Yanhuang, International Airport.

In the VIP channel, four white men wearing medieval Nordic costumes walked out slowly.

Each one is burly and strong in shape.

The raised muscles are filled with explosive power.

The dark blue eyes were as bright as stars, shining brightly.

It looks like it has a special charm.

The man in front was pale skin and long golden hair shawls, as gorgeous as the sun, and extraordinary as the sun.

The moment he left the airport, his eyes burst out with two dazzling divine lights, which was intimidating.

"Hmph, Yanhuang, the last position that the native warriors hold."

From his mouth, a strange syllable was emitted.

It is not like English or Latin, it is very different from all known languages ​​on Earth.

He stood outside the airport, looking down at the shuttle vehicles.

"This place is no different. In the last decisive battle, the indigenous warriors were completely defeated. It is said that only a few top-level strong men opened up a small world and survived!"

These white men communicated in that weird language.

Their eyes looked around, full of scrutiny.

It is like a group of conquerors patrolling a land that is about to be trampled.

Their eyes were cold and unrestrained.

His words and deeds exude an innate sense of superiority.

It seems that he is naturally superior to others.

This is a sense of superiority that is different from the usual meaning. The look of looking at pedestrians is like looking at an ant.

"This time we rushed to Yanhuang. In addition to catching the hateful Eastern warrior into the holy city, what is more important is to participate in the martial arts alliance organized by Yanhuang warriors to find out how much strength accumulated by those natives have reached."

The blonde man in the head has an extremely handsome face.

Although his demeanor is calm, he looks like a boy.

A man following him nodded slightly and said, "Michael, we all know the purpose of this trip very well. You don't need to worry. Those indigenous warriors are not worth worrying at all."

The man who talked, with red hair, was also the red-haired ghost guy commonly known as the Yanhuang people.

His voice was loud and excited, giving people a feeling of tyranny and fierceness.

"Uriel, it's better to be careful. At least, the legendary young Yanhuang warrior cannot be underestimated."

The blonde man said lightly, but his calm tone contained a sense of awe.

It is like a sword hidden in the sheath, although it does not show its sharpness, but it contains sharpness.

After saying that, his eyes turned to the other two.

"Gabriel, Raphael, you two must be careful. Although the indigenous warriors have almost lost all the masters after a decisive battle, they should have recovered some of their strength after such a long time. We must not be careless. You must know that lions fight rabbits and use all their strength."

After hearing what he said, the other two men nodded one after another.

The man who was a little left had long black hair, gentle expression, and had an inexplicable intimacy.

It is like a calm sea, encompassing everything and vast.

The man who went right once had long chestnut hair and a erratic aura was emitting under his body.

It's like a gust of wind, without a shadow when it comes and without a trace when it goes.

These four Western men have different temperaments, but they all exuded a sacred and inviolable momentum.

When you raise your hands and feet, you look like a god who has descended to the world, noble and elegant.

At first glance, it seems that there is a dazzling layer of holy light shrouded under your body.

But if you look closely, you will find that it is just an illusion.

The four of them stood outside the airport exit, like top male models from the world, attracting the good gaze of pedestrians around them.

Standing there, like Michelangelo's sculptures, is a combination of strength and beauty.

Especially the century-old outfit is even more amazing.

The strangest thing is that their temperament seems to be incompatible with this modern society.

That feeling seemed to come from another world.

If Lin Yu was on the scene, he would find that the auras of these four people were somewhat similar to Huangfu Jue, but somewhat different.

Their original aura is rejected by this world.

Like a balanced ecosystem, an intruder.

However, the aura of these four people is more light and gentle.

Huangfu Jue's aura is more inclined toward darkness and coldness.

But these two completely different auras are so similar in nature.

As the four white men whispered, a black luxury car fleet arrived slowly.

Kakka...

The car door opened and a group of Western men in black suits stood respectfully in a row.

They put their hands on their chests and cut the cross.

He prayed respectfully in his mouth.

A pious attitude is like a sacred ceremony performed in a church.

The eyes of the four great men were also filled with passionate reverence.

That is the emotion that the believer reveals when he sees the gods in his heart.

At this time, the extraordinary white men walked to the car silently and got in to speak.

Then, the convoy slowly started and left.

...

After the convoy left, a man in a black kimono walked out slowly.

Quite, slapped around your waist.

His expression was cold, like a piece of ice.

When I looked at him from afar, I felt a hint of coldness grow in my heart.

A smile appeared on Gu Jingbubo's face.

The smile, without a trace of warmth, was filled with coldness.

"Hmph, these guys actually came to Yanhuang, it seems that they are planning to participate in the martial arts alliance. This time, there will be a good show."

As he spoke, the sneer at the corner of his mouth gradually spread.

"It is said that the martial arts alliance held by the nine secret realms of Yanhuang was set on the top of Kunlun Mountain, known as the hometown of all immortals. At this storm, the sword in my hand was to drink the blood of the strong."

He muttered to himself, his sneering condensing on his face.

In an instant, a sharp murderous intent passed in an instant.

"In the Nine Secrets of Yanhuang, someone can let the arrogant guy leave a clone and retreat temporarily. Even because of the two old guys, that Lin Yu should not be simple. Lin Yu, Lin Yu, I hope you don't let me down, because I will use your life to sacrifice this treasure sword!"

"Only a true martial arts genius are qualified to let me draw my sword and use these powerful men to hone myself in the martial arts alliance. After I go further, I will go back to compete with that guy again."

While speaking, a strong sense of reluctance appeared on his face.

"One move, hum, I defeated me in just one move. That guy is right. Only through the tempering of life and death can my will and spirit be further improved."

His right hand was gently placed on the hilt of the knife and walked forward slowly.

Suddenly, the powerful aura converged.

The whole person becomes no different from the ordinary person from the inside out.

...

Kunlun Mountain is also known as Kunlun Xu, the first legendary sacred mountain in Yanhuang since ancient times, and many mythological stories are related to it.

The ancients called it the ancestor of all mountains and the source of the dragon vein of Yanhuang.

The mountains are majestic and majestic, and are bounded thousands of miles away.

It was early autumn, the peaks were covered with snow and pretty silver clothes.

Groups of men and women in various ancient costumes stood on the top of Kunlun Mountain, looking down at the boundless earth.

They each stood in nine rows, clearly separated and did not belong to each other.

The two holy places of Jiutian Palace and Qiyao Island, walking side by side.
To be continued...