Under the base city, the battlefield is silent.
Whether it was the tribal warriors or King Zhenxi, everyone stopped at the same time and focused on Ye Wentian.
"call!"
"..."
Without waiting for everyone's reaction.
Ye Wentian stepped forward and stood in front of the tribal saint in the next second.
"You...what are you going to do?" The tribal saint's face was pale. She originally looked a little yandere, but now she trembled slightly and staggered back, giving people the feeling that she was going to be on the spot at any moment.
Ye Wentian did not respond.
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the person in front of him.
In front of the tribal warriors, he put his backhand on his waist, turned around and walked towards the base city without looking back.
"Before dark, let Feng Zhou of the Tengmu clan send my people back safely."
"Otherwise, I will kill her."
Ye Wentian's voice quickly echoed throughout the venue.
The warriors from the surrounding tribes trembled unconsciously, and after a moment of reaction, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
There may be some figures from ancient times to the present who take the heads of enemy generals from among thousands of troops.
But a scene like this, where he directly charged forward and no one dared to stop the coach alive, was definitely the first one in history.
"Gan death?"
"How to do it?"
"What does the Great Flame Dragon King mean? Damn it! Retreat...report this matter to the tribe immediately. If it's too late, the saint will be in danger."
The uncle of the Frostwolf tribe reacted, and his expression suddenly changed.
This siege cannot be fought.
It's impossible to fight!
The Dragon King of Dayan defeated the entire Wasteland Tribe by himself. When the Zhenxi King Tiger Guards rush forward, they may all be annihilated today.
There was no hesitation in speaking. The uncles of the major tribes immediately issued orders, and the tribal warriors retreated one after another.
at the same time.
Ye Wentian was already approaching the border city wall.
The tribal saint, after struggling to no avail, turned pale as a sheet and simply gave up the struggle.
"Congratulations to the Great Flame Dragon King!"
"Today's great achievement, Qi will definitely report it to the Imperial Capital. Mr. Ye will be regarded as the pillar of my Great Flame."
"..."
King Zhenxi came forward with a smile on his face and the tiger guards.
The reverence in Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and other captains' eyes at this moment came from the bottom of their hearts.
Ye Wentian smiled.
He wouldn't take these false names too seriously.
"Prisoners, watch out. I will leave Xizhou after tonight." Ye Wentian didn't say anything more and threw the man in his hand forward.
The Wasteland Tribe, Tengzu is there, and you can visit it at any time, there is no rush.
Something happened in Xizhou, and Ye Wentian was going to go back to the Xuan family first.
Qinshan River, we have to see it.
The arrangement of the Xuan Family Xuan Formation and its sub-formations still had to be discussed with Xuan Jingcheng.
"So fast?"
"Mr. Ye is busy, so Qi doesn't dare to keep him. From now on, if there is any use for me, Qi Chong, in Dayan, Qi will be on call."
Qi Chong was just stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and quickly raised his hand and spoke.
In the previous imperial capital, I was bewitched by Huang Qi Laodeng and had a small feud with the Great Yan Dragon King. Now I still need to try my best to have a good relationship with the people in front of me.
Ye Wentian nodded and moved closer to the city.
Dark, Yongyue followed closely.
Tens of thousands of tiger guards in front spontaneously stood on both sides and made way for them. They all raised their hands and saluted, with reverence in their eyes.
In the base city, there is a small camp building.
After Ye Wentian returned to the building, he quickly entered a state of cultivation. The battle in front of the city had consumed him a lot, and the spiritual power of the Dong family's Lingquan was not yet completely stable.
It will take some time to take further steps in terms of strength.
In front of the small building, Li Qiye was waiting as usual.
On the contrary
Yongyue was nowhere to be seen.
Time flies, the day passes quickly, and the sky becomes dark.
In front of the camp building, not far away, there was suddenly an angry shout.
"Let me go!"
"If this saint hadn't recovered from her injuries, I would have raised my hand to kill you." The tribal saint's face was red, and the anger in her eyes could not be concealed.
She was now wrapped in quilt, and her entire body was being carried on Yongyue's shoulders.
"Click!"
"..."
The sound of clothes tearing.
"Don't move, otherwise I won't mind destroying your martial arts foundation first." Yong Yue raised her hand, and the spiritual blade rested on the quilt, tearing off the clothes of the person inside.
The tribal saint's eyes trembled slightly and her face turned redder, probably because she was angry.
"You...you are seriously ill! What do you want to do? Prisoners must also have human rights." The tribal saint bit her silver teeth lightly.
"Brother Ye didn't kill you, it was already a mercy."
"To express your gratitude, you should make a donation. It will be good for you." Yong Yue's face was expressionless. Except in front of Ye Wentian, she usually had a cold expression.
As soon as these words came out.
The tribal saint's face froze, and she was obviously stunned.
What dedication?
Before she could react.
Yongyue, carrying the quilt, had already walked to the small building. She paused for a moment and looked up at Li Qiye in front of her.
Li Qiye's eyes just flickered for a moment, and there was no change in expression on his face.
His figure was wise enough to get out of the way.
This is not the first time Li Qiye has experienced this kind of thing. Brother Tian once said that women don’t need to be stopped.
Looking at each other, they both understood what the other meant.
"I'm in." Yongyue nodded slightly, without saying anything else, carrying the quilt and pushing open the door of the small building.
After entering, I climbed up to the second floor very skillfully.
"Brother Ye."
"I'll bring the tribal saint here." Yongyue stood in front of the room door and knocked lightly.
"You...you dare!"
"I am the Saint of the Frostwolf Tribe, one of the eight chief tribes of the Wasteland Tribe. You... don't mess around." The Tribal Saint's face turned red, and she felt a little belatedly until she was carried to the door. Take a moment to react.
same moment.
The door to the room opened slowly.
Ye Wentian's aura was restrained. He opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
"Yongyue, what are you doing?" Ye Wentian asked subconsciously.
Yongyue walked into the room without any nonsense.
Raise your hand.
"call!"
"..."
The quilt on his shoulders was put down, and the strength in his hands condensed.
The quilt was pulled away directly, and the figure of the clan saint appeared inside. She had exhausted herself during the day, and Yongyue had blocked all the veins in her body.
Being thrown away, his body spun around several times in a row. After he stabilized himself a little, he was already standing in front of Ye Wentian.
"I go!"
"You...what are you doing?" Ye Wentian looked at the naked figure in front of him, with an expression on his face pretending to be surprised.
But his eyes never moved away.
It has to be said that the tribal warriors have really good figures. Even this sickly saint is very proud with her gleam of white in front of her body.
"Prisoners, shouldn't they be sacrificed?" Yong Yue said subconsciously with a confused look on her face.
"Hey, can you change the word?"
Ye Wentian's mouth paused.
Now his eyes fell on Yong Yue, and he was obviously more appreciative.
Those who know me chant the moon.
"ah!"
"You... close your eyes, Great Flame Dragon King, please don't go too far. Our wasteland tribe has retreated, you... you still look!" Yong Yue's eyes were a little moist, her eyes were full of grievances, and she was a little incoherent for a moment.
Ye Wentian's eyes flashed and he looked politely
Eye.
The next moment, the expression on his face became more serious.
"It's dark." Ye Wentian murmured.
between words.
He raised his head for the first time and looked out the window.
Inside the house, the atmosphere was slightly solidified.
When the tribal saint heard this, her body couldn't stop trembling. She was not sure whether the wasteland tribe would hand over the only person who could threaten the Great Flame Dragon King for her.
If she doesn't surrender, her fate can be imagined.
