"The wolf would rather annihilate his clan than work for someone who stabs someone in the back!"
In the small courtyard of Yingyue Villa, Hu Yangu's voice was cold, but his rickety body was like a dead tree, but he had a determined aura that held up the sky.
Jiang Li's heart trembled slightly when Hu Yangu's figure came into view. He seemed to see a brave knight holding an iron gun and standing on a horse. He was fearless and faced thousands of troops alone, never to return.
"The wolf would rather die than surrender!"
Behind Huyangu, more than one hundred and sixty Yuanxi tribe members also stood up silently at this time. No one made a sound, they just stood quietly, but there seemed to be a power roaring among them.
Regardless of whether they are an old man over seventy years old or a child of three or five years old, all the 烃狋 people exude the same solemn and calm aura.
Although the clothes are ragged, thin and haggard, if you close your eyes and sense carefully, you will feel the danger and urgency of being surrounded by wolves.
Wild wolf, white wolf!
"The 烃狁 is worthy of the title of the strongest volley in Kyushu!"
A strange color flashed in Jiang Li's eyes, as he marveled at the aura of the white wolves of the 烃狁 tribe.
After a hundred years of wandering and struggling in the cracks between Beimang and Dazhou, we can still have such faith and quality.
It is enough to imagine that a hundred years ago, hundreds of thousands of well-trained lynx cavalry, wearing light armor and holding bright guns and strong bows, were so powerful. They were like hundreds of thousands of giant wolves, galloping on the battlefield and sweeping the world.
The Qin Dynasty, which had such an iron cavalry, was supposed to sweep across the world and be unstoppable. Why did it fall instantly a hundred years ago?
What does Huyangu mean by calling Wei and Zhou backstabbers?
There are only a few descriptions of the fall of Qin in historical records, and many details are difficult to connect.
Could it be that there are some secrets in this that should not be known to the world?
"Senior Huyan, I admire the perseverance of the Yanxi tribe in my heart, but those who have gone before cannot be remonstrated, and those who have come can still be pursued. Qin has been dead for a hundred years, but the Yanxi tribe was almost killed at the hands of Wei Mang. Now the Zhou Dynasty is fighting again, senior Don’t you want to avenge the people who died at Wei Mang’s sword?” Jiang Li asked loudly.
"Young man, you are not very old, but you are a master of every word. You are high-spirited and have the power of a young prince. Your achievements in the future will be immeasurable. But you are not a wolf, and you do not understand the meaning of the wolf's existence!"
Hu Yangu shook his head and said calmly: "The hatred between the 烃狁 and Wei Mang is as deep as the sea. I wish I could eat his flesh alive and drink his blood. However, the sword and bow in the 烃狁's hand are only raised for the blood of the Qin clan."
"Brother, why are you doing this?"
Old Man Tu was speechless when he heard this. He shook his head and sighed bitterly. The persistence in his heart could not be moved even if the sea dried up and the rocks were broken. This deal was a waste of blood!
Mo Yunliang and Jiang Xuanxin also smiled helplessly.
The 烃狁 tribe is worthy of being called the strongest volley in Kyushu, but no matter how great their potential is, they cannot be used by Jiang Li.
Now there is only one and a half months until the martial arts examination, and the Northern Expedition of the Great Zhou Dynasty is only more than three months away. In such a short time, there is no candidate to replace the 烃狋 Cavalry.
"Senior Huyan, Qin has been dead for a hundred years. Even if there is King Qin's blood in the world today, how can you tell it? How would you know if someone is pretending to be someone?" Jiang Li's eyes flashed and he suddenly asked.
"The King of Qin is a descendant of ancient human beings and immortals. His bloodline contains the power of reincarnation, which can be manifested when he encounters the mysterious. Who can fake it?"
Hu Yangu sneered, and his wrist hidden in his sleeves shook slightly. A black jade tied to his wrist poked out from the damaged cuff, attracting Jiang Li's attention.
"Senior Huyan, the jade piece on your wrist must be Xuan Yu!"
Jiang Li stopped persuading him. He raised his right hand, his nails scratching the skin of his palm, and slowly stretched it out in front of Hu Yangu.
"Young man, this is..."
Hu Yangu was stunned when he saw this. He stared at the blood on Jiang Li's palm dripping from the wound drop by drop.
The eyes were filled with confusion at first, then gradually turned into hesitation, excitement, and disbelief!
Swallowing dryly, Hu Yangu tremblingly took off the black jade piece from his wrist and gently placed it in Jiang Li's palm.
The people from the Xie tribe behind him all silently gathered around him at this time, all eyes focused on Jiang Li's hand.
Jiang Li slowly raised his hand and held the mysterious jade in his palm. The warm blood soaked into the jade piece. A red and black blood glow rose from the mysterious jade, forming a constantly rotating yin and yang above Jiang Li's hand. pattern.
"Yin and Yang are born...!"
Old Man Tu's expression suddenly changed and he couldn't help but scream out in surprise. He covered his mouth with both hands and forcefully suppressed the second half of the sentence.
"The bloodline of human immortals, descendants of King Qin!"
Mo Yunliang was also extremely surprised. The concubine of Wuhou Mansion in Dazhou Town actually had the blood of King Qin. If this was known to outsiders, their jaws would be dropped!
But the next moment, he stamped his steps, and the majestic true energy surged out, forming an air shield, covering the entire space, and he looked around more vigilantly.
"It's really a Yin-Yang picture of life and death!"
Huyangu and all the Yanxi tribe looked at the yin and yang diagram that appeared on Jiang Li's hand, their eyes were dull and they were in a daze.
"Hello, Sir, we are finally waiting for you!"
After an unknown amount of time, Huyangu fell down in mourning, and the people from the Xie tribe behind him also fell to their knees one after another.
All the 烃狁 tribesmen were crying, but still did not make any sound, and everything was completely silent.
But the originally numb face gradually relaxed, and a breath of life was reviving.
Like a ship trapped in the fog, seeing the light of a lighthouse, the people of the Xingyi tribe, who had been lost for hundreds of years, finally waited for the return of King Qin's bloodline.
"Old man, please get up quickly!"
Jiang Li stepped forward and helped up the Yongxi clan members one by one. Seeing these descendants of the strongest volley who had endured hardships but held fast to their faith, his curiosity about the pre-Qin Dynasty became even stronger.
According to historical records, among the seven heroes of the troubled times, Qin was the most cruel, ruthless in its laws and harsh on the people, and tyrannical and unjust.
If the historical records are true, how could such a yang clan exist?
"Young master has the blood of the King of Qin, why does he appear in the Zhou royal family!"
Everyone sat down again, Hu Yangu suppressed his excitement and was a little confused.
The bloodline of the Three Dynasties and Seven Kingdoms is a sharp blade always hanging over the head of the Zhou Dynasty. The Zhou emperors of all dynasties have spared no effort to destroy and eradicate them, especially Qin.
"Senior, I misunderstood. I am not from the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There is someone else the royal court masters dormant inside and outside the villa want to protect!"
Jiang Li's voice was gentle and he briefly described his situation.
"You are actually the son of Marquis Zhenwu!"
The more Hu Yangu listened, the angrier he became: "What a man who is the best in martial arts in the world, but he is so narrow-minded. He is afraid of my bloodline as the King of Qin, so he demoted the young master to the status of a son-in-law and a lowly status. He also suppressed him in turn. He was afraid that if the young master had a chance to succeed, Qin would be dead. , but the bloodline of King Qin cannot be insulted!"
Hu Yangu stood up suddenly, knelt down at Jiang Li's feet, and said respectfully: "If you don't give up, the 狃狋 tribe is willing to put on their armor and mount their horses again, holding swords and bows in their hands, to carve a world for the young master. The 烃狋 tribe will decline, but the inheritance will If it’s not over, we can gather eighty dragon-level knights for the young master!”
With a whoop, all the yang people present stood up, and the aura dormant in their bodies suddenly came out.
No matter men, women, old or young, they all have martial arts cultivation.
Moreover, the aura on their bodies is slightly different from that of ordinary warriors, and they also reveal a bit of aura in their dominance.
The 烋狋 is the strongest volley in Kyushu. He majors in martial arts, but also minors in spiritual Taoism, and can communicate with all beasts.
