Chapter 193 Quasi-Godson Yang Yiming

Too weak?

The people in the Ancient Holy Land suddenly looked very ugly.

Although Xiao Yun's voice was very low, everyone present was a cultivator, and they could hear Xiao Yun's voice even from a distance.

Therefore, everyone in the Ancient Holy Land was in a very bad mood. They were holding back a lot of anger and felt extremely humiliated.

In the base camp of their Ancient Holy Land, they were actually insulted by a junior, which was really too aggrieved.

However, they could do nothing about it.

Even Yang Xu, the first saint, was defeated, and the young generation of their Ancient Holy Land was almost wiped out.

Who else could they find to fight?

Fortunately, those outsiders were not allowed to come in to watch the battle, otherwise the face of the Ancient Holy Land would be lost.

"What should we do? The first, second and third ranked saints of our Ancient Holy Land have all lost. Who can still be a match for this Xiao Yun?"

"He has lost three games in a row. This Xiao Yun is really too powerful. No wonder he can defeat Zhao Wuji, the ancient saint."

"I thought Xiao Yun defeated Li Chengdi with the formation before. Now it seems that he does have the strength to defeat Li Chengdi head-on."

"We lost all three games. Is there no one left in our Ancient Holy Land? It's so aggrieved. Who can defeat Xiao Yun? Do we really have to let the saints play?"

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There were discussions around, and everyone in the Ancient Holy Land was in a heavy mood.

Xiao Yun won three games in a row and defeated the top three saints in the Ancient Holy Land. He showed a strong invincible momentum, which made everyone in the Ancient Holy Land a little suffocated.

At this time, Xiao Yun's momentum has reached the peak, and his invincible belief has become stronger.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is using the genius of the Ancient Holy Land to sharpen his invincible Tao heart.

Moreover, Xiao Yun was obviously successful, after all, the three peerless geniuses of the Ancient Holy Land were all defeated by him.

But this result was not what the Ancient Holy Land wanted.

"Who will defeat him? I will give him a top-grade treasure!" A great elder of the Ancient Holy Land could not help but say.

But no one answered him, because none of the disciples of the Ancient Holy Land present had the ability to defeat Xiao Yun.

Yang Xu, the first Holy Son, lost so badly, what qualifications do the other disciples have to fight Xiao Yun?

"This boy has already entered the Sacrifice Spirit Realm. He defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao before, but he only used the strength of the Cave Heaven Realm."

Suddenly, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land spoke, his eyes staring at Xiao Yun in the field, his face full of shock.

"What?" The great elders of the Ancient Holy Land around him heard the words, and their faces suddenly changed.

Then, everyone looked at Xiao Yun, their eyes glowing, urging their wisdom eyes, trying to see through Xiao Yun.

Soon, they found that Xiao Yun was really in the Sacrifice Spirit Realm, not the Cave Heaven Realm.

Of course, this was because Xiao Yun was not hiding his cultivation now, otherwise they would not be able to see through Xiao Yun through the Chaos Realm.

"It's really the Sacrifice Spirit Realm!" A great elder of the Ancient Holy Land said with a very ugly face: "He actually defeated Zhan Xingchen and Mu Chenhao when he was one realm lower. How is this possible?"

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land said in a deep voice: "Even when facing Yang Xu, Xiao Yun only broke out the strength of the Sacrifice Spirit Realm at the last moment and suppressed Yang Xu's Nine Yang Combination."

The people of the Ancient Holy Land heard this and their faces became even gloomier.

After so long, Xiao Yun had been suppressing his cultivation to fight against the geniuses of their Ancient Holy Land. This was simply playing tricks on them.

Moreover, Xiao Yun of the Cave Heaven Realm was so powerful. If Xiao Yun showed the strength of the Sacrifice Spirit Realm, who could resist him?

"Holy Lord, we can only ask the saint to come on stage." A supreme elder of the Ancient Holy Land secretly sent a message to the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land.

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land was also in deep thought.

Just give up like that?

He was unwilling!

After all, this was the only way to take back Zhao Wuji.

What's more, if they couldn't wash away the shame of being slapped in the face by a junior of the Chaos Holy Land in their base camp, then their Ancient Holy Land would lose all its face.

It was too shameless to just ask the saint to come on stage. Until the last moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land still couldn't make up his mind.

At that moment, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land sent a message to the quasi-godson again, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Yiming, if you don't take action, our Ancient Holy Land will lose all its face."

At the same time, in a palace in the Ancient Holy Land, a young man slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like lightning, spewing golden light, and his sharp eyes, like two golden swords, cut through the void and looked at the square of the Ancient Holy Land.

He was the quasi-son of God of the Ancient Holy Land, Yang Yiming!

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The square of the Ancient Holy Land.

Xiao Yun put his hands behind his back, exuding an invincible aura. He looked around and scanned the people of the Ancient Holy Land, and asked lightly: "Who else wants to fight me?"

The plain words revealed an invincible domineering aura.

There was a dead silence around, and you could hear a pin drop.

Although the people of the Ancient Holy Land gnashed their teeth in their hearts, they had to admit that they were no match for Xiao Yun.

On the high platform, the elders of the Ancient Holy Land also had gloomy eyes and ugly faces.

In such a large Ancient Holy Land, there was actually no genius who could fight Xiao Yun. How sad is this?

"Holy Lord, let's stop here. Xiao Yun is my opponent, and I will defeat him with my own hands in the future." At this moment, Zhao Wuji spoke, his eyes filled with terrifying fighting spirit.

The Lord of the Ancient Holy Land was very pleased. Zhao Wuji was not discouraged after the defeat. He still had an invincible heart of Taoism and his future achievements were limitless.

At that moment, the Lord of the Ancient Holy Land smiled and said to Zhao Wuji: "I believe you will defeat Xiao Yun in the future, but our Ancient Holy Land cannot lose this time, and we will not lose!"

Looking at the confident expression on the face of the Ancient Holy Land, Zhao Wuji's heart moved, as if he thought of something, and suddenly showed a look of shock: "Lord, is that person going to take action?"

The Lord of the Ancient Holy Land nodded.

Di Tian on the side looked stern, and he seemed to guess who the other party was.

After all, if there is anyone else in the Ancient Holy Land who can fight with Xiao Yun at the same level, except for the saint himself, there is only that person left.

"Yang Yiming!" Di Tian said softly.

At the same time, a slender young man, stepping on the void, with his hands behind his back, walked step by step from the back mountain of the Ancient Holy Land.

This person was dressed in a white robe, pure and dust-free, like a fallen immortal, extraordinary and otherworldly.

He looked extraordinary. If we talk about appearance, there are countless handsome people. Just Ye Dadao, his appearance is outstanding. But the extraordinary thing about this person is not his appearance, but his temperament, an indescribable temperament.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted countless eyes. Everything seemed to become dim in front of him.

"Yang Yiming!"

"It's the quasi-son of God!"

"Greetings to the quasi-son of God!"

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The disciples of the surrounding ancient holy land bowed and saluted after seeing this person coming, and each of them was full of respect.