Douluo's Golden Saint Cloth

The Misty Cloud Sect, the most powerful force in the Jia Ma Empire.

Nine generations have passed since the first patriarch, Yun Potian, inherited it.

The eighth suzerain Yunshan, the ninth suzerain Yun Yun, the tenth suzerain... If nothing else happens, it should be Nalan Yanran who has been approved by the Life and Death Gate.

This ancient sect stood on the top of the Jia Ma Empire and has been passed down for nearly a thousand years.

If it weren't for the ancestral instruction left by the first suzerain not to interfere with secular imperial power, I am afraid that the Yunlan Sect would have seized the entire Jia Ma Empire during the previous several times of imperial dynasty changes.

But today, at the foot of Yunlan Mountain, the figure of a young man in black is walking slowly!

At the end of the long steps, there are clouds and mist. Behind the clouds and mist, there is a huge square. The square is completely paved with monolithic boulders, which looks simple and grand.

And in the very center of the square, a huge stone monument stands majestically.

On the stone tablet, the names of the previous sect leaders of the Yunlan Sect and those who have made great contributions to the sect are recorded.

Looking around the square, there are nearly a thousand people sitting in it at this time. These people sit in a semicircle. Without exception, they are all wearing moon-white robes, with cloud sword marks on the cuffs. It swayed gently in the wind, faintly exuding a faint sword intent.

At the top of the square, there are some stone pedestals placed on the steps. The stone pedestals go up step by step. The stone platform on the highest level is currently vacant and no one is sitting on it.

Underneath, there were more than a dozen old men in white robes sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and concentrating.

Although these old men do not have any special features on the surface, the robes on their bodies that remain motionless no matter how the mountain wind blows, let people know in their hearts that these old men are not simple!

Below these white-robed old men, there is a single stone step.

The woman in a moon-white dress closed her eyes slightly, and the breeze blew, blowing the hair on her forehead, and it was Nalan Yanran!

Although there were nearly a thousand people in the square at this moment, the place was completely silent. Apart from the whistling of the wind, there was no other sound.

Occasionally, a gust of breeze blew across the square, and suddenly, as far as the eye could see, white robes were fluttering, like clouds falling from the sky. At first glance, it was quite shocking.

From time to time, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air, and soon, a figure appeared on the towering tree crown.

Looking up, there are many figures standing on the crowns of some giant trees around the square. Not only Hai Bodong is here, but also Lian Fa Ma, Jia Xing Tian, ​​even Nalan Jie and several other heads of families. and the juniors are all gathered here.

Obviously, this time, the Yunlan Sect invited quite a few people. It could be said that all the prominent forces within the capital of the Jiama Empire came to watch the ceremony.

The figures who rushed over did not make any reckless noises to break the quiet atmosphere in the square. Although some powerful disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect were aware of the arrival of these guests, they did not have the slightest reaction. Sitting on the ground, it seemed that he had received the order a long time ago.

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Standing on the top of the tree, Hai Bodong's eyes slowly swept across the quiet square, his face slightly dignified.

In his induction, the breathing rhythms of the nearly a thousand Yunlan Sect disciples in the square were actually exactly the same. Their breaths were intertwined with each other. Anywhere they moved would be subject to a continuous and violent attack like a heavy rain!

In other words, nearly a thousand people in the Yunlanzong Square have already formed a formation.

Once they join forces to attack, even the Dou Huang powerhouse will have to avoid the edge for the time being.

"As expected of the Misty Cloud Sect." With a soft sigh in his heart, Hai Bodong had no choice but to express his admiration!

Turning their heads, Hai Bodong and Fa Majia looked at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. Obviously, the Yunlanzong's great fusion formation also made them fearful.

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The wide square is quiet and silent, and time passes by quietly.

Above the sky, the huge sun slowly climbed to the top, and the warm sunlight poured down, filling the entire mountain top.

At a certain moment, the slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded quietly from under the bluestone steps outside the square, and the soft voice slowly spread up, causing a slight change in the integrated atmosphere in the square.

In the field, all the disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect opened their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the bluestone steps. The sound of footsteps that were not light or heavy came from there.

On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran also gradually opened her bright eyes, and her eyes stopped at that place. For some reason, the already calm heart suddenly beat a few times in a disorderly manner.

The footsteps were getting closer and louder, so that more than a dozen white-robed old men on the stone platform also opened their eyes and looked at the same place.

Far above the sky, the sun suddenly fell, and through the cover of misty clouds, it happened to hit the end of the stone steps. There, a tall and thin figure finally slowly appeared in countless lines of sight.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes on the square, the young man in black robe with a black ruler on his back stepped forward and walked up the final steps.

The young man's eyes were calm and calm, slowly sweeping across the huge square, and finally stopped on the stone platform, the beautiful girl who also projected a pair of bright eyes over.

Lifting the footsteps lightly, then putting them down, three steps forward in this way, only the sound of low footsteps floating in the quiet square.

Three steps down, the young man raised his head, stared at the woman, and opened his mouth lightly.

"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan. Come to the appointment!"

Concise and powerful words sounded, and under the infusion of fighting spirit, they slowly echoed throughout the entire Yunlan Mountain!

In the field, countless disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect looked at the black-robed youth at the stone steps with their own emotions.

They were not unfamiliar with the name Xiao Yan, but this was the first time they had seen a real person.

But it can be said that they have no affection for Xiao Yan.

There is no other reason.The young master, who was regarded as a goddess in her own family, was annulled face to face, and the name and face of the Yunlan Sect were beaten face to face.

It is a strange thing to be different from the enemy.

As for how much loss Nalan Yanran would bring to the Xiao family if she came to withdraw the engagement, they would not care.

You are just the young master of a small family, how can you be worthy of my young master of the Yunlan Sect?

break off an engagement?

Isn't that a matter of course?

The strong are respected, who gave you the courage to resist my Misty Cloud Sect?

Although they don't say it, most of them think so in their hearts.

However, today, looking at the young man who remained calm and calm even in the face of Yun Lanzong's nearly a thousand disciples, some shrewd disciples, after abandoning those negative emotions, felt a little awe-inspiring in their hearts. Such an indifferent attitude is not like the Xiao family waste that the brothers and sisters talk about on weekdays.

Nalan Yanran stared closely at the slightly thin young man not far away, her gaze resting on that delicate face.

From it, she could vaguely make out the outline of the former boy.

It's just that the young man in front of him now doesn't have the sharpness of the past. Instead, he is calm and restrained.