space.
"Let Pang Chi continue to collect materials, and if you have enough, send me to the Battle City." Yang Kai exclaimed, and strode away with both hands on his back.
Battle City! It was a city specially built by the Yang family for the battle to seize the concubine. The distance is no more than a hundred miles away.
"Yes!" the high-ranking member of the Bamboo Gang replied in a deep voice.
After Yang Kai left, he suddenly felt a little confused. Why did this young man walk around in the warehouse and come out? It seems that I didn't take anything.
Looking inwardly with the probe, the man was so frightened that his soul and guts were split.
The materials originally placed in the warehouse. At this moment, all of them are missing.
This... How can this be so good... Three days later, the Yang family offered sacrifices to the rooftop.
A majestic building was erected, the ground was level and level, already covered with a red soft blanket, the sacrificial platform was majestic and magnificent, and two huge stone pillars went straight into the sky. On the stone pillars are carved various patterns of the dragon soaring and the phoenix on the nine days, which are lifelike.
Thousands of miles were cloudless, the blue sky was like washing, and the wind howled, blowing the blood-red flag of the Yang family, and hunting.
Nearly a thousand Yang family martial artists, dressed in uniform black costumes, gathered around the huge altar.
Thousands of people, breathing uniformly, the same breath, one breath and one breath, seem to be able to scroll the world.
Directly below the altar, the eight direct descendants of the younger generation of the Yang family who had already bathed and changed their clothes were meticulous, standing bowed in the order of their age, looking up at the direction of the altar.
There was a struggling voice: "The Qiu Family Patriarch, Qiu Shoucheng, is here!"
"Ye Kuangren, the master of the Ye family, is here!"
"Meng Xiping, the head of the Meng family, is here!"
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The battle for the Yang family to seize the protagonist took place in decades. It was almost the largest and most lively event in the capital city. The other seven members of the capital city would naturally not be scornful, and all of them were brought to the scene by the head of the family.
Some of the Yang family’s children led these guests to the arranged positions, sat down and waited for tea.
Half an hour before and after, all the Patriarchs of the Seven Great Family arrived.
A blue light flashed, and Yang Yinghao, the Patriarch of the Yang Family, appeared on the rooftop with several elders who had already reached the supernatural power.
As soon as the host appeared, Qiu Shoucheng and others stood up, clasped fists and saluted.
Yang Yinghao returned the ceremony and shouted loudly: "Today is the day of my Yang family's sacrifice to heaven and ancestors. Thank you all for coming to join us. Please sit down!"
Qiu Shoucheng, Madman Ye, and Meng Xiping nodded slightly, their eyes shining brightly, and they fell back to their seats.
Yang Kai's gaze was fixed on Yang Yinghao. This person should be his uncle, based on seniority. Compared with Si Ye Yang, his real age is probably only a dozen years older.
But now, Yang Yinghao looks gray-haired, as if he is in his twilight years, and there are even deep wrinkles on his face.
Before Cangyunxiedi's decisive battle, he was not like this. At that time, he was also in middle age. Although he was not young, he was not so old.
The reason is just because he was injured by the ghost king of the ghost and the king of extinction poison in the decisive battle of Cangyun Xiedi. After returning to the family, he used the Yang family's life and death reincarnation tactics, with his own life span of 30 years. Get rid of your own injuries.
The position of the Yang Family Patriarch is very important, so even knowing that thirty years of life is too costly. Yang Yinghao also had to make sure that he was intact.
This is not the sequelae of simple trauma, but the most direct life separation.
Yang Yinghao looked extremely old.
It was because he didn't know how long he could live. That's why he was so anxious to recall all the Yang family's direct descendants to start the battle to seize the direct descendants.
Yang Zhao and Yang Kang looked at their father, feeling sad.
Yang Yinghao looked indifferent, and briefly described the rules in the battle of the conqueror.
There are no rules. The Yang family will only provide blood servants to the descendants of the descendants, and the blood servants are subject to considerable constraints in the battle to seize the descendants. In addition, the Yang family will not provide them to the descendants of the descendants. Any direct help.
Whether it's an open spear or a scheming trick, who can have the last laugh. Who is the victor in the battle to seize the protagonist
"Did you write it down?" Yang Yinghao asked, looking at the eight people standing below, and everyone nodded.
"Then sacrifice to heaven and ancestors!" Yang Yinghao waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice.
Various matters have already been prepared, in front of the solemn ritual platform. The incense burner curled up, and a hard-to-see Tier 6 monster was lifted up. Yang Yinghao shot it to death, and the blood poured down on the rooftop.
Sacrifice the sky with blood, and sacrifice the ancestor with the beast!
The ceremony was very cumbersome, and the eight younger generations of the Yang family were guided by Yang Yinghao. Complete your tasks meticulously.
During this whole process, the powerhouses of the Seven Great Faculty members are also shining brightly, secretly observing the performance of the eight members, observing whether the allies chosen by their sons and daughters are suitable, and observing whether the enemy is strong.
Finally, after paying homage to the ancestors of the Yang family, the whole ceremony was finally completed.
"If you go here, either you will die or I will die, so you can do it for yourself!" Yang Yinghao urged in a deep voice, waving his hand and shouting: "Go!"
Eight horses of extremely handsome Treading Clouds came whizzing and stopped in front of the eight people. The eight young disciples of the Yang family each turned on their mounts.
The wind stopped, the atmosphere in the air suddenly seemed a bit stagnant, and even the breathing of a thousand people suddenly stopped.
The eight people glanced at each other, and they all smiled slightly.
Even if it's siblings, it's the enemy if it's out of Zhongdu! I will not be merciful.
Me too…
"Big Brother, let's go first!" Yang Wei said solemnly, and when his words fell, Ta Yunju had already galloped away.
"Keep up!" Yang Zhao chuckled lightly.
Eight horses riding on the clouds galloped on the dedicated passage of the Yang family, rushing to scramble for dust and smoke all the way.
"Old man, go and see the excitement!" Kang Rui, the head of the Kang family, gave a chuckle, waved his hand, and the pure true essence wrapped up his entourage and disappeared like a lightning.
"Go together, go together!" Gao Mo, the head of the Gao family, followed him away.
"Old man go too!" Kang Zheng, the head of the Kang family, was unwilling to show weakness.
In an instant, the members of the Seven Great Family walked away cleanly, and all disappeared.
"I don't know how to etiquette!" Yang Yinghao snorted coldly, blaming these old guys for not saying hello to themselves when they left.
Along the way, eight cloud-walking horses rushed wildly, and seven groups of people flew in the sky, but in a moment, they had already left the main south gate.
Outside the Zhengnan Gate, it seems to be more lively than the Yang Family Sacrificial Terrace. Countless forces, large and small, are all looking forward to it. They know that today is the day when the battle to seize the concubine will begin. Naturally, they are waiting here early. The Young Master Yang, who he followed, drove to the battle city together.
Outside the Zhengnan Gate, there was a dense cluster of human heads, and even several miles away, there were still people secretly observing.
"Which young man are you Changyanggu going to follow this time?" Someone acquainted with each other began to say hello.
"Of course it is Sixth Young Master Yang Shen."
"Don't go, you will definitely lose, join us in Feiyun Village, follow the second son Yang Zhao, the second son has much more potential than the sixth son."
"real or fake?"
"Naturally it is true, come and come, let me tell you, I know a lot of inside information." The two hooked their shoulders and whispered.
The third-class small forces such as Changyang Valley and Feiyunzhuang had no way to get any friendship with the Yang family's direct line. Before the battle to seize the direct line, they had no chance to see the son of the Yang family, so they could only wait here. They don't even know the doorway inside. Most of them look at which young man will follow which one at a glance, or listen to the invitation of friends and follow them together. (To be continued)