Yang Shengfeng didn't look at Xuehan. His eyes were looking into the distance, and his consciousness was staring at Yang Yingfeng and his party. Although the return journey had begun today, Yang Shengfeng did not dare to relax in the Qingsong Mountains. During the hunting process, not only Yang Yingfeng's team, but other teams also encountered irresistible dangers. Although he prevented the tragedy in time, some people were still injured. Especially Yang Pi's small team. In order to seize a piece of Essence Bone Grass, Yang Pi ran to the area where the second-level ferocious beasts were active.
When Yang Shengfeng arrived on his own, Yang Pi was already in critical condition and almost lost his life in the Qingsong Mountains. Yang Pi also forced himself at the last moment and successfully broke through the limit again. And as a blessing in disguise, he succeeded at the last moment, breaking through the mountain-viewing realm, becoming a true cultivator, and embarked on a path that defies heaven.
This also made Yang Pi excited. After all, his lifelong wish was to avenge his father, and now he has successfully become a cultivator, which is a big step closer to his wish. How could Yang Pi not be excited about this. Yang Pi also boasted all the way. Among the group of thirty-two people, only I was at the forefront, and the joy in my heart was self-evident.
"I didn't expect that Pizi would have such an opportunity." The speaker was Yang Qingjue. He also understood that such an opportunity was rare, and Yang Pi's breakthrough cost him half his life. exchanged. Yang Qingjue was also happy for Yang Pi in his heart. Although Yang Pi was still young, he always kept the blood feud against his father in his heart, and he himself was depressed all day long. The name Pi Zi was also what everyone expected him to be. It's something you can take to be happier. At this moment, he finally smiled again, and Yang Qingjue was also happy for him.
"Yes, Pizi can finally breathe a sigh of relief this time." A young man about the same age as Yang Yingfeng said. He also felt happy for Yang Pi and smiled.
"Xinqi, please don't cancel Pi Zi." Yang Yingfeng said with a warm expression on his face, but he still couldn't hide the smile on his lips. Yang Pi hadn't smiled for a long time. Seeing his long-lost smile made Yang Yingfeng happy for Yang Pi.
"It's okay, everyone will become cultivators in the future, and we must all work hard." Although Yang Pi became a cultivator, he did not feel relaxed at all. He deeply understood that the power of the Qushan tribe was not something that he, a monk who had just entered the realm of cultivation, could match. Yang Pi's sword hung on him, never relaxing, but getting tighter and tighter. Especially the leader of the Silver-blooded Cavalry, Yang Pi hated him so much that he wished he could eat his flesh and invade his skin. Yang Pi looked at the distant east, where was Qushan City, the headquarters of the Qushan tribe.
Obviously Yang Pi is always reminding himself to avenge his father.
"Well, we all have to work hard." Yang Xinqi also followed Yang Pi's eyes and stared at Qushan City. Yang Xinqi's father also died in that battle, and he also hated the silver-blooded cavalry. The hatred shown in his eyes is self-evident.
A group of thirty-two people, chatting and laughing, rushed towards the foot of the mountain.
"Then you can take your people and leave." Yang Shengfeng said lightly. He didn't appreciate Xue Han's humiliation. He had someone with such overwhelming evil aura as Qing Ying under his command. He thought that Xue Han was not a kind person, and he was not a kind person. It could be seen from his blood-red clothes that this person was also very murderous, but Yang Shengfeng still held back. Yang Shengfeng also knew about that battle that year, and most people in the village had a blood feud with him. There were definitely not a few people who died at his hands back then, and their children had not forgotten the blood feud, and these children still needed to grow up. Yang Shengfeng felt that Xuehan should be left for them, so that they could not only train soldiers for these children, but also Avenge their blood with your own hands.
"Yes, senior." Xue Han bowed with his fists in his hands and stepped away respectfully. Turn around and shout: "Let's go."
"Commander..." someone shouted.
"Let's go." Xue Han interrupted the man's words, his mouth was trembling, and his voice contained his own unwillingness, but Xue Han had no choice but to do so, and his eyes were filled with regret. I never thought that one of my careless actions would lead to such consequences. The silver-blooded cavalry that he built by himself will definitely lose more than 60% in this mission, leaving only 80 people behind him.
"Commander, are you just leaving like this?" said the man who was supporting the squad leader who was seriously injured by Yang Shengfeng just now. He stared at Yang Shengfeng as if he was complaining about his squad leader.
"Let's go." Xuehan closed his eyes, fearing that the people behind him would change their minds, and shouted, with a line of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. Although Xuehan was ruthless, even cold-blooded, he was also very unbearable towards the children of the tribe. One hundred and forty people , the good sons and daughters of one hundred and forty families stayed in this ruthless Qingsong Mountains forever.
The eighty silver-blooded cavalry were unwilling to give in, but they did not dare to disobey the commander's order, so they had no choice but to turn around and walk down the mountain. Some people even looked back at Yang Shengfeng after turning around, as if they wanted to remember Yang Shengfeng's face.
The eighty-man cavalry left lonely. Yang Shengfeng stared at the retreating cavalry and sighed in his heart. The world is so cruel. If you are strong, others will be afraid of you. Isn't that what happened to him back then. Thinking of this, Yang Shengfeng shook his head helplessly.
"Senior, junior, please leave." Xue Han finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Shengfeng did not have murderous intentions again. Xue Han was afraid that Yang Shengfeng would change his mind and killed him, but when he found that Yang Shengfeng did not attack again, he was secretly lucky with his efforts. Xue Han bowed respectfully to Yang Shengfeng again. The strength of the person in front of him was definitely at the level of his ancestors. It seemed that this time he really hit the wall. It was even a little unclear. Xue Han was also very depressed.
"I know you are dissatisfied, but the world is like this. You are also a cultivator, so you should understand this truth. I won't explain it." Yang Shengfeng seemed to be explaining to Xue Han, but also seemed to be talking to himself, without looking at Xue Han. , paused, and then said, "Stop probing. I am from Yangjiacun. I will protect Yangjiacun from now on. If you, the Qushan tribe, still want to take action, think about it yourself." Yang Shengfeng didn't want to have endless troubles in the future. Trouble, looked at the man in red in front of me. The tone was indifferent, as if he didn't take the Qushan tribe seriously.
"Yes, this junior has been taught a lesson. I must remember the teachings." Xue Han sighed in his heart. It seems that the tribe will restrain itself in the future. For such a powerful enemy, even if the Qushan tribe can defeat it, I am afraid that the Qushan tribe will not survive. Even the Qushan tribe cannot accept such consequences.
"Let's go." After Yang Shengfeng finished speaking, he disappeared into the forest.
"I didn't expect that there would be people with such cultivation in the Western Frontier, hey..." Xue Han sighed, not daring to collect the corpses of the people on the ground. For such a master, Xue Han was really afraid. The look in his eyes just now made Xue Han feel terrible when he thought about it. Until this moment, Xue Han even felt that even his ancestors were probably no match for this person.
"The weather in the west is about to change." Xue Han raised his head and looked at the sky, his face extremely desolate. Unexpectedly, only 80 of the 200 people who were so high-spirited before going up the mountain returned. Xue Han stared at the sky for a long time and walked down the mountain.
