"Remember to keep the soul~ Otherwise, the fate cards of the two of them in the soul clan will be broken, and my sister doesn't want to bother about these trivial things~"

Kuang San nodded, "I will erase their minds and send them to... Sister Sujin."

The piercing eyes softened in an instant, and Gu Sujin stuffed Kuangsan with a bunch of good things, presumably they were all taken from the clan treasury, and she didn't feel bad about using them.

Putting the gift into the receiving ring, Kuang San saluted, "Then, Mo'er will take my leave first."

The figure disappeared into the hall without a sound, and even Gu Yuan admired the strange movement.

Gu Sujin glanced sideways at the old guy beside her who was in a good mood, "She won't become Dou Di, just like me."

The smile on Gu Yuan's face stiffened. Gu Sujin stood up and said in the tone of an elder encouraging a younger generation: "There is a long way to go. It seems that Xiao Yuan is the first fighting emperor of the ancient clan after thousands of years."

The black figure also disappeared strangely, leaving Gu Yuan alone in the meeting hall.

"Oh~"

Between the ethnic group and his daughter, he will definitely choose to put the ethnic group first.

San'er's heaven-defying talent was the first time he had seen it in thousands of years, even his half-emperor ancestor was not so amazing back then.

Breakthrough from Nine Rank Dou Zun to Three Star Dou Sheng! Although the breath is a little impetuous, but the combat power of the saint level cannot be faked!

Afterwards, with the addition of the colorful family pattern, San'er can truly occupy a place in the Dou Qi Continent!

Among the young people of this generation, San'er is the best, right? The only regret is that the third son is a female. Gu Yuan thought, quite a pity.

It is possible for the clan to have three emperors stand side by side and return to the ancient prosperous age, but the ancestor and San'er have to go outside the territory to break through the "Emperor Fighting" realm through other means.

There is no bloodline bonus, but they will attract the source of the emperor.

He can also become an emperor!

After that, King Heiyu had been cultivating for many years, and he reckoned that he also had the hope of becoming an emperor. As long as the blood of the Spirit Race is snatched, everything will develop in a good place. isn't it?

With his eyes closed, his body was leaning against the head of the meeting hall...

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Challenger, Ye Jian!

...The winner, Gu Yinghao!

There is no light in the eyes of the young man in white, and the best sword in the clan has been broken in two.

Walking off the ring in a daze, what is this? Defeat the top ten figures of the younger generation of the ancient lineage?

Thinking back to how high-spirited he was at the beginning, unexpectedly...unexpectedly, he couldn't even beat the tenth place in the side branch! Even if he couldn't survive ten moves, he was defeated.

"That...Ye Jian, long time no see!"

The young man holding the broken sword looked up and said in surprise, "Yiyi?!"

Lin Yiyi nodded hurriedly, "You are so injured, quickly eat this elixir refined by the Red Empress Grandmaster!"

The eighth-grade healing elixir was placed in the palm of the little girl, and many people looked towards this side and whispered.

Ye Jian's face sank suddenly, and he left in the opposite direction to Lin Yiyi.

His childhood sweetheart had an aura of at least the level of a venerable, much stronger than him! Whether it's demonstrations or pity, he doesn't want to bear it.

He walked away quickly, leaving only Lin Yiyi shouting a few times, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Just about to go forward, Xun'er pulled her back.

Seeing the girl in Tsing Yi shaking her head, Lin Yiyi's mood fluctuated violently, and the eighth-grade pill was crushed abruptly!

"how so......"

"Next, Ancient Fey!"

...... "Eight-Rank Bloodline! Next!"

"wait!"

Elder Tongxuan frowned, patiently waiting for this trouble-seeking young man to finish speaking, he just wanted to find someone to compete with.

"Gu Mo'er! Come up quickly! Gu Mo'er, where are you?! Don't you dare..."

The ancient demon yelled stupidly for a long time on the top, Elder Tongxuan coughed, and said via voice transmission: "Miss Mo'er is in seclusion, I'm afraid I can't accept your challenge."

The ancient demon's face darkened, and he silently glanced at Elder Tongxuan, and had no choice but to respectfully take his leave and leave.

‘You know that Gu Mo’er is not here, why don’t you tell me in advance? The bloody old thing! It's been so long for labor and management to lose face in vain! '

Gu Yao was cursing in her heart, but suddenly heard Elder Tongxuan calling out the next person's name.

"Next, Gu Mo'er!"

Looking around for a week, "After thirty breaths, it will be regarded as giving up automatically."

There was silence in the field, who is Gu Mo'er? I believe that there are not many people present who don't know.

The current generation of the Black Annihilation Army is the second female Dadutong in the Black Annihilation Army for thousands of years. The story of wrestling with the elders' house has long been spread in the clan, and some children of the ancient race have also heard a thing or two.

It is said that she is the number one person of the younger generation of the ancient clan, and young talents like Gu Qingyang are willing to be ranked behind.

It is said that she is the goddess of the ancient race, which can be seen from the younger sister who is also a twin.

It is heard from the gossip that Gu Mo'er has a divine bloodline, and is very likely to take away the only seven-colored clan pattern of the ancient clan for thousands of years.

But the coming-of-age ceremony in the clan didn't come! This surprised everyone. No matter how arrogant that Gu Mo'er is, she won't give up her clan pattern, right? Could it be that she is in labor? Otherwise, how could you give up this grand ceremony?

Since the news spread, in only a few dozen breaths, there have been so many versions that it is dazzling.

Sitting on the high platform, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yixian frowned at the same time, looking down at Xun'er who was like an independent green lotus.

Gu Mo'er... Nothing really happened to her, right?

"Okay!" The voice contained semi-holy power, suppressing the chaotic voices present.

There was no sound.

"Gu Mo'er automatically releases..."

"Tap~"

A space crack opened in the middle of the arena, and Gu Mo'er, who was dressed in a silver robe from the direct descendants, stepped out of it. With her good luck, she attracted everyone's attention from the moment she appeared on the stage!

No matter whether it was a hundred-year-old upgraded Dou Zun, or a young talent of various races who were dozens of years old, they all flashed surprise in their eyes.

In terms of temperament alone, this Gu Mo'er is slightly higher than her twin sister!

Even some strong men who love Longyang consider the possibility of inheriting their families!

"Mo'er is in a hurry, I hope Elder Tong Xuan understands."

Before Elder Tongxuan could speak, the children of the rich clan who were affected by luck and Kuang San's own charm all spoke for Gu Mo'er.

Elder Tongxuan's pupils constricted for a while before returning to normal.

If others can't detect the saint-level aura on Gu Mo'er, how can he not perceive it?

The corner of his mouth smiled for the first time, and he was more respectful than other clansmen.

Hold the astrolabe with both hands and let it hang in the air.

"Miss Mo'er, please!"

Kuang San nodded, and lightly tapped the tip of his right finger on it, the stars on the astrolabe quickly lit up like a bamboo!

The commotion in the audience hadn't stopped yet, and all the stars on the astrolabe were lit up in one go!

The people in the audience were dumbfounded.

Which of the direct descendants of the ancient clan who came to power before did not use their strength? Even Gu Qingyang's ninth-rank bloodline was sweating, and he managed to break through with a lot of hard work.

This ancient Mo'er is as relaxed and freehand as drinking water...

Could it be that the astrolabe is broken?

Before they could continue to doubt, Elder Tongxuan, who had known the result for a long time, announced loudly: "Gu Mo'er, divine bloodline! The seven-colored Celestial Emperor's brush is used to condense the seven-colored clan pattern!"

Even though he knew the result a long time ago, Elder Tongxuan was still very excited.

This is the first time for him to print and draw colorful clan patterns for his clansmen!

Gu Mo'er is the first owner of a god-grade bloodline in the history of the ancient clan for thousands of years! What's more, she broke through the shackles of the semi-saint and reached the realm of fighting saints that he dreamed of!

The palms trembled slightly, and he took a few breaths to relieve it.

Respectfully holding the seven-color Tiandi brush, the fighting spirit in the body was aroused to the extreme, just when he was about to paint the seven-color clan pattern on Gu Mo'er's forehead...

"Buzz!—"

The Emperor Altar not far away was shining brightly, and an ancient and powerful aura swept over.

Covered by dark clouds, it faintly condensed into a huge phantom as high as thousands of feet.

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