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Chapter 214

214 The Man of Great Luck or the Son of Luck? Slow (Subscribe)

The portrait of the ancient city of Wu’an can be said to be the most powerful branch among the many branches of the portrait, and has passed many powerful characters.

Even some ancient Taoist traditions are slightly inferior in front of them.

In the past, portraits held family competitions, and this vein of Wu’an Ancient City often swept many ranks, overwhelming the rest of the collateral.

The two young men fighting on the ancient battlefield are both from the portrait of the ancient city of Wu’an.

It stands to reason that such a thing is unlikely to happen, after all, they all come from the same branch, and it is impossible to fight internally for this.

In the end, neither of them chose to do so, and they went straight to the ancient battlefield to decide their lives.

Although the other collateral ethnic groups are naturally happy to see this scene, they are also quite curious at the same time.

This is in front of the elders of the main clan, if it is not a big deal of hatred and grievance, it can be put aside and resolved in private.

If you do this, it will make people feel that the portrait of the ancient city of Wu’an is not bad, and it will affect the impression of the main clan.

“This painting dust…”

The portrait owner of the ancient city of Wu’an had a gloomy face, but he still forcibly endured it.

A few elders who followed him offered worship, and they all persuaded in a low voice, worried that he would act diligently and inappropriately in this place and affect the influence of the main clan.

This is related to the development of the portrait of the ancient city of Wu’an in the following years and even thousands of years.

“Gai Chen really doesn’t know how to praise him. When he was in the clan, the eldest son asked him many times. As a result, not only did he not appreciate it, he also felt that the eldest son was humiliating him.”

“Five Ninety Seven”

“In my opinion, he just can’t swallow the breath in his heart…”

“I don’t know how such a guy got to this point.

“His luck really makes me jealous.”

The rest of the young disciples in Wu’an Ancient City, who had already ended the competition, were also talking in a low voice at this moment.

He is well aware of the grievances between Gai Chen and Gai Yifan, the eldest painter of the ancient city of Wu’an.

Huachen came from Qingfeng Town, and is only a branch of many branches of Wu’an ancient city portraits. Naturally, his identity is far from comparable to that of the eldest son, Huayifan.

The grievances between the two came from Dong Zuo’s parents.

During the trip to the secret realm of the ancient city of Wu’an a few years ago, because of the fight for a precious secret grass, he had a conflict with the eldest son Huang Yifan and others.

As a result, many of Huang Chen’s fathers were severely injured, including his father, whose cultivation base was almost crippled and turned into a crippled person.

Although the ancient city of Wu’an gave compensation afterwards, Huachen did not accept it, and sought justice from the ancient city of Wu’an several times.

However, the ancient city of Wu’an did not punish Hua Yifan on the grounds of the rules, and the painting was not reconciled, so Qiong and Lei Yifan forged a relationship.

And speaking of painting dust, this is also an amazing guy.

He was obviously a small person in Qingfeng Town, and his background talent was unremarkable, but he was able to reach the point where he could fight against the eldest son of the ancient city of Wu’an, and even came to the main clan at one point.

If there is no grievance between the two, it is estimated that this will surprise everyone in Wu’an Ancient City for a long time.

However, the grievances between Huachen and Huang Yifan have reached the point where they cannot be resolved.

In this regard, everyone in Wuwang Ancient City felt helpless and troubled.

This time on the ancient battlefield, no matter what the result is, it is a loss to the ancient city of Wu’an.

Now some clan elders are also looking over, and from the conversations of those clan people, they have learned some things have happened, and they are surprised.

In the ancient hall, there are also many guests who are paying attention to this scene.

Zhou Chanxuan was also looking at the ancient battlefield, her pale golden pupils seemed to be radiating with brilliance, looking at something.

“Child of luck?

“Or a man of great luck?”

Huang Minghan felt a little surprised, but it was actually this.

He didn’t pay much attention to this painting dust at first, and only learned some facts from the conversations of the surrounding clansmen.

After looking at it carefully, he found that the luck on his body was indeed not low, but whether it was the son of luck or not, we had to say something else.

After all, there are many people with great luck in this world.

It doesn’t mean that the body is rich in luck, it is the real son of luck.

On the other hand, it should not be surprising that some children of luck will be born under such a behemoth as a portrait.

And just when Hua Minghan was thinking.

The painting seat on the ancient battlefield and Gai Yifan have already fought together, and the two do not have too much nonsense.

Although it was just a clan competition, the two were obviously so angry that they wanted to kill each other.

“Since you want to ask, then I will fulfill you.”

Huang Yifan looks quite handsome, but his eyes are a little gloomy. He has evolved many Taoist methods, and a series of divine lights have constructed various ancient techniques in the void, turning them into swords, spears, swords, and halberds, all rushing to kill painting dust.

This is a powerful killing technique. It can absorb the power of the surrounding and kill many opponents.

“I want to see who died today.”

Although Hua Chen looks younger and a little smaller, his moves are equally fierce, turning his fists around and opening the room.

The crying wind ripped apart the void, like a violent beast with terrifying power, crushing it away.

boom!!!

The two fought a number of moves, the void was turbulent, and the ancient battlefield was surrounded by terrifying haze, making them extremely blurry, like a young god of war standing there.

The place became blurry and chaotic, and their figures became more and more hazy, so close that many of their peers could not see clearly.

The rune disappeared, Gai Chen let out a low cry, and thunder fell from the palm of his hand, evolving into a purple-headed Thunder Dragon, fluttering at the painting and painting, lifelike, and it was as if it had come alive.

The terrifying dragon roar shook the entire ancient battlefield, flying sand and rocks, and the ruins would burst, which seemed unbearable.

There is a faint burst of Chaos Qi, and the power is amazing.

The people watching the battle from the outside world, whether it was the main clan or the collateral lineage, were deeply shocked.

Why is this “style” like the legacy of Leizu that has been lost for a long time?”

An old portrait clan frowned and couldn’t help guessing.

Lei Zu is a very ancient character, it is said that he was born from Tianlei, and took charge of Thunder Punishment.

For all kinds of Thunder Dao supernatural powers, it is like a natural, daunting, and is honored by the world as Lei Zu.

The rest of the people in Wu’an Ancient City, who had never seen Huachen perform this technique, were shocked, and felt that they were comparable to their unique skills.

Huang Yifan was also shocked in his heart, and his figure quickly evaded backwards.

At the same time, he evolved an ancient technique, and the surroundings became blurred, as if pieces of tombstones appeared, and the whole world was reduced to a burial ground where all living beings could be buried.

These tombstones emerged from the void, and then fell towards the painting dust town, to imprison him in it.

“Ancient Sutra of Burial.”

The rest of the clansmen beside the portraits couldn’t help but exclaimed diligently.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely terrifying ancient scripture. From its name, it can be seen that the creator contains a great determination and is known as a burial.

It’s just that after this style was displayed, Huachen snorted as he had expected, and the thunder light of all difficulties emerged, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into a real Thunder Dragon.

Surrounded by a dense purple ocean, that is the sea of ​​thunder, filled with the entire sky, falling down, suffocating and trembling.

Boom!!!

There was a big explosion in this place, like a small meteor exploded, and the terrifying power was shocking.

Many of the clansmen in the pavilions in the distance stood up in shock.

In contrast, the fights that took place on the other ancient battlefields were far less astonishing than this one.

“This turned out to be two Fanfan people…”

Many geniuses of the main clan were shocked, and with pressure, perhaps they were not necessarily the opponents of these two.

After this blow, Hua Ku and Huang Yifan did not separate, and continued to fight, slamming their hands one after another, leaving no chance for each other.

Huang Yifan’s eyes were gloomy. Originally, he planned to become famous in this clan, but he deliberately left a lot of trump cards.

As a result, after meeting Dong Zuo, he had to display it in advance, otherwise he might not necessarily be this guy’s opponent.

“Aah, Huachen, my cultivation base is higher than yours. If it is long-lasting, you will definitely not be able to match me. When your mana is exhausted, it is the time for this victory to be decided.”

He opened his mouth deliberately, with a sneer and contempt, overlooking the painting dust there.

“Stop talking nonsense, until the last minute, who knows the result?

Dong Zuo just answered coldly, his calm and determined face did not change in the slightest.

In the time of talking, the two fought dozens of moves, and the moves were fierce…

But at this time, people with discerning eyes also looked at the hook, Huachen’s cultivation was not as good as Hua Yifan’s, and his mana was obviously unable to keep up.

On the other hand, Huang Yifan, although a little tired, did not affect his strength in the slightest.

This is the embodiment of cultivation being deeper than painting dust.

“It seems that the result of this battle is coming to an end, and Hua Chen’s cultivation is obviously not as good as that of the eldest son, if he continues, he will only lose.

“However, Dong Zuo is not bad either, on the premise that his cultivation is not as good as that of the eldest son, he can still fight to this extent.

Many clansmen in Wu’an Ancient City couldn’t help but talk about it, feeling that the overall situation was settled.

Several elders breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yi Fan won.”

The owner of the ancient city of Wu’an also showed a smile on his originally gloomy face. As long as the result was good, it would not be a problem.

In the ancient hall, many clan elders who were closely watching this battle showed their interest.

“This ancient city of Wu’an has two good seedlings this year…”

“Although it’s down on the knees, it’s already very good to know this step when the cultivation base is far inferior to the other party’s.”

They didn’t care about the grudge between Huachen and Gai Yifan.

In their eyes, only the interests of the family should be placed first, whether it is Lei Yifan or Huachen, as long as they are cultivated, they will surely become great things in the future.

This is one of the reasons why the race is held.

In addition to the elders of the clan, including many guests and clansmen, those who are paying attention to this battle also feel that it is almost time to end.

Dong Zuo was obviously exhausted, and his subsequent mana couldn’t keep up, which was obviously a problem of insufficient cultivation.

sigh!!!!

On the ancient battlefield, the two fought each other again, and finally Lei Chen turned pale, was hit in the chest, and flew out of the hook, spitting blood, and crashed into the ruins behind.

His face was pale, and he was swaying to stand up, his eyes were extremely cold.

“Haha, Director Director up to now, what other last words do you want to say?

Huang Yifan sneered, with contempt in his eyes, falling from the sky, overlooking the painting dust, the overall situation has been set and cannot be changed.

Although this battle was a bit difficult, in the end it was he who had a slightly higher cultivation base and won.

Although it is above the clan ratio, it is not good to kill the same clan according to reason, but there is no such rule to say that you can’t kill.

Many clansmen who watched this battle couldn’t help sighing regret and shook their heads. Naturally, they couldn’t say anything to stop them.

The rules are in the first place, and anyone who obstructs these is a violation of the rules.

There are many high-level portraits in the ancient hall, and their brows are also wrinkled. Obviously, he did not expect that Hua Yifan really planned to kill Dong Zuo.

2.3 In the ancient battlefield, Gai wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and ignored Gai Yifan’s mockery.

Just deep in the eyes, there seems to be a meter flickering.

His cultivation is indeed inferior to that of Hua Yifan. This is a problem that everyone can see, but Hua Yifan seems to be arrogant and despise himself for this…

And this is what Huachen wants.

boom!!!

The next moment, Huang Yifan’s eyes showed coldness, his figure fell down, golden light filled the air, and a palm shot towards Huachen.

The terrifying power spread hook, like a seal of heaven and earth, making everyone’s expressions change greatly.

This guy just continued to have reservations, and the contempt and mockery he showed were just disguise, just for this blow!

slow.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the ancient battlefield.

The many portraits of the elders in the ancient temple were all stunned, and then looked at the place where the painting Minghan sat cross-legged.

The others have disappeared and are not in the hall.

“Young Master Minghan?”

The rest of the guests in the hall also watched this scene in amazement.

A slender figure in a simple blue silk clothes appeared in the ancient battlefield.

He just opened his mouth at will, as if suppressing the whole world and seemed unable to move.

Huang Yifan’s terrifying palm dissipated directly into the air, and the entire figure seemed to be fixed there, imprisoned by the space.

His eyes widened, filled with shock and astonishment, and he felt that his mind was filled with endless fear and insignificance.

As if the other party needs a thought, it can obliterate his roughness thousands of times,