At the ferry crossing of Gujie Village, thousands of people were silent.

"The late stage of the three-type martial soul. How is this possible! How did he do it?"

Liao Hai, wearing gray clothes in the crowd, looked at Ye Fan not far away in a daze, with a trembling expression.

With his late-stage martial soul cultivation, the old Wuhou, who had a high level of martial soul cultivation, surpassed most of the first and middle-stage martial marquis, and they kept them away. They could already be called the master of the Wuhou. Therefore, the strong man surnamed Bi in the middle-stage martial marquis saw that his cultivation was profound and did not want to fight him.

If the two-type martial souls can reach the late stage at the same time, then you can be the first-class top master in the Wuhou realm, and you will not dare to provoke him easily even in the late stage of the Wuhou realm.

And the three-type martial souls reached the late stage at the same time... they were the top-notch peak masters at the Marquis level, none of them were in thousands.

As long as you are below King Wu, no matter what kind of cultivation or realm you have, you will be afraid to avoid it.

This kind of super-class Wuhou realm is already chasing the Wu King's realm, and can almost fight with the fake Wu King. The Wu King dare not take it lightly.

However, very few Wuhou can practice the three systems at the same time.

Because the cultivation materials consumed at the peak of the three-type Wuhou can directly bankrupt the thousand-year-old martial arts family of a vassal state, burning money and burning pain.

Liao Hai's heart was unspeakable. He, a "master" of the old Marquis of Wu who was over 200, was also a very high-ranking person in the Great Privileges of Xisheng, but in front of a three-class Marquis like Ye Fan, it was not worth mentioning at all.

The caravan leader Huo Guangcheng was also shocked. He finally saw clearly Ye Fan's cultivation strength, which was unfathomable. No wonder Ye Fan dared to pass through the swamp alone in the ancient world village.

If he had known this, he would not have had to compromise in front of the strong man surnamed Bi and endure humiliation. A small team of Red Gang gang members was not worth mentioning in front of such a top-notch Marquis of Wu.

Liao Wenqing was shocked, and ripples appeared in the phoenix eyes, more of surprise and reverence. She never expected that Ye Fan, who was not very prominent in the caravan, was actually at the late stage of the three-type martial soul, and the peak of the top of the Wuhou, which was simply unimaginable to the early stage of the Wuhou like her. The most important thing is that Ye Fan's age is not much older than her.

Jia Xu was stunned. Seeing the awesome and respectful expressions of Liao Wenheng, Liao Hai, Huo Guangcheng and other Wuhous, his heart was even more jealous and full of flavors.

"Hmph! At such a young age, I am not the strength of the family's money! He alone makes money, probably not even the Wu Zun. If my family is willing to spend money hard for me at any cost, hundreds of thousands or millions of yuan stones, I can still reach the peak of the third-class Wuhou at a young age! What's so great about this!"

Jia Xu disagreed and said disdainfully. In his eyes, Ye Fan became the peak of the late stage of the Three-System Marquis at his twenties, and it must be that his family had spent a lot of money on Ye Fan.

Liao Wenxu gave him a blank look and said angrily: "Jia Xu, if you are unparalleled in talent, why didn't the Jia family spend money to practice for you? It's not because you have weak talent and it's not worth spending money at all! The other family is willing to spend money on him to cultivate into the third-class Wuhou, which at least proves that they have the value of spending money to cultivate."

"Uh. That's because I'm not a direct descendant of the Jia family~!"

Jia Xu was speechless, his face turned red, and he forced a few words, but he couldn't continue to say anything soon. Even if he was a direct descendant of the Jia family, he would not be treated like this as a reward for the third-class Wuhou. In the entire Shenwu Continent, there were not many families of the vassal states who would spend money at any cost to train a third-class Wuhou.

Several Wuhou of the Red Clothing Gang admitted that they did not dare to compete with Ye Fan for the rankings, and honestly lined up behind the ferry team.

Not long after, the strong man surnamed Bi gradually woke up from the bombardment of Thunder Se. The team's accomplices fed him a few third-level healing pills and recovered some strength. The injury of Leijiao was temporarily suppressed.

"Boss Bi, what should we do? Let's just let it go?"

"Hmph, I can't do anything to him at the ferry entrance of the ancient world village. Let's talk about everything when I return to the ancient land of the ancestral god! When I reach our land, I'll see how to deal with him!"

The strong man surnamed Bi was lying on the ground, panting, looking at Ye Fan in the distance with gloomy eyes, showing strong fear and hatred, and gritted his teeth and said.

The Red-Free Gang in the ancient land of the Ancestral God is very powerful and very protective. He will not tolerate a Sanwuhou bullying the Red-Free Gang members. Although he is not Ye Fan's opponent, if he can invite a Martial King of the Red-Free Gang to take action, it will not be difficult to deal with Ye Fan. .

Gujie Village has always respected real martial arts powerhouses. As long as they have strong strength, everyone will take the initiative to curry favor with them and avoid them, assuming that they have priority.

Of course, people from the red-clothed gangs like the strong man surnamed Bi are not very strong but bullying others. Although they are also scary, they are disgusted in their hearts.

Soon, many Wuhou expressed their willingness to give up their positions and invited Ye Fan and Huo Guangcheng to line up.

The team of several Wu Kings undoubtedly occupied the best dozens of positions at the front of the ferry.

With Ye Fan's strength, Huo Guangcheng's businessman team moved slightly to the front, which was also an ordinary thing and did not attract criticism.

Soon, the ferry at the ancient jie Village ferry was restored to peace, and everyone was queuing patiently on the cliff, waiting for the time to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge. ...

"Look, this wisp of blue smoke at the entrance of the canyon is about to become straight! The wind in Guishou Gorge is about to stop and reverse!"

"Everyone is ready to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge!"

"Keep the order of flying over the line and don't be confused! Observe Qingyan at any time. Once the greenyan turns crooked again, stop flying over immediately!"

The crowd lined up at the ferry entrance of Gujie Village, and when they saw the change of the wisp of green smoke, they suddenly became excited. Many experienced Wuhou shouted loudly to remind others to pay attention.

In the canyon, the moment the huge blue smoke became straight.

The strongest martial kings flew out toward the other shore and safely crossed the more than ten miles of Guishou Gorge as fast as possible. Then, they went directly to the Yin Imperial City of the ancient land of the ancestral god.

The Wuhou followed closely behind, carrying a large bundle of heavy ropes that were thousands of pounds, flying towards the other side.

All the above Wuhou periods can fly in the air, but Wu Zuns can't do it.

If there is a Wu Zun in a certain team, then two Wu Hou must first cooperate to build a rope bridge over ten miles on both sides of the Taiwan Straits, so that these Wu Zuns can pass through the ropes.

The ropes that are more than ten miles long are for a large number of martial masters to pass at the same time, and are not ordinary materials that can be carried by them. Usually, this rope is woven from tough and lightweight high-quality snow silk, but it is expensive. Or a little later, it is cheaper, but it is several times heavier, more than ten miles long and weighs thousands of pounds.

"Brother Ye, help me pull the rope over!"

Huo Guangcheng took out a bundle of iron rattan wire ropes.

"Okay! Wait for a moment!"

Ye Fan rode on the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis, then nodded, ordered the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis to pick up a piece of rope made of iron rattan wire, and flew to the other side of the Ghost Howling Gorge.

The Golden Eagle Beast Marquis was extremely fast, even surpassing the Wu Hou who flew earlier than Ye Fan. As short as dozens of breaths, the Golden Eagle flew over the Ghost Howling Gorge and closed its wings and landed on the other side.

Ye Fan used an ordinary third-level black iron spear to thrust one end of the rope on the shore of the Ghost Howl Gorge, deeply thrusting it into the rocks. Huo Guangcheng fixed it on the other side of the other side. Then the martial masters of the small caravan hurriedly jumped on the rope thick with his thumb and began to run quickly on the shaking rope to cross the Ghost Howl Gorge.

A rope is very thin, but fortunately, with the strength of the Martial Master Realm, it is still easy to fly for ten miles on the rope.

"Quick! Hurry up and rush over!"

Huo Guangcheng rushed to the Wuzun merchants in court.

Time is very tight, and no one knows when the wind that temporarily stopped in Guishou Gorge will suddenly appear again. Almost everyone is racing against time and dare not waste any time.

Therefore, every time you pass through the Ghost Howling Gorge, King Wu is the first, and the strong Wuhou is the second.

If other martial masters are too late, once the wind in the Ghost Howl Gorge rises again, they can only give up flying across the Ghost Howl Gorge and wait for the next year's chance to fly into the ancient land of the ancestral god.

The four Wuhou Huo Guangcheng, Liao Hai, Liao Wenqing and Jia Xu also hurriedly flew in the air and flew to the other side of the Ghost Howling Gorge.

In the air of Guishou Gorge, Wuhou was flying at high speed. On many ropes connecting the two sides, a large number of Wu Zuns were scrambling to cross the ropes.

The strong man surnamed Bi and four Wuhou and four Wu Zuns quickly flew across the canyon for more than ten miles, but the strong man surnamed Bi did not rush to leave. Instead, he looked at Ye Fan and Huo Guangcheng's small caravan not far away in a cold look.

Although they set out later, they had few people, but they flew through earlier than Huo Guangcheng's small caravan with dozens of martial masters.

"Boss Bi! Let's go to Yin Imperial City now and find an elder of King Wu to deal with them?"

A Wuhou in red said.

Yin Imperial City is the largest giant city in the ancient land of the Ancestral God, with a large population. The headquarters of almost all major forces in the ancient land of the Ancestral God are located in the Yin Imperial City. The Red Clothing Gang is no exception. There are a large number of masters in the Yin Imperial City, and there are many strengths in the Martial King Realm.

"No! No hurry, I have a grudge and I have always avenged it on the spot!"

The fierce man surnamed Bi's hideous face was full of violence. He was waiting for an opportunity to change the direction of the Guishou Gorge. He could not do anything to Ye Fan, but he wanted to use this small caravan to extricate his anger.

The calmness of Guiyu Gorge only lasted for a short period of more than a hundred breaths.

suddenly!

The wisp of blue smoke on the cliff trembled and began to shake. This is a strong sign that the wind direction is reversed and the wind is about to rise.

"Not good! The wind is about to rise, hurry up, if you are already in the middle of the rope, hurry up and grab the cross! It hasn't rushed halfway, don't cross again, hurry up and go back!"

Huo Guangcheng shouted.

The entire Guishou Gorge in this section is about ten miles long. Wu Hou can fly over soon.

But Wu Zun can't do it. Even half of it is a five-mile distance. For Wu Zun, it takes at least tens of breaths to run at full speed, which is very fatal.

"Great opportunity! Go and die!"

The strong man surnamed Bi suddenly laughed fiercely and suddenly threw out an arc-shaped fire blade at the iron rattan rope that the caravan was in Guihao Gorge.

Then, he didn't look at the result, greeted the Red Clothing Gang, laughed wildly, turned into a stream of fire and flew towards Yin Imperial City, "Boy, I will collect some interest first, and I will wait for you in Yin Imperial City!"

The fire blade is not very powerful, but it is extremely fast. It cuts off the rope with a "swish" knife.
Chapter completed!