Yang Wuhu stepped forward and saluted, then followed Yang Wudi; he left with the five Soul Saints.
Although the Poyi Clan was in decline, the five Soul Saints could still be gathered.
The three Yang Wulong brothers were always stuck at the 69th level of Soul Emperor. It took Yang Yun a lot of effort to condense the three fire seeds.
Only then did the three Yang Wulong brothers become Soul Douluo now.
The rest of the clan members were limited by their talents. Even with the help of the fire seeds for more than ten years, most of them only broke through one major realm.
There are still few soul masters with two major realms.
"Uncle Shark!"
Yang Wusha looked at Yang Yun in confusion: "Young Master, what do you want?"
Yang Yun secretly calculated the days. Now Tang San and Xiao Wu will soon arrive in Soto City in the next few days.
"Now go to the Shrek Academy in Soto City and lurk in secret. When the academy starts recruiting students, immediately go to the Holy Soul Village outside Notting City and search for a waterfall within a radius of dozens of miles around the village." "
Investigate carefully. If you find a cave around the waterfall, find a blue silver grass with golden threads and bring it back with roots and soil."
"At the same time." Yang Yun finally whispered to Yang Wusha's ear. After listening, Yang Wusha's face suddenly changed. His
breathing became much more rapid.
What did he hear? It turned out to be the legendary 100,000-year soul bone. If this soul bone is brought back, the strength of the clan leader will definitely change dramatically.
This is the most precious 100,000-year soul bone in the entire continent.
The clan leader actually let him go alone to get it, which shows that the young master's trust in him has not decreased by half after becoming the clan leader.
"Clan leader, Yang Wusha will definitely live up to your trust and bring him back safely; if he fails, he will die to apologize." Yang Wusha said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Yang Yun hurriedly grabbed Yang Wusha's shoulders and said seriously: "Uncle Shark, what did you say? I won't allow you to say that again in the future. Uncle Shark, you are much more precious to me than that soul bone. Failure is okay, the most important thing is to return safely."
"No matter how good the soul bone is, it is still a dead thing. How can it be compared with Uncle Shark?"
"Thank you, clan leader!" Yang Wusha's eyes were slightly red and his heart was extremely moved.
Yang Wusha knew that he was going to face the youngest Titled Douluo in the Great Road, the ruthless man who killed the previous Pope. He
was also the culprit for the decline of the Po Yi clan.
Haotian Douluo - Tang Hao.
If you are lucky, you won't meet him. If you are unlucky, you may not be able to come back alive.
Be careful.
Yang Wusha just left.
"Bang!"
The gate of the Po Yi clan was smashed and fell to the ground by the clan members, and the gate was also smashed to pieces; it can be seen that the opponent's strength is great.
"Yang Wudi, our patience is limited; you Po Yi clan should not be shameless." A tall and strong figure swaggered in from outside.
Several muscular men followed behind him.
"I let you submit because I think highly of your Poyi Clan. Do you really think you are so powerful?"
Hu Yanpo strode into the Poyi Clan, and the broken door panel under his feet was crushed carelessly; there was a satisfied look on his face.
It seemed that the door panel under his feet was the Poyi Clan.
"Clan leader, I..." Yang Wuli wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Yun who came out of the hall.
Hu Yanpo was stunned when he saw Yang Wuli calling a brat the clan leader, and then a group of people burst into laughter.
"Ahahahaha, I am dying of laughter; Yang Wudi is not such a coward, to push such a brat to be the clan leader to die?"
"I think the Poyi Clan is just so-so, it is better for them to submit to our Xiangjia Clan; at least the leader of our Xiangjia Clan will not be a coward like Yang Wudi."
Yang Yun's face was unmoved, but he silently revealed his soul rings.
"Yang Wudi is currently the chief elder of the family, and now I am the patriarch of the Poyi clan; whether to submit or not, I, Yang Yun, have the final say." The eight soul rings of
yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red
, especially the last dazzling red, strange 100,000-year soul ring, made Hu Yanpo
's laughter mute. It was like a duck with its throat pinched.
"One hundred thousand. One hundred thousand-year soul ring; the second thousand-year ring, and five black ten thousand-year soul rings."
Gurgle!
Hu Yanpo's throat was difficult and his eyes were drooling, and he looked at Yang Yun with horror in his eyes.
"This is impossible. You must have used some kind of trick to scare me off. Who am I, Hu Yanpo? How could I be fooled by your trick?"
"Brothers, follow me and teach this so-called new leader of the Po Yi clan a lesson." The seven soul rings on Hu Yanpo's body
, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, were vibrating. .
He was a Soul Saint.
The three people behind him were all Soul Emperors.
Yang Yun said with disdain: "Hu Yanpo, even if your Xiangjia Sect's leader Hu Yanzhen came here, you still have to lie down.
Today is my first day as the leader of the clan. I will use you to pave the way for my Po Yi clan to become famous."
"I am Yang Yun, the new leader of the Po Yi clan. Today, Hu Yanpo of the Xiangjia Sect openly provoked the Po Yi clan, destroyed our door panels, and insulted our clan's great elder Yang Wudi. He should be beheaded to set an example."
The latter sentence was amplified by soul power, and the entire city within a radius of 30 miles could hear this voice.
"Seventh Soul Skill - Weapon Soul True Body" Everyone saw it, a huge figure rose in the sky holding a flaming spear Chongli.
Especially the strange and terrifying soul ring configuration on the phantom, and the weird scarlet 100,000-year soul ring shocked countless people. "Is that a 100,000-year soul ring?"
"My Zhuo, isn't Yang Yun a descendant of the Po Yi clan? If I remember correctly, he is only 18 years old this year, and he is already a Soul Douluo?"
"Soul Douluo is shit, this is the least worth mentioning; look at the soul ring on the outermost circle, it is 100,000 years old."
"A 100,000-year soul ring means that he must have a 100,000-year soul bone on his body. This kid is so terrifying; even the former Haotian Douluo can't catch up."
"Today's matter is serious, and it must be reported to the Wuhun Hall immediately; wait for the Pope to decide."
"It seems that my Xingluo Empire will add another powerful family. We can no longer let the four sects be bullied like this; the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
It is not difficult to guess who is behind the Xiangjia Sect in the eyes of the top leaders of major forces. The three people behind Hu Yanpo were about to attack the Po Yi clan members.
"How dare you?" Yang Wulong swung his Soul-Breaking Spear, and his powerful aura shocked the three Soul Emperors.
The eight soul rings on his body lit up one after another.
"Seventh Soul Skill - Weapon Soul True Body." Yang Wulong had not forgotten that the clan leader had just said to kill them as a warning to others.
In this case, how could he hold back?
Break!
Yang Wulong's spear came out like a dragon, killing the three Soul Emperors.
In just a few breaths, two clan members who had already surrendered and secretly broken through to Soul Saint also rushed to the scene to protect the safety of the clan members.
When Hu Yanpo saw that Yang Wulong was also a Soul Douluo, he knew that he might not be able to leave the Po Yi clan today.
"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body." With a roar that broke through the sky, a huge diamond mammoth appeared in front of Yang Yun; shining like a diamond, its body exuded a terrifying pressure.
"Sixth Soul Skill - Death Trampling"
Hu Yanpo's current thoughts are very simple. If they want to kill me, then take as many members of the Poyi Clan as possible.
(End of this chapter)