At this moment, on the square of the Huangyun Mountains, all the Douzong-level forces disappeared almost completely, and none of them were left in their chests. There was a gap that was cut out from the Shura Sword.

"Who are you?"

The old host frowned and looked at Yang Yu, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"Yang Yu, the junior of Yunlan Sect who participated in this Hundred Sects Battle." Yang Yu spoke, his tone was extremely cold.

"Are you a participant? It's impossible. The leader of your Yunlan Sect is just a Nine Star Dou Emperor. How could you, a junior, have such strength?"

Looking at Yang Yu, the host frowned and his face was very cold.

"Do you want to test my age? I don't mind." Yang Yu spoke in a cold tone, as if there was no emotion at all.

"No need, I can testify for him. A year ago he was a student of my Canaan College, only seventeen years old."

Wu Qianqi walked out and looked at Yang Yu with a smile in his eyes.

"You are a disciple of Canaan Academy?" The host old man looked at Ji Qianchi and spoke with some differences.

"Yeah, it's true that I went out of Canaan Academy, but our Canaan Academy did not give him any other benefits,"

Jian Qianchi shook his head. Except for recruiting Yang Yu, he almost everything else in Canaan Academy was won by Yang Yu himself.

Even the amethyst card and fire energy given to Yang Yu by Canaan Academy, Yang Yu has never used it.

"Is he really eighteen years old?" The old host spoke, looked at Yang Yu, and his brows frowned deeply.

"Can you believe me?" Gu Qianchi spoke speechlessly.

"Okay, since you have already said that, then I will not ask about his age."

The old host nodded, but looked at the corpses of the Dou Zong Realm sect behind Yang Yu, and his brows frowned again.

"If you kill these people like this, how will the ancient eight tribes explain to the Douqi Continent in the future?"

"Killing means killing. If the eight ancient clans do not have the ability to solve the problem, then tell Douqi Continent that these people are killed by Yang Yu."

Yang Yu smiled coldly and looked in the direction of the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan with a sarcasm.

"Bastard, how do you talk? In fact, the eight ancient tribes, you, the lower nine-level forces like Yunlan Sect, look down on me?"

The elder of the Dou Sheng Realm of the Stone Clan frowned instantly, his face very cold.

"Little kid, although you can kill Dou Zong, your strength looks extraordinary, but Dou Zong is just an ant to my ancient eight tribes."

Among the medicine clan, the leading young man spoke, with a hint of coldness in his eyes

"Hmph, it's really arrogant that a lower-level force from a countryside dares to say such arrogant words!"

The elder of the Spirit Clan also spoke, staring at Yang Yu with a bad expression.

"Either take this matter, or don't fucking me!"

Yang Yu turned his head, looked at the ancient eight tribes, and started without hesitation and shouted coldly.

"Your tone is a little too big!"

The elders of the Soul Clan also spoke. Yang Yu had left Yunlan Sect, so their Soul Clan had no good attitude towards Yang Yu.

"Okay, today's sect rating has ended, and the battle between the Hundred Sects will begin tomorrow. Anyway, the battle between the Hundred Sects does not limit life and death. These people are said to have died in the battle by Yang Yu of Yunlan Sect during the war."

The old host spoke and no longer asked others to interrupt. Since Yang Yu was willing to present this responsibility, he didn't mind causing Yang Yu a big trouble.

"Okay, everyone follows the guides of the ancient eight tribes to your residence. Start tomorrow, and the main competition of the Hundred Sects Battle will be officially held."

The host, seeing the people from the ancient Eight Clans nodded, started again and announced loudly.

"You guys have a stinky mouth, wait."

Yang Yu raised the Shura Sword, swept across the people from the Dou Zun Realm who had just spoken, and spoke coldly.

"Let's wait!" The Dou Zuns spoke coldly, feeling very unhappy.

However, they could not lose their temper, because the Douhuang Realm guards sent by the ancient eight tribes had already begun to lead them, and the Douzong arranged a garrison place in the Huangyun Mountains.

"From Yunlan Sect, come on."

Yang Yu and Yun Yun both returned to the Yunlan Sect team. A middle-aged man with a very cold breath spoke, coldly.

"Sister, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Yang Yu and others followed the man forward. Yang Yu held Yun Yun's hand and kept whispering comfort.

After Yun Yun returned to the sect, she kept her head down. It was obvious that the mockery of everyone just broke down after the test results came out.

"Okay, you can live there."

After a few steps, the middle-aged man with a cold breath spoke, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The place where Yang Yu and others are now located is next to the avenue, with towering trees growing around it, and there is no building at all.

"Did you... lead the wrong way? What we are going to is the sect's garrison, the ancient eight tribes, should have temporarily built a building, right?"

Yang Yu shouted loudly, stopped the middle-aged man and spoke coldly.

"I'm sorry, the sect's garrison is also based on the ratings. From level one to level five, there are buildings with different levels of luxury. Your Yunlan Sect is level six and does not have your garrison, so I can sleep here quietly."

The middle-aged man turned around, looked at Yang Yu, and spoke with a very disdainful expression.

"Don't there even be a sect camp?" Yun Yun raised her head, her body shook violently, and her voice trembled.

"The garrison is the lower nine-rate sect like you, and the sect leader has reached the lower nine-rate sect like me, a slave. He also wants to have a garrison in a grand event like the Hundred Sects War. I think you should know me a little and get out of here."

The middle-aged man spoke, he came from the soul clan and had a strong sense of superiority. Looking at Yang Yu, Yang Yu and other Yunlan Sect, there was only disdain and disgust in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, Yun Yun's body knelt directly on the ground, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, her body trembled violently, and her voice was extremely blamed.

"Sect Master, there is no need to apologize, really, no need to apologize."

When the elders of Douwang saw this scene, their eyes suddenly became sore and they knelt around Yun Yun and spoke.

"Haha, it's so funny." The middle-aged man from the Soul Clan laughed and said sarcastically.

"Little Beauty Sect Master, I think you are not as good as our soul clan and being the warm-up maid for our little master. It is much more grand than being the sect master of such a lower nine-rate force!"

"puff!"

However, as soon as his voice fell, his head flew up, and his body was wrapped in countless red and golden divine lights, instantly turning into countless blood rains and sprinkling around.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm not strong enough..."
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