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Chapter 297 Baile Tianluo
Qi Fengxiao blurted out the four words "treasure of the clan", and the reactions of the surrounding martial artists varied.

Those who don't know the inside story are just curious, and even hope to see the treasure with their own eyes, but...

Wang Jianxiong and Bao Tiefeng had solemn expressions. Although they tried their best to remain calm, their body language betrayed them.

These two outstanding warriors took half a step back at the same time.

Mao Laoliu, who was standing by, noticed something was wrong and bowed to Wang Jianxiong, asking, "Wang Lao Hu, can you give me some advice?"

"Cough cough!"

Wang Jianxiong sighed, "It doesn't hurt to tell you!"

"You also saw the Tiger's Accomplice Zombie Technique I used just now."

Why did you bring this up? You were clearly asking about the family treasure?
When Mao Laoliu heard him change the subject, although he was a little dissatisfied, he patiently continued to listen.

"The rules of Dayin Mountain divide disciples into different levels, just like tiger cubs in a den fighting for food. The one who survives is the ultimate tiger king."

"After entering the sect, the lowest-level disciples are called accomplices, which means to serve as accomplices to a tiger. I fought my way up from accomplice to tiger general."

"If the generals want to advance, they must fight with fists and compete for the position of Tiger General."

"In Dayin Mountain, the ratio of lackeys to tiger generals is 1000:1, and the competition is extremely fierce."

"Every time a fistfight takes place, the winner can devour the blood and energy of the loser to strengthen himself."

"If the henchman wins and swallows the tiger general's blood and essence, he can be promoted to the level of a tiger general in one leap."

"But if General Zhang loses, the loss will be huge."

"The steps of the martial arts path go up one level at a time. First you have strength, then you have blood. Blood and energy regenerate into essence, and after essence comes lifespan."

"A lackey is generally weaker than a tiger general. After a defeat, they will lack energy, blood and essence, so they will have to use their more precious lifespan to make up for it."

"The Tiger General has swallowed up General Zhang's energy and lifespan. He can use it for his own benefit and practice the secret technique of using the Tiger's lackey to replace the zombie technique."

"When a general is defeated, he will suffer huge losses. In serious cases, he will lose his life, or at least he will fall to a lower realm and will never be able to make any progress."

Hearing this, the martial artists all exclaimed, "So that's how it is."

The tiger-minion zombie technique uses the minions' energy and lifespan, which is equivalent to exchanging their lives for theirs.

No one knows how much of the general's energy and lifespan was consumed by that ball of flesh with all the facial features.

Bao Tiefeng lowered his head and suddenly thought of something.

According to rumors, Wang Jianxiong was originally at the Golden Tiger realm, equivalent to a mid-level martial artist. Later, he suffered a severe injury and fell to a lower realm. What exactly happened has always been a mystery and no one knows.

If it was a fistfight between disciples of the tiger's minions, then it would be explainable.

It turns out that the mighty Wang Lao Hu of Gongliang City is essentially just a loser eliminated by the sect.

"These are the news circulating outside, but there are even higher-level battles going on in Dayin Mountain."

"Above the Tiger Generals, there are the Biao Generals. As the saying goes, there is one Biao among ten tigers. Biao is a different species among tigers, like a tiger with wings."

Hearing this, Mao Laoliu laughed out loud, "What a coincidence, Zhou You is also called the Winged Tiger."

Wang Jianxiong glared at him and said, "They are not comparable. The generals of Dayin Mountain are top masters who have fought their way out of countless tiger generals. They are truly high-end combat power."

"I have fought for most of my life, but I am still a long way from being a brave general."

"More importantly, General Biao will be eligible to call upon the sect's treasure, which is equivalent to the clan treasure of an aristocratic family!"

"Now, do you understand the importance of the clan treasure?"

Well, Wang Lao Hu has the qualifications of a tiger general. Although there are many martial artists present, there are not many who can compare with him. At best, he is at the level of an elite general, and is far from being the legendary tiger general.

In other words, most of them will not even be qualified to touch or hear about the clan treasure in this lifetime.

The importance of the family treasure was presented to everyone in this way. Just because Qi Fengxiao was born into a noble family, he surpassed their efforts for most of their lives?

These martial artists who opened martial arts schools felt a little lost, but those martial artists who worked for aristocratic families felt even more lost.

On the field...

"Bailer Tianluo!"

When Xu Baigui saw a flash of purple light emerge, he immediately guessed that it was the family treasure that Qi Fengxiao had asked for.

The two great families ruled Gongliang City side by side, and they knew each other very well. Even the family treasures were no secret to each other.

In addition to the Baile Tianluo, the Qi family has another treasure that is even more powerful and can only be used in cases of life and death.

The influence of the activation of Baile Tianluo is much smaller.

This family treasure is essentially the remains of a powerful warrior, and its main material is a bunch of hair from the golden body of a powerful warrior.

When this thing is unfolded, purple light covers the sky and the earth. The enemy has no way to resist and can only fall into the net.

Although tightening the cable can strangle the target, its function is more inclined to trap and restrain the enemy.

Well, the Qi family spent a huge amount of money with the goal of capturing Yan Ping alive and getting his secret.

The Golden Immortal Dao is a great treasure, with magical means of controlling evil spirits and the ability to prolong life. Who wouldn't be jealous?
This is also the reason why Qi Fengxiao dared to take a gamble and made a huge profit!
Zhou You, wearing Yan Ping's vest, squinted and looked up at the sky. From the moment the purple light appeared, he realized that something was wrong.

The surrounding space was "controlled" and instantly became the opponent's accomplice, tightly trapping Zhou You's limbs and torso.

Constraints, pervasive constraints, came with great force.

At this moment, Zhou You hadn't even seen the specific appearance of Baile Tianluo.

No wonder Qi Fengxiao is so confident. Once this thing comes out, even the strongest warrior will have to dodge it.

The two great families have stood firm in Gongliang City. They really have some trump cards. Just because of the family treasures, warriors below the powerful dare not rebel.

"Panel, switch projection, turn the main body and the clone around."

At Zhou You's command, the panel flashed with light, and it happened quietly without anyone noticing.

Lu Zhigang, who was far away in the ruins of Moyun Village, shook his body twice and instantly became his original self, replacing the original clone.

Correspondingly, when facing Baile Tianluo's Zhou You, he switched to the clone transformed by the projection.

This process is completed at lightning speed.

"Please enter the French network."

Qi Fengxiao stretched out his fingers like swords, pointing them directly at Zhou You. As he shouted, purple light fell on his head like the scorching sun.

All the martial artists present squinted their eyes to resist the dazzling purple light, and vaguely saw a few crisscrossing lines.

In the center of the most intense purple light is the back of Yan Ping, the "stone-opener". He can't escape at this moment.

"bingo!"

Qi Fengxiao was overjoyed. At this moment, he was happier than ever before in his life.

The only feeling that could compare to this was when he was six years old and shot down his first flying bird with a bow and arrow.

Yan Ping, trapped in the Hundred-Le Heavenly Net, is like a flying bird, the prey that he has tried so hard to capture.

This is a sure thing. With this gain, the impact of using the clan treasure can be wiped out.

Successfully capturing a member of the Golden Immortal Sect alive could earn the merit of being heard by the higher-ups, attracting the attention and rewards of the main sect.

(End of this chapter)