Three days later, Shang Pixiu Department.Ω Biqu "Pavilion"

The patriarch, Shang Qi, is sitting upright, with four seats lined up next to him. They are the four elders of the Pixiu tribe. Behind Shang Qi is an ancient flag. This flag exudes the rich atmosphere of the earth, and in the middle is a black and white Pixiu.

Become yin and yang.

The flags were flying fiercely in the wind, and a black and white aura surrounded the entire venue, making the competition venue as quiet as ever.

Shang Wei glanced at the banner, his eyes a little bright.

More than 300 men, women, and children from the tribe have gathered around the competition venue, bustling, bustling, and discussing. The guardian of the flag is of great significance to the tribe. Not only can he personally obtain the true inheritance and practice of the magic weapon Pixiu Banner, but he is also the guardian of the future tribe.

A favorable candidate for the clan leader; originally everyone thought that there was no problem for Shang Yangjun to stand out. After all, this talented girl has understood martial arts since she was two years old, read various martial arts scriptures, and then fought life and death, killing countless ferocious beasts.

, in his youth, he became a leader among the younger generation of the twelve tribes of the Wild Beasts, without even a single defeat.

If Mr. Shang Yang can obtain the Pixiu Banner for cultivation, he will undoubtedly be qualified to enter the Alchemy Way and enter the realm of the Golden Alchemy and Bagua.

Everyone in the entire tribe hopes that the girl can win the championship.

Compared with the aura of Shang Yangjun, Shang Xuan is a bit unworthy of mention. He was brought back from a wolf den by a member of the tribe during hunting. Later, Shang Xuan's adoptive father was eaten by a beast during a hunting trip.

, he was alone. Since Shang Xuan could never practice Qi and enter the "Martial Arts", he was gradually treated as an object of bullying and ridicule by the village.

For such a person to suddenly come back and become the final contender for the flag, everyone was a little unconvinced.

Having said that, sometimes it was terrifying when Shang Xuan was angered and went crazy. His pupils were blood red, like a mad wolf, so monks at the fourth or fifth level of Qi training did not dare to approach.

"Mr. Yang, you have to be careful. This Shang Xuan has the blood of a ferocious wolf in his body. He is very ferocious. Don't show mercy." Shang Yangjun's mother muttered to herself as she helped her daughter arrange the hairpin.

"Mother, don't listen to the nonsense of other people in the tribe. Shang Xuan doesn't have wolf blood." Shang Yangjun defended.

Her mother didn't listen to her. She had lived in the wilderness for a long time. This woman knew the dangers of the wilderness. "If he didn't have wolf blood, how could he suddenly defeat Ci'er? Everyone said that Shang Xuan didn't get some adventure, but maybe it was the blood inside his body.

The bloodline of the great witch has awakened, so he can block the second-level magical power with his body." The woman looked frightened. The great witch was the most terrifying clan in the prehistoric world. It is said that they were derived from the blood of Pangu. They were born with infinite strength and could lift ten thousand kilograms of divine cauldron.

, control various ferocious beasts.

The great witch clan does not practice Qi, blood, bones, flesh, marrow, or body hair. In short, once they go crazy, their magical powers will not be able to do anything about it.

"The Great Witch Clan lives in the Northern Wilderness, hundreds of millions of kilometers away from us. Moreover, five hundred years ago, the Great Witch invaded Middle-earth. The Lord of the Kingdom of Middle-earth sent an army of five emperors to annihilate the Great Witch Clan. All the Seven Ancestors were killed and injured. Early in the Great Desolation,

There is no trace of the great witch." Mr. Shang Yang felt that his mother's worries were unfounded.

"It's hard to say. Now that the List of Conferred Gods has been opened, countless names of gods have begun to be conceived and born. It is rumored that the Great Witch Demon Chi You is about to be born. Hey, this wolf boy may have achieved his current level of cultivation because of the changes in the List of Conferred Gods."

"Daughter, you must not be merciful. If you lose, what will you do with your practice in the future?"

Shang Yangjun shook his head, not wanting to listen to his mother anymore.

Just as he was talking, there was a noise from the crowd. When everyone looked at him, a young man in linen clothes appeared from the entrance of the village and slowly walked towards here.

His steps are easy, and he can span several feet in one step, shrinking the ground into an inch.

"Why is this wolf boy coming back?" Shang Yangjun's mother didn't have much favorable impressions of Shang Xuan. In her heart, she always regarded Shang Ci as her future son-in-law. Seeing that Shang Xuan hurt him so badly, she felt the same in her heart.

A bit disgusting.

As the merchant and beggar stood up, the whole square immediately became silent.

"Shang Yangjun!"

"Shang Xuan!!"

"The disciple is here!!"

The two of them took a step forward in unison.

"Since the king passed down the Pixiu flag to the tribe to guard the wild beasts for three thousand years, now King Shang has summoned the beasts without borders again. This time, the winner of the flag must protect the flag and escort it to the court. Can you hear the song clearly?"

"Disciple understands."

The merchant turned around and began to perform the flag-waving ceremony. The warriors next to him beat the animal skin drums with all their strength. These drums were made of the third-order colorful flaming skin, and the drum stick was a thigh bone of a ferocious beast, which was beaten on the eardrum.

There was a deafening roar, like a tiger roaring in the forest. Every time it was struck, a line of flames burst out from the drum, and the sound of the drum was extremely fiery.

With unchanging solemnity, the Pixiu people knelt down, facing the east of the Yin and Shang Kingdom, worshiped, and murmured words.

…

"What are they doing?" On the big tree, Sun Wukong couldn't understand what they were doing, but he noticed that there was a faint aura about the flag.

"The twelve tribes of the Wild Beasts all belong to the Yin and Shang Dynasties, and the banners and flags of each tribe are given by the king of the Yin and Shang Kingdom. This banner and flag must be worshiped in the Yin and Shang Kingdom." The exquisite white ape knows all the trivial matters of the Wild Beasts.

Very thorough.

"Is this flag so powerful?" Qi Qi tilted her head.

"Of course, when the great witch clan invaded five hundred years ago, they relied on the Banner of the Borderless Beasts to protect the Yin Shang territory and made great contributions."

"Um."

…

After a ceremony, Shangqi officially announced the start: "There is only one rule: no magic weapons are allowed, and no fatal blows are allowed. Those who are unable to fight anymore lose!"

"As commanded."

The drums stopped and the wind calmed down.

In the heaven and earth, even the breath has disappeared.

The two of them looked at each other like two peaks facing each other.

"In three days, your aura has become even more refined." Shang Yangjun felt the changes in Qi Lin's true energy.

"Yes, I have practiced the first level of heaven again in the past three days." Qi Lin smiled. With Sun Wukong's divine power contract, the realm of Qi training is already very easy for him. As long as he is given some more time, the monk's

He was able to easily break through the first extremely difficult stage of 'Nine Levels of Qi Training'.

This is the power of the god's name under the list of gods.

No wonder he became the master of the prehistoric world!

"Shang Xuan, don't get carried away. I can't believe that you can reach the first level in just three days."

"Humph, bragging, sister Yangjun, don't believe him, he is a liar."

"Sister, teach him a lesson and make him think he is right."

The disciples below began to cheer for the first woman of the tribe, and almost no one stood on Qi Lin's side.

Their momentum was overwhelming and overwhelming.

Shang Qi didn't stop him and just watched quietly, "Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows. The young man on the stage was calmer than he thought. He looked like someone who had experienced vicissitudes of life. These mocking words only added to the laughter.

"Sister, please." Qi Lin gave a friendly gesture.

I don’t know if he was infected by Qi Lin’s calmness, but Shang Yangjun was also cautious. The girl walked with broken steps, and the two of them circled the field, like two wild beasts, waiting for the opportunity to hunt.

Shang Yangjun slowly circulated the zhenqi in her body, and the ancient zhenqi flowed through her body, from weak to strong.

Just when Qi Lin stepped forward, the girl finally took action.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, the ground cracked, and suddenly, a Pixiu roared. Qi Lin was so shocked by this momentum that his eyes were blurred. The girl ignored the distance of thirty meters and shrunk to the ground like an inch. She came in front of her, her fingers clasped tightly

And, like a big knife coming.

This is the most common form of the Pixiu Tribe, the Big Splitting Palm.

Pixiu's Roar and Pixiu's Big Splitting Palm are a very fixed routine in tribal drills. Using the power of the roar, the opponent will be stunned and confused, and then use this neutral position to attack in front of him, which is enough to defeat him instantly.

But the girl's Qi is terrifyingly powerful. She has practiced to the point where she is about to reach the seventh level of Qi training in the Tiangang Meridian. Her routines are more sophisticated and terrifying than others.

The distance of thirty meters is not reached by a quick dash, nor by grabbing it in one step. Under the girl's carefully practiced footwork, the distance shrinks to an inch, disappears in an instant, and there is almost no distance.

This attack is more deadly.

"Take the move!!!"

Qi Lin was calm and collected, and he could tell at the first glance how powerful Shang Yangjun's big splitting move was.

Enough to break gold and jade.

Qi Lin circulated two yin and two yang, and the five levels of true energy turned into seven levels. Facing this blow, he moved his left hand horizontally, turned it outwards, and met with a big chopping palm without any tricks. The two of them slashed at each other with their palms.

, the bones of the hand made a crisp crackling sound, which chilled the hearts of those who heard it.

The battle between the big chopping palm and chopping depends on the cultivation, will and courage of the two people. Whoever can't bear it first may lose.

The palm knives were like two big knives slashing at each other. Gradually, blood flowed from the palms, but neither Qi Lin nor Shang Yangjun flinched. They were like crazy, and the Qi from the Seventh Heaven struck the square with an extremely harsh sound.

After a hundred blows, Lord Shang Yang looked solemn and showed no sign of surrender.

"I'd better show mercy to the beauty." Qi Lin stepped back and closed his palm.

"In the wilderness, pity for the beauty will only cost you your life." Shang Yangjun didn't buy it. In fact, her big split palm had a back-up plan. She waited for the other party to take a step back, and the girl stepped forward, stepping on the brave steps.

, he turned the palm knife and pushed it hard towards Qi Lin with the back of his hand.

This push was like Shang Yangjun trying to push away a big mountain.

Push the mountain palm!!

A killing move created by Shang Yangjun himself after giving the Big Splitting Palm a routine. It is extremely powerful. When the opponent avoids the Big Splitting Palm, he will be seriously injured by this fierce palm technique no matter what.
To be continued...