The years when I would transform

During the long 23,000 years, the Tianjiao Association has been like a shining beacon, illuminating the glorious path of countless talents.

During the twenty-three thousand years, a total of twenty-three Tianjiao Conferences have been held. Each session has condensed the legends of the times and witnessed the birth and end of countless legends.

The champions of each Tianjiao Conference have fought bloody battles in the Tianjiao Conference and reached the top. Afterwards, they all become the strongest people in the universe in the realm of Rong Shen, suppressing countless galaxies.

Even though there are countless brilliant evolvers, no one can sweep away the Tianjiao Society, but Wang Xiao shamelessly claims that he wants to sweep away the Tianjiao Society.

Under the influence of Wang Xiao's shocking remarks, every corner of the universe seemed to be swept by an invisible storm.

The comments surged like a tide, with all kinds of emotions intertwined in them, including astonishment, anger, ridicule, and mockery...

"Haha, this kid must be crazy, right? How can he push the Tianjiao Association just because he wants to?"

"I've heard that the Yanhuang people like to brag, and it turns out to be true."

"What is Niubi?" Some evolvers didn't know what Niubi was and humbly asked for advice.

"A toy that only the strongest person in the universe can blow up." An evolver gave a self-righteous answer.

At this time, a paid barrage picture popped up. It was an ink painting with clouds and mists, and overlapping mountains. Indistinctly, a figure in white stood on the top of the mountain with fluttering clothes, like an immortal isolated from the world.

At the feet of the man in white, there are evolvers of countless races, and these evolvers are all crawling at his feet.

"Who is so showy that he actually pays to transmit paintings?" An evolver was puzzled.

"What does this painting mean? Who is this person in white?" Some people are curious about the identity of the person in the painting.

"Look at the lower right corner of the painting, there are words there!"

After an evolver reminded them, the cosmic netizens noticed that there were words in the lower right corner of the ink painting.

[I swept through the Tianjiao Club, leaving no trace. When the work is done, I will leave. Wang Xiao is my name. I am a Yanhuang painter - a modern Picasso. I speak for myself.]

"Modern Picasso? Yanhuang people?"

"This is a satire that we are not as good as the Yanhuang people. Damn it, brothers, crowdfund to kill Picasso."

"Wang Xiao of the Yanhuang clan is nothing. If he sees me, I will kill him in minutes." An evolver was unhappy.

"Then... why weren't you invited by the Tianjiao Club?" someone objected.

"Downstairs, me! @#￥#@%...#￥% your mother!"

"Upstairs, your mother @￥#! @￥#@￥I..."

"..."

There were more and more barrages of comments, and gradually a war of words began. No matter whether they knew each other or whether there was racial hatred, they just cursed at each other, and it didn't matter who they were cursing. In short, if they didn't curse a few times, they felt like they were not part of the group.

Finally, someone ended the war of words with a comment.

"I just watched the live broadcast of the White Feather Clan. The Saintess and Son of the White Feather Clan are looking for Wang Xiao. Wang Xiao is in trouble."

It is unknown whether Wang Xiao is in trouble or not, but some netizens saw that Wang Xiao wanted to cause trouble for the Baiyu tribe...

"What the hell, do you want to capture a few women from the White Feather Tribe?" Frevogon screamed. Wang Xiao just said that he wanted to capture a few women from the White Feather Tribe.

Wang Xiao nodded seriously and said, "I have seen women from the White Feather Clan. They are very beautiful and qualified to be my maid."

The women of the White Feather Tribe are indeed beautiful, with long legs and curvy figure, especially their tiny waists and crystal clear wings, so charming...

"Why, do you dislike the White Feather Clan?" Wang Xiao asked back when he saw Frevogon's shocked expression.

"The White Feather Tribe is so ugly, how could you have the heart to do that to them?" Frevogon's shocked expression suddenly turned into disgust, and he curled his lips.

This sentence caught Wang Xiao off guard. All the men and women of the Baiyu tribe were extraordinarily beautiful, so how could they be ugly?

"Old Lei, what's so ugly about the White Feather Clan?"

"Their legs are so long, aren't they ugly? Look at the women of our Pearl tribe, they have short legs and long bodies, that's what we call pretty." Frevogon raised his head and looked at Wang Xiao, with a look of disappointment.

The women of the Mingzhu tribe do have long upper bodies and short lower bodies. Except for the Jiang tribe and the Mingzhu tribe, almost no one would marry a woman of the Mingzhu tribe.

Wang Xiao lowered his head and looked at Freyvogon. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly realized: "It is indeed [ugly]. You can't even reach their buttocks. It's inconvenient."

Freyvogon didn't react for a moment, and said with relief: "It's ugly to begin with. What's the point of you capturing their saint? Just serve tea and water?"

Wang Xiao smiled and jumped off the mountain.

"I pushed forward, I pushed forward, I didn't know what to do, I captured three women from the White Feather Tribe in one go, one to sweep the floor, one to cook, and one to be a wet nurse..."

Wang Xiao's voice blew across the mountain peaks, echoing in the valley...

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, several geniuses of the White Feather Clan suddenly stopped. One of them, who looked handsome but not like a man, moved his ears slightly.

"Huh? Why do I hear someone singing?"

Next to him was a woman of extreme beauty. This woman was like a dewdrop blooming in the morning light, exuding irresistible temptation and holiness. She had a graceful figure, black hair draped over her shoulders, and transparent and crystal wings fluttering gently behind her, bringing up a hazy and holy energy factor.

These two are the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Baiyu Clan. Both are evolvers at the Heavenly Man Realm. In the future, they will be expected to become evolvers at the Supreme No-Mind level, or even at the God Fusion level.

When the Saint heard the Saint's words, her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, and she said in a clear and ethereal voice, "I heard it. You are so arrogant that you dare to arrest us. Could it be that Wang Xiao?"

When they heard the name Wang Xiao, the eyes of several other Baiyu people turned red instantly.

It was because of Wang Xiao that their relatives died during the tribe’s most solemn festival, and the tribe members were unable to raise their heads in front of all other tribes.

Although before participating in the Tianjiao Conference, the elders of the clan had warned him to avoid Wang Xiao and not to be reckless when he saw him, as there were others to deal with Wang Xiao.

But as geniuses, how could these people swallow this humiliation?

Let them get out of the way?

This is a slap in their face.

There is a pride in the bones of the geniuses, a pride that looks down on the rest of the pack, so they will never back down when facing their enemies.

"Holy Son, Holy Daughter, Wang Xiao is nearby. Let me capture him." An evolver from the White Feather Clan volunteered to capture Wang Xiao.

They believed that Wang Xiao's strength was exaggerated. After all, they had never seen Wang Xiao in action and had only heard about it from the deceased Long Zekun.

However, Long Zekun's strength can only be considered upper-middle level in the Baiyu clan. Long Zekun can fight with Wang Xiao for hundreds of rounds, so Wang Xiao's strength is at most slightly stronger than Long Zekun, so he is not to be feared.

The Holy Son looked in the direction where the voice came from, then turned to look at the Holy Lady and said, "What do you think, Holy Lady?"

The Saint Girl spoke calmly, "Don't underestimate the enemy. The number of Yanhuang people in the Tianjiao Association is not less than ours. It's better to be careful."

She was worried that there were other Yanhuang people around Wang Xiao. The Yanhuang people were a big trouble, especially those who could transform, who were even more troublesome.