"Don't reveal my identity for now, just say that I am your friend, my surname is Li, Mr. Li."
Yang Xiao took advantage of the hug and quietly told Xing Zhe.
He didn't want to bring disaster to the Xianghe tribe.
Once the tyrant sage knows that Yang Xiao has gone to Caiyun Continent and helped Xing Zhe, he may anger the Xianghe tribe and bring greater disaster to the Xianghe tribe.
Xing Zhe was surprised in his heart and didn't know what happened to Yang Xiao, but he still nodded alertly.
"Father, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Li, a good friend I met when I was training at Wuji Academy."
"Li, Mr. Li?"
Xing Xiaotian looked at the mysterious man in a cloak in front of him and thought, why doesn't this guy show his true face when he comes?
However, since his son had personally confirmed it, he no longer had any doubts and immediately clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Li, for coming to our Xianghe tribe in times of crisis. On behalf of the entire Xianghe tribe, I would like to thank Mr. Li for his deep friendship, and I would also like to thank Chief Haotian for his help to us."
"Hahaha, it's easy to say. Brother Xing, I can't be of much help. I brought some military rations, not much. Fifty thousand guards can feed them for about ten days."
Xing Xiaotian and others were very happy when they heard this. They were short of food now, and this food could just meet their urgent needs.
"Thank you, Patriarch Wu!"
Xing Xiaoyuan bowed deeply to Wu Haotian.
In his heart, Wu Haotian's assistance was far more helpful than the mysterious man Yang Xiao.
Xing Xiaoyuan immediately led Wu Haotian and others to fly to the camp.
Xing Zhe and Yang Xiao reunited after a long absence, and they fell behind to talk about some topics alone.
After a while, everyone arrived at the camp of the Xianghe clan guards.
Xing Xiaoyuan asked the guards to serve tea.
"Clan Chief Wu, Mr. Li, the war is difficult, conditions are limited, and there is nothing to entertain. I hope you won't be offended."
"Brother Xing, you're welcome. We are facing a formidable enemy, so keep everything simple."
Wu Haotian, Wu Yan, the second elder, the third elder, the fourth elder and others all took their seats in the tent and introduced each other. Yang Xiao and Xing Zhe sat together.
Wu Haotian is here just to help Yang Xiao. What he wants to do depends on Yang Xiao's instructions.
But in Xing Xiaoyuan's eyes, he obviously regarded Wu Haotian as the main guest and the leader among the crowd.
Wu Haotian coughed and looked at Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao naturally understood what Wu Haotian meant, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said:
"Chief Xing, please briefly introduce the Xianghe tribe's current situation, how many troops they have, how much food they have, what the opponent's troops are, and your response strategies and arrangements."
Xing Xiaoyuan exchanged glances with the First Elder, Third Elder, Eighth Elder and others. In their hearts, although they were grateful to Yang Xiao for coming to his aid in times of crisis, they did not have much hope for him.
Although Wu Haotian brought a thousand guards here, he was the only one who was at the primary level of the emperor, and the rest were at the emperor level, so it was impossible to turn the tide of the battle.
"Well, to be honest with you, our Xianghe clan is at the end of its rope and has no way out..."
Xing Xiaoyuan sighed, then briefly explained the situation, and finally said sadly:
"I am grateful to Master Li and Patriarch Wu for helping us in times of crisis, but this cannot change the situation of the war.
I don’t want to drag you into trouble. I will drink a glass of wine with you later and show my friendship as a landlord. In the evening, you will still return the same way you came from. It’s best not to let the Ula people know.
Otherwise, once the Ula tribe finds out, they will definitely take revenge on you. "
Wu Haotian and others actually have the same idea as Xing Xiaoyuan.
With just a thousand of them, they are undoubtedly a drop in the bucket and cannot change the situation of the war.
The reason why Wu Haotian staged such a big battle was to put his treasure on Yang Xiao.
Naturally, the elders under Wu Haotian did not dare to talk to each other. They just drank tea in silence. The atmosphere in the camp was very depressing.
Wu Yan and others looked at Yang Xiao, which made Xing Xiaoyuan and his men confused.
They really don't understand why the people of the Qiluo tribe are so in awe of this mysterious "Master Li".
Xing Zhe didn't say anything. At this time, he couldn't use friendship to kidnap Yang Xiao. After all, the Wula tribe and the Huanyu tribe were powerful and not easy to mess with.
Xing Zhe also saw Yang Xiao's power in the Zhongzhou Empire, but more importantly, Yang Xiao had a huge army and a group of brothers who were not afraid of death.
At this moment, Yang Xiao is alone. Facing the Ula tribe and the Huanyu tribe, can he turn the tide?
For a moment, everyone in the camp looked at the mysterious "Master Li" wearing a cloak.
"cough!"
Yang Xiao coughed lightly and said:
"The Ula tribe and the Huanyu tribe are actually nothing to be afraid of."
"..."
After Xing Xiaoyuan and others heard this, they didn't know how to answer the question. After all, Yang Xiao came to help with a sincere heart and it was not easy to embarrass Yang Xiao.
"How many troops are stationed outside the canyon by the two tribes?"
"One hundred thousand elites."
The great elder of the Xianghe tribe said that he wanted this mysterious man to wake up, and he emphasized the word "elite" very strongly.
"One hundred thousand? That's a small problem."
Yang Xiao said lightly.
「@#$%」
One hundred thousand guards is a small problem?
There were dozens of people in the camp, and except for Xing Zhe, everyone looked at Yang Xiao in confusion.
Even though Wu Haotian was mentally prepared, he was still shocked at this moment.
What ability does this mysterious Mr. Li have to be so arrogant?
"Master Li, they are one hundred thousand, not ten people."
The eighth elder of the Xianghe tribe couldn't hold back his anger, and his tone was filled with dissatisfaction.
Yang Xiao said this as if they were all incompetent.
One hundred thousand people chased the Xianghe tribe to a desperate situation, but in Yang Xiao's view, it was just a small problem, which obviously devalued all the Xianghe tribe's warriors.
Yang Xiao did not answer the eighth elder's words, turned to look at Xing Zhe, and said:
"I heard you were poisoned?"
"Oh, you know, the Ula tribe is good at using poison, and I accidentally fell into their trap."
"Looking at how you look now, it seems that you haven't completely detoxified yet?"
"The Ula tribe's poisons all have their own antidotes, and it's difficult for outsiders to cure them. However, I'm fine now and I won't die."
Xing Zhe comforted Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao looked at Wu Haotian and said:
"Clan Chief Wu, didn't you bring a miracle doctor who is good at detoxifying? Can you invite him over now to take a look?"
"Okay, just outside the camp, Yan'er, go and ask the ghost-hand doctor to come over and take a look at Young Master Xing's illness."
"yes."
Wu Yan stood up and walked out of the tent.
When Xing Xiaoyuan heard this, he also looked happy and said:
"Thank you, Patriarch Wu, for thanking you for your trouble."
"No, I also heard that Young Master Xing was poisoned, but I'm not sure whether my clan's ghost-hand doctor can cure him."
Just as he was talking, a tall, thin man with a long beard and a black face walked into the camp and nodded to Wu Haotian.
"Miracle doctor with ghost hands, please show it to Master Xing."
"yes."
Wu Yan led the ghost-hand miracle doctor to Xing Zhe.
The ghost-hand doctor first glanced at Xing Zhe's face with a troubled look on his face, then reached out and touched Xing Zhe's wrist, then took out a small knife, cut Xing Zhe's finger, and released a few drops of blood.
Normal people's blood is bright red, but the blood flowing out of Xing Zhe is black.
The ghost-hand doctor studied for a moment, clasped his fists at everyone, and said:
"Unfortunately, Master Xing has been poisoned so deeply that I can no longer cure him."
Xing Zhe smiled and comforted:
"I've known this result for a long time, please excuse me, the miracle doctor."
The ghost-hand miracle doctor nodded and continued:
"If there is no guess, Young Master Xing was poisoned by the Ten Poison Death Smoke of the Ula tribe. It stands to reason that if he was poisoned by the Ten Poison Death Smoke, there is no chance of survival. I don't know why Young Master Xing is still here?"
"Haha, the miracle doctor is really powerful. You are right. Originally, I had no chance of survival, but the Ula tribe gave me half of the antidote in order to force my father to cede the Xianghe Plain to them."
"I see, but in this case, Young Master Xing can still be saved."
"How to save?"
Yang Xiao couldn't help but ask.
In the hall, everyone in the Xianghe clan looked at the ghost-hand doctor with anticipation.
The ghost-hand miracle doctor smiled bitterly and said:
"The Ula tribe is good at using poison, and the Ten Poisons' Death Smoke is their most powerful poison. Only their unique antidote can cure it, not me."
When everyone heard this, they were very disappointed.
"Since Young Master Xingzhe has taken half of the antidote, he can be relieved as long as he gets the other half of the antidote."
Is not this nonsensical?
How dare you get the other half of the antidote?
The magic doctor with ghost hands knew that everyone had this idea in their hearts and said:
"I just observed Young Master Xing Zhe's condition, and there are signs of deepening toxicity. I have a pill here that can alleviate Young Master Xing Zhe's poisonous attacks.
However, it is best to get the remaining half of the antidote within thirty days, otherwise,"
The ghost-hand miracle doctor didn't say the next words, but everyone understood what he meant.
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