Uchiha Madara's Journey to the Heavens

Chapter 70
While waiting, Uchiha Madara began to observe Yunlanzong.

In addition to the superficial grandeur and the powerhouse of the Dou Zong behind the scenes, there is one thing about the Misty Cloud Sect that caught Uchiha Madara's attention, and that was the large formation of the Misty Yun Sect.

At this moment, more than a thousand disciples of Misty Cloud Sect were sitting in suitable positions, their breathing rhythms were exactly the same, and their breaths were entangled with each other. Anywhere they touched, they would be attacked continuously and swiftly like a torrential rain.

More than a thousand people in the entire square are like one body, and if thousands of people fight together, even the strongest Douhuang might have to avoid the edge for the time being.

The ninja world is too little involved in things like formations, and more is the enchantment sealing technique. Even if everyone is gathered together, it can gather the strength of four or five people at most.

Madara now holds the power of the ten tails, and it is very easy to separate thousands of shadow clones.

So Madara couldn't help thinking, what would be the effect of using this large formation after he used the shadow clone.

The combination of these thousand masters can rival the Dou Huang, spanning three levels.

Although it is because of the low level of dou qi realm, it is easier to cross, but can the combination of thousands of fighting emperors use this large formation to cross two levels and defeat Dou Sheng?
Thinking about it, Madara shook his head, the large formation of Misty Cloud Sect should have a certain upper limit, and maybe a more advanced formation can be achieved.

And the category of formations belongs to Madara's unknown territory now.

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 sound came out slowly, causing a slight change in the integrated atmosphere in the square.

In the arena, all the disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect opened their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the bluestone steps, from where the sound of footsteps came from.

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 huge black ruler on his back walked up the final steps with a single step.

Xiao Yan's eyes swept across the huge square without joy or sorrow, and finally stopped on the beautiful woman on the stone platform who also cast a pair of bright eyes over her.

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!"

Plain and simple words slowly floated over the huge square, causing the healing atmosphere permeating the square to be slightly turbulent and chaotic.

In the arena, countless disciples of Misty Cloud Sect looked at the young man in black robe at the stone steps with different emotions in their eyes. They were not unfamiliar with this young man named Xiao Yan.

The relationship between Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran made him the talk of many disciples of Misty Cloud Sect.

Of course, every time this name is mentioned, most people will have a little bit of disdain and sarcasm.

The children of a small family want to marry Nalan Yanran, who is as noble as a princess in the Yunlanzong, this undoubtedly seems to be overreaching in their eyes.

Especially after the three-year agreement spread in the sect, the sarcasm became much more intense. Of course, the sarcasm here is naturally not lacking in some kind of jealousy.

As the unattainable young master of the Yunlan Sect, countless Yunlan disciples regard her as the goddess in their hearts. When they meet each other on weekdays, they always face the delicate cheeks that remain indifferent. Anyone who wants to get closer to her Any contact will result in failure.

And Xiao Yan, the man who almost became Nalan Yanran's husband, is naturally extremely vulnerable to some deformed jealousy.

Coupled with jealousy and some rumors, these disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect naturally had a very bad impression of Xiao Yan, who had never met before. During the conversation, most of them were demoted if they could. It's worthless to swear not to give up.

However, today, looking at the young man who remained calm and calm even in the face of the combined momentum of nearly a thousand disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, some disciples with shrewd minds, after abandoning those negative emotions, felt a little awe-inspiring in their hearts.

Such an indifferent attitude is not something that the waste of the Xiao family they talk about usually can show it.

Nalan Yanran's bright eyes stared closely at the slightly thin young man not far away, and her eyes stayed on that delicate face, where she could vaguely recognize the outline of the young man back then.

It's just that three years have worn away the immaturity and sharpness of the young man, and the young man in front of him now no longer has the sharpness that suddenly erupted in the hall of the Xiao family, but is replaced by a deep restraint.

"He has really changed." A word quietly came out of Nalan Yanran's mind, and Nalan Yanran's eyes were slightly complicated.

She never imagined that that trash back then could actually come to Misty Cloud Sect without fear, and when facing nearly a thousand disciples of Misty Yun Sect, he was still as calm as a breeze, without the slightest nervousness or change of color.

"Nalan family, Nalan Yanran."

Standing up slowly, Nalan Yanran's delicate body was as tall and straight as a proud snow lotus, her bright eyes stared at Xiao Yan, and her voice was as calm as the latter.

In the arena, after Nalan Yanran stood up, the dozen or so white-robed old men above him finally opened their eyes slowly, and turned their gazes to Xiao Yan who was standing on the stone steps.

The old men looked at each other, they were all a little surprised, the current Xiao Yan, no matter where he looked at it, he couldn't tell that this was the waste of the Xiao family who had been ridiculed so much back then.

The white-robed old man in the center raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yan, and after a long while, he spoke slowly.

"You are Xiao Yan of the Xiao family?"

(End of this chapter)