Chapter 626： Ancient survivors

But they couldn't hate Ye Yang again.

Modern warriors have a strong worship for the strong.

In Yang Mo's view, Ye Yang deserves his respect if he defeated him head-on.

Respecting the strong is the last word of modern warrior civilization.

"Oh? You want to answer my question?" The old fog demon's jokes came from the mist.

He obviously noticed Yu Qiu next to Ye Yang, but he didn't pay much attention.

Yu Qiu is indeed an acquaintance, but it is just an acquaintance.

How can acquaintances have fun with these outsiders?

"If you answer the question correctly, what's the reward?" Ye Yang glanced at this grateful girl and asked casually.

The old fog demon smiled slightly, "Then you can pass through the fog valley."

"I will give you the token if you answer the right question. Holding the token can disperse the miasma and mist."

"Okay, you can ask." Ye Yang said with blinking eyes.

A wretched and hoarse laughter came from the mist, "Excuse me, 530 years ago, what ancient survivors are on the land of Guhua?"

This question was thrown out, and the audience fell into a dead silence.

Everyone, you stare at me, I stare at you with big eyes and small eyes, completely wondering what the old fog demon asked.

The word "Guhua" is easy to understand, and should refer to the country of Guhua.

What do the ancient survivors mean? A race left over from ancient times?

A large group of people, including Wei Dan, were quite confused.

They are the backbone of elites in various sects, and they are also strictly required to read some ancient classics.

I don't want to remember anything, but I want to have a clearer understanding of the ancient background.

But even for them, they don't know what ancient survivors.

Besides, you also mentioned the precise time of 530 years. What if an ancient survivor was annihilated at this time?

"You have a quarter of an hour to answer this question." The old fog demon said slowly without being too difficult.

"A quarter of an hour?" Ye Yang shook his head.

The old fog demon thought he had given up directly, and said unhappy, "Is it too short?"

"No, a quarter of an hour is too long, I can give the answer now." Ye Yang smiled lightly.

"Five hundred years ago, it was called the modern antiquity. At that time, there were many clans on the land of Guhua, and there were still many ancient remnants in the deep mountains, huge valleys and inaccessible places."

"On the coast of the East China Sea, there is a clan of sea barbarians."

"Under Longmai Mountain, there is a mountain spirit family."

"In the poor Zhougu, there are the survivors of the Qiongqi."

"..."

Ye Yang said stubbornly, speaking without any memory or thinking.

"By the way, 530 years ago, it happened to be the year when the Shanling clan was wiped out. I was right."

Ye Yang chuckled lightly and looked at the fog that was enveloping the old fog demon.

The fog was white before, but now the color of the fog is changing crazily. It wasn't until Ye Yang stopped to ask the old fog demon that it slowly turned white.

Yu Qiu next to him watched, secretly startled.

Of course others don't know what the change in the color of the fog means to the old fog demon, but her old acquaintance knows it all.

The faster the color changes, the more shocked and excited the old fog demon's mood.

Obviously, Ye Yang's words completely surprised the old fog demon.

Not only him, but the young warriors under the stage were all shocked at the same time.

Are there so many things that we don't know on the land of Guhua?

The sea barbarian, the mountain spirit, even the strangeness in the myth?

It's... it's just too hot!

The color of yearning even appeared in Yang Mo's eyes.