Douluo’s Haotian Myth

Outside Haotian Peak, Tang Bufan stared at the mist-shrouded mountain peak in the distance.

After a while, a cold girl came to him.

Tang Bufan said without turning his head: "Zihan, you are here!"

"Brother Tang, what is your business with me?" Ye Zihan's face was full of doubts.

"Last time I heard you mention that you want to find your Ye family ancestral land, can you tell me about the ancestral land, maybe I can help you!" Tang Bufan said mysteriously.

Ye Zihan was the first time to look closely at this young man who had repeatedly created myths in the Clear Sky Sect. I saw that his dark pupils were as mysterious as the night sky, and his handsome face had a faint smile on his face, exuding a unique charm.

Slightly avoiding the eyes of the other party, Ye Zihan was silent for a while before saying lightly: "Brother Tang, the truth is that we know very little about our ancestral land, only a sentence passed down from generation to generation."

Tang Bufan's eyes flashed a hint of clarity, "I don't know what this sentence is?"

"The White Jade Palace by the Qingshui Lake, the misty valley outside the White Jade Palace."

Ye Zihan's pretty face was full of helplessness, "We have read this sentence thousands of times, and the final conclusion is that the Baiyu Palace should be the ancestral land and birthplace of our Ye family! But we can't find the Misty Valley. where!"

Tang Bufan's eyes flashed, he hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Maybe I know where the Misty Valley is!"

Ye Zihan's eyes showed an unbelievable light, and looked at Tang Bufan suspiciously.

They have been looking for this foggy valley for many years without any news. How could he know? This must be too coincidental!

Tang Bufan naturally saw the doubts in Ye Zihan's eyes, but he didn't intend to explain, some things are better to see.

"I'm going to the foggy forest in seven months. You can go with me then!"

After speaking, Tang Bufan walked away, ignoring Ye Zihan with a blank face.

It took a long time for Ye Zihan to react, and she muttered to herself, "Misty forest?"

Suddenly, a light flashed in Ye Zihan's eyes, the foggy valley that the Ye family had been looking for could not be in this foggy forest!

When she was about to question Tang Bufan carefully, there were still traces of him around.

Time flies so fast, half a month in the blink of an eye.

It's the monthly ranking battle of the Clear Sky Sect.

Since Tang Bufan won the chief position of the sect, he has never participated in the ranking battle. As time passed, his strength became stronger and stronger, and the gap between him and these disciples was gradually opened.

Especially after he obtained the 100,000-year spirit ring, even Tang Long and Tang Hu, the leaders of the three generations of disciples, lost their confidence in challenging him.

On this day, Tang Bufan was pulled by Tang Ming and the others to the backyard to watch the ranking battle.

In the three-generation disciple area, the fourth and seventh elders are presiding over the battle.

In the crowd, Tang Ming excitedly said: "Boss, do you know where we are now in the sect?" His tone was full of pride.

Tang Bufan thought for a while, "I remember it seems to be over forty!"

"Boss, that was more than a year ago! It's already out of date!" Tang Ming retorted.

Tang Bufan was slightly taken aback. There are currently about 100 disciples of the third generation of Clear Sky Sect, but only about 50 actually participated in the qualifying competition.

Because the minimum requirements for qualifying are great spirit masters, that is to say, only spirit powers above the 20th rank are eligible to participate.

Although the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were generally talented, and they had also practiced the Primordial Primordial Technique, most of them were over twelve years old to reach the twentieth level.

As for the fifty or so people who participated in the qualifying competition, the spirit masters and spirit masters were the main ones, and there were very few spirit sects.

Tang Bufan carefully looked at Tang Ming and the others, and their spirit power levels immediately appeared in his mind.

Tang Ming, Thirty-two Soul Venerable.

Tang Feng, a thirty-three-level Soul Venerable.

Ye Zihan, Thirty-two Soul Venerable.

Qing Yu, thirty-two Soul Venerable.

Qingshan forty-one soul sect.

No wonder Tang Ming is so proud. A year ago, he was only a great soul master, but now he has become a soul master, and his ranking has indeed improved a lot.

Tang Bufan first glanced at the other people's cultivation bases, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said: "Although your cultivation bases have soared, you have only just been promoted to Soul Sovereign, and your ranking should be after 30!"

Tang Ming's five people were immediately stunned, because Tang Bufan was right, Tang Ming was currently ranked 31st in the sect.

Tang Feng said with admiration: "Boss, you are really amazing, you can guess it right at once! Among the five of us, Brother Qingshan is the strongest, ranking sixth in the sect, followed by me in the twenty-ninth, Qingyu three Twelve, Zihan didn't participate because he was an auxiliary soul master!"

Tang Bufan glanced at Qingshan in surprise. There were six Soul Sect disciples in the three generations of Clear Sky Sect, and he ranked sixth. Does that mean that he defeated a Soul Sect-level clan brother.

At this moment, the game has started on the field.

The fourth and seventh elders who presided over the game waved to Tang Bufan, who said goodbye to Tang Ming and walked towards the two elders.

The fourth elder joked: "Xiaofan, are you planning to participate in the ranking battle? With your strength, you are simply bullying them!"

Tang Bufan waved his hands again and again, and said a little embarrassedly: "Grandpa Fourth Elder, I just came to see! I won't participate in the competition."

As the fourth elder said, he now even surpasses the three generations of disciples in spirit power. Except for Tang Long and Tang Hu, two newly promoted spirit kings who can barely fight with him, the others may not even be able to take a single move. live.

Suddenly, the seventh elder said with bright eyes, "Xiaofan, are you interested in competing with your uncles?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Tang Bufan was stunned, but even the Fourth Elder was stunned!

Among the second-generation disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, the weakest one was the Soul Emperor, and if not counting the Sect Master, the strongest one was already an eighty-fourth-level Soul Douluo.

Tang Bufan is now a Level 56 Soul King. With the quality of his Soul Ring and other cards, he is really no weaker than Soul Emperor. As for how far he can achieve it, it's hard to say!

Thinking of this, the four elders also thought about it, trying to measure the extent of Tang Bufan's strength!

After a while, Tang Bufan calmed down and said excitedly, "Grandpa Seventh Elder, is it really okay?"

Seeing Tang Bufan's agreement, the seventh elder smiled slightly, "Of course you can, but you will have to wait for a while until the third-generation disciple ranking competition is over!"

Tang Bufan had long wanted to find an opponent to test the power of the fifth spirit ability. The sect uncle was naturally an excellent opponent, but he had never thought of it before!

In just two hours, the ranking competition of the three generations of disciples was over, and the rankings basically remained unchanged. Only a few disciples succeeded in the challenge, and their rankings moved forward, but most of them remained unchanged.

After all, everyone is cultivating together during the day, and their respective strengths are basically clear.

The purpose of Zongmen formulating this qualifying competition is to hope that everyone can compete with each other, and at the same time can supervise each other.