"These kids..." Yang Shengfeng came to the top of Yang Yingfeng's group and watched them talking and laughing on their way. He smiled slightly on his unchanging face and floated down.
"At your speed, I'm afraid it'll be late at night when you get back." Yang Shengfeng deliberately kept a straight face, as if to blame. In fact, he also understood that many of these people had a blood feud with the Silver-blooded Cavalry or the Qushan tribe. After this hunting, Yang Pi successfully broke through to the Mountain Viewing Realm. This was also a great opportunity for these children who had a blood feud with them. Saw the light.
"Uncle Shengfeng, many people are injured now, so our speed is much slower than before we came here. Please don't blame Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Yingfeng explained that this hunting is for everyone. I have grown a lot, especially the kind of realization on the edge of life and death, which is a rare and precious experience.
"Well, you can see for yourself, but try to speed up the pace. We are still within the Qingsong Mountain Range, so don't be careless." Yang Shengfeng did not blame anyone. I know that everyone is talking and laughing along the way. It is not just a simple chat, but also an exchange of valuable experiences. This will actually help everyone grow.
"Thank you, Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Zhen's voice sounded. Yang Zhen has a free and easy personality. After this training, his personality has become more obvious, but his previous loose aura has weakened a lot. But that out-of-the-box personality has not changed at all.
Yang Shengfeng was speechless, shook his head, and walked in front of a group of people. He could avoid the area where the silver-blooded cavalry had previously been active, and headed down the mountain.
"What did you say?" One person exclaimed as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"It's true, haven't you heard?" Another person sat across from a wine table, picked up the wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"How could this happen? What kind of strength is Yangjiacun? How could the Silver-Blooded Cavalry lose so much?" Apparently the person opposite still couldn't believe what the person in front of him said.
"It is said that Master Xuehan was so frightened that he didn't even make a move." There was a person at the wine table next to him carrying a long sword, holding a wine flask in his hand, and was pouring wine.
"No way, in this western border, and in Yangjia Village, how could there be such strength?" You must know that Lord Xuehan in their mouth is a strong man who is on the verge of breaking through to the mountain-building realm, how could he be so frightened that he could not even make a move? Come on, what kind of strength does that have to be? The speaker was also filled with doubts. These people are cultivators who have been active in the Qingsong Mountains all year round. Although their strength is not weak, they are still a little afraid of the silver-blooded cavalry, especially the blood-han. But at this moment, I heard that someone was so shocked that Xuehan suffered such a tragic defeat. No one had ever done that.
"It is said that the corpses have not been collected. Do you think it is miserable?" Another person sat down at another table and asked for a pot of wine and a pound of meat, interjecting.
"Silver-blooded Iron Cavalry has always been successful. It seems that this time..." The speaker did not continue. Obviously he was very afraid of the silver-blooded cavalry.
"It's time to have the energy to kill Xuehan." The speaker had also suffered a loss at the hands of Xuehan before.
"Scholar Can Jian, Xue Han has a deep hatred for you. You should be happy and happy to hear that he is defeated." A scar on the face of the speaker made him look extremely ferocious.
"Huh." Scholar Can Jian was a little angry, but the sleeve of his left arm was empty. Back then, he broke through to the ninth level of Guanshan Realm, thinking that he could fight with Xue Han, so he approached Xue Han, but before he could make a move, Xue Han chopped off one of his arms. For him, this was a great shame and humiliation. Although some people were making fun of him today, he naturally didn't feel good about it.
"But it seems that there are people backing Yangjiacun." The man who ordered wine and meat was chewing the meat in his mouth.
"The battle that year was tantamount to catastrophe for Yangjiacun, and hunting was prohibited by the Qushan tribe. But this time Xuehan suffered a loss. I wonder what will happen next?" The visitor was in a hurry. After coming down from the Qingsong Mountains, there was still a look of exhaustion on his face, so he immediately asked for meat and started chewing it.
"The Qushan tribe will definitely not give up. You must know that the Silver-Blooded Iron Cavalry is the law enforcement team of the Qushan tribe, and some people actually dare to massacre." The speaker paused and continued, "It seems that the West Frontier will not be peaceful in the future. ”
"Who says it's not?" This was the second brother who came up to interject. He was dressed in coarse cloth and was very busy serving wine and meat to the guests.
Yang Shengfeng and his group finally returned to Yangjiacun at dusk.
As soon as they returned to the village, they saw old man Yang Qingyu standing at the entrance of the village, waiting for them. Yang Shengfeng's original plan was to come back today, and old man Yang Qingyu also waited here all day. When he saw the group of people appearing in his field of vision, Yang Qingyu's face was filled with joy. Looking at the group of people slowly approaching, Yang Qingyu's mouth showed a smile. Yangjia Village has been closed to the mountains for nearly ten years, and its life has been peaceful. Although there have been no major disasters, Yang Qingyu does not want to rest on his laurels in this western frontier. If you can move forward, no one will stand still. And for ordinary people, becoming a cultivator and increasing their lifespan is a goal that people in this world are unwilling to give up, and who would give up easily.
Yang Shengfeng and his party soon arrived in front of old man Yang Qingyu. As early as when Yang Shengfeng and the others approached, the old man had already counted several people, and found that there were still many people, and he felt even more happy. He hurriedly greeted him.
"Uncle Qingyu, we are back." Yang Shengfeng hurried forward.
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Yang Qingyu patted Yang Shengfeng's shoulder, knowing that Yang Shengfeng's contribution to the thirty-two people's escape from the Qingsong Mountains safely was definitely the biggest one. There is no doubt about this. The old man's eyes were a little moist, and he stared at the thirty-two people behind him. He was relieved when he saw that some people were injured, but the number was not reduced. You must know that after they set off, the old man had been feeling restless and uneasy, and even woke up from nightmares at night. Seeing them all come back at this moment, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and the old man gently wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"Grandpa." Yang Pi stepped forward, hugged Yang Qingyu, and choked with sobs.
Yang Qingyu gently patted Yang Pi's back to comfort Yang Pi.
Except for Yang Ning, the others also looked at Yang Qingyu with wet eyes. They understood what this hunting meant to the old man in front of them, and they also understood the pain and suffering that the old man had endured over the years. pressure.
Dusk quickly slipped away, the sun withdrew its light and disappeared on the mountaintops on the west side, and the sky and earth slowly darkened. This all happens quietly.
"Okay, let's go back quickly." Yang Qingyu let go of Yang Pi in his arms and said as he saw the sky getting dark. With that said, Yang Qingyu led everyone into the village.
After dusk, Yangjia Village is quiet and peaceful, without any noise, sitting among the mountains.
"What? You actually failed?" A furious voice came from the main hall of the Qushan tribe. Xuehan stood respectfully in the center of the hall, while a person above him was wearing luxurious clothes.
"Yes, clan leader." Xue Han responded.
"The other party had only one person, but he killed a hundred and forty Silver-blooded Iron Cavalry people?" The man suppressed his anger and tried not to let it explode. "What kind of strength does this person have?"
"I don't know, according to my estimation, it is at least the sixth level of Mountain Building Realm." Xue Han recalled the situation at that time, especially when he remembered that look in his eyes, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, it was so scary.
"Building Mountain Realm?" The leader of the Qushan Tribe seemed unable to believe his ears, "How can there be a strong man in the Mountain Building Realm in the Western Frontier, and in Yangjia Village, and a strong man in the Sixth Level Realm?" Several people in succession? The question seems to be asking the blood cold, and some seems to be asking myself.
"Thorough investigation," the man continued.
"Yes." Xuehan said respectfully.
"You made such a mistake this time, go to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive the punishment yourself." The patriarch of the Qushan tribe suppressed his anger and waved his hand, signaling Xue Han to retreat. Feeling very unhappy, I turned around and walked towards the darkness.
