"Tianhao, but Tianhao has arrived."
A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, with a Chinese character face, stood in front of the Aoki Tribe Hall, followed by some tribal elders. When he saw Yang Lin from a distance, his tiger eyes screamed with tears in his eyes.
When he looked at Yang Lin's face, his eye circles turned slightly red.
Yang Lin felt slightly uncomfortable, knowing that the person in front of him was Qiu Yan, the leader of the Qingmu tribe.
As expected, he was a rock-like man. His muscles were as hard as a rock, and his figure was extremely tall. He looked like a mountain rock standing there.
He looked at himself in a daze, it must be because of his face, he looked a bit like a mother.
This reminds me of his little sister Qiu Lan.
"My nephew has met his uncle."
Thinking of the gentle woman in the memory fragments, Yang Lin sighed in his heart and bowed forward.
"Okay, okay, my nephew has grown up too. He looks exactly like your mother. He is a good man. Come on, come in with your uncle and have a banquet. If you don't get drunk today, you won't come home."
Qiu Yan laughed loudly, patted Yang Lin's shoulder heavily, and gave instructions in a loud voice.
"Clan leader, today..."
A tribal elder nearby reminded him that there were also big businessmen nearby who were here to negotiate.
It is related to the life and death of the tribe in the future.
It is not appropriate to reminisce about the past at this time.
"Alas..." Chief Qiuyan waved his hand, "What are we talking about? What's there to talk about? My nephew is here, and he believes in me as my uncle, so what if the Qingmu tribe gives it to him?
But, having said that, it can only be given to my nephew, not to Prince Wucheng’s Mansion, not to anyone else. I don’t recognize Huang Feihu.
Did Xiaoxue come too? Back then, you girl, you refused to marry me. Now, we are all old. "
Qiu Yan looked at Aunt Xue and sighed.
Aunt Xue's frosty face was unusually not that cold. She opened her mouth and took a sip, "Brother Shitou, I haven't seen you for so long and you still have such a bad mouth. You should stay single."
"I'm single, I'm single. What's wrong with it? I'm free and free from the filthy anger of my mother-in-law. I can do whatever I want. Anyway, I'm not very interested in having a son. I just have an adopted son. Akino, still What are you doing in a daze? Say hello to everyone, we are hosting a banquet today to welcome distinguished guests."
"Yes, foster father."
Akino bowed and stepped away, going down to make arrangements.
Everyone entered the main hall and the guests and hosts took their seats.
Huang Ming and Zhou Ji glanced around, and the elegant-looking Huang Ming laughed out loud.
"A late True Immortal clan leader and two early True Immortal old guys are weaker than I thought."
Zhou Ji also laughed, holding a flower in his hand with a broad-bladed axe, "If I had known that I only had this little strength, why would I have used the name of the Third Young Master to sneak in? I could have surrendered if I just forced myself in."
"You can't say that. The formations on the outside of the tribe are still very powerful. If you break through forcefully, the damage will be serious. How can it be like now, where it can easily go straight into the heart without any effort."
As the two of them sang and harmonized, their auras soared into the sky like a blazing sun, shrouding the hall.
Huang Ming stretched out his fingers, and nine jade chopsticks shot out in all directions. A translucent light mask appeared, sealing off the entire hall.
An elder of the Aoki tribe realized that something was wrong, and without thinking, he slashed at Huang Ming with a knife. The light of the knife split the air and stabbed straight into the heart.
Huang Ming was unhurried, and his movements seemed unhappy. The giant broadsword he carried on his shoulder jumped in the palm of his hand with a clang. When the back of the sword was horizontal, the elder from the True Immortal Realm vomited blood and flew back, and the sword shattered.
"Vulnerable."
Huang Ming still smiled so gracefully, looking at everyone like looking at fish swimming in a net, full of pity.
Qiu Yan did not take action, and did not even pay attention to the injured elder beside him. He just looked at Yang Lin with some sadness, puzzled and disappointed: "Tianhao, is this what you mean? You want to use thunderous means to forcefully subdue my Aoki tribe. , as a springboard to deal with Dongyi Royal Court?"
Yang Lin laughed dumbly: "Uncle misunderstood. If I say that I never thought about it at all, it was these two people who were treasonous and made their own decisions. Would you believe it?"
"I believe it if you tell me. My little sister's son will never trick me. Haha, even if it's two late-stage True Immortals, we won't necessarily be afraid of them if we work together.
Everyone says that the four members of the Huang family will have tremendous fighting power, and each of them will be on his own. Today, as long as we can hold on for a while and a half, we can gather all the tribe's soldiers and kill them here. "
Upon hearing that it was not Yang Lin's idea, Qiu Yan immediately became more motivated to fight.
He turned to look at Aunt Xue, "Girl Xue, you were very aggressive back then. Do you dare to compete with me as the general of Dashang?"
Aunt Xue was too lazy to say anything more and just drew her sword in her hand, pointing it at Huang Ming and Zhou Ji with cold eyes.
Although a late-stage True Immortal on our side may not be the opponent of either Huang Ming or Zhou Ji, he can still do it if he delays for a while.
There is only one late-stage True Immortal enemy left. At this time, there are three early-stage True Immortals and one mid-stage True Immortal on our side in the main hall. It is not impossible for them to fight.
In Aunt Xue's mind, her nephew was only sixteen years old and had just broken through to the True Immortal Realm. He was indeed in the early stage of a True Immortal. If he stayed away from him and restrained him, and did not engage in direct confrontation, it would probably be fine.
The most dangerous thing is actually the Jiugong Zhenzhu thrown by Huang Ming earlier, which will seal the hall for who knows how long.
People outside will not be able to get in for a while, and people inside will not be able to get out. They have to rely on themselves to save themselves.
Overall, there is no chance.
This is thanks to Zhou Ji and Huang Ming who were too arrogant and underestimated everyone in the world.
Just the two of them wanted to catch all Aokibe in one fell swoop. They were so self-righteous that they really thought too much.
"Third Young Master, I'll give you another choice. Do you really want to join forces with Aokibe?"
Huang Ming looked a little strange and looked at Yang Lin with regret.
"Originally, uncles like us didn't want to get involved in some of the disputes in the Huang family. However, when I was born in the Jia family, I received some favors...
It's not a good idea to not do things when entrusted by others. Let's do this, as long as you surrender and capture him, and then use the name of the general as a banner to recruit all the Dongyi tribes, I won't make it difficult for you. "
"You mean, just be a tool and let others do whatever you want?"
Yang Lin picked his ears and said sarcastically with a smile.
"Using my half of Dongyi blood to command small and medium-sized tribes all around, and you are controlling it from behind? By the way, General Huang, you are not very good-looking, how come you think you are so beautiful?"
"Stubborn!"
Huang Ming's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "It seems that you really can't see the situation clearly. Qilin Guards, show up."
He threw a jade bead casually, and in a flash of light, a large number of elite swordsmen wearing blood-red armor suddenly appeared in the hall, all of them powerful and murderous.
Thirty-six new warriors appeared, and each one's aura was connected with the energy of heaven and earth, arousing the evil spirit. Either three people formed a formation, or nine people surrounded them, and the two elders of the True Immortal Realm Aoki, as well as Snow Auntie and Yang Lin were all surrounded, and they rushed forward with a single move of their swords.
Huang Ming laughed and said: "Do you think that we are really just two people here to take advantage of your Aokibe?
With only three thousand chariots and foot soldiers, how dare you boast of going to Haikou and conquering the eighteen tribes in the jungle to the west?
Third Young Master, it’s your choice, so don’t blame your uncle for being cruel. When he saw your mother, he said that the grievances had their owners and the debts had their owners. If you wanted to blame her, it was her fault for seducing King Wu Cheng and stealing his husband. "
"What are you talking about? He is a wild-blooded bastard anyway. The prince himself doesn't care. The mistress and several young masters also wish that he would be reincarnated early and they would just kill him.
Suppressing the Aoki tribe, seizing the sun-shooting bow, and recruiting more slave soldiers are the main business. The military situation at the prince's place is urgent and he is waiting for us to mobilize our troops to join forces. "
A fierce light flashed in Zhou Ji's eyes, and he rushed towards Qiu Yan with a giant axe. Here, only the leader of the Qingmu tribe was still a bit of a threat, but he couldn't let him escape and had to kill him as soon as possible.
As for the others, the thirty-six Qilin Guards could kill them all without Huang Ming taking action.
"Are you outnumbering people? Even a frog in a well dares to speak so brazenly. Now that you have murderous intentions, I won't be able to keep you here."
Yang Lin raised his hand, and a white light flashed in the hall.
Countless paper figures were flying in the sky, and they turned into seventy-two golden-armored sword guards. As soon as they landed, the sword energy turned into a rain of light, rolled up a vast sword wave, and slashed forward.
As his cultivation progressed, he had already mastered eighty-one ordinary clones of his Paper Man Clone Technique.
At this time, no three-dimensional clones were released, only seventy-two ordinary fifth-level peak golden-armored swordsmen were released.
When he took action, his momentum was as strong as that of the Qilin Blood Guard, and his swordsmanship and magical powers were even more powerful.
The seventy-two sword lights were just a few flashes.
Thirty-six bloody figures paused at the same time, leaving only the red and shining Kirin armor that collapsed on the spot.
There are piles here and there.
The bones and flesh of these blood-armored warriors were all cut and shaken by the sword energy into powdery blood paste, which flowed all over the floor, and the fishy smell hit their nostrils.
There was a sudden silence in the main hall.
Huang Ming and Zhou Ji stiffened, paused suddenly, and looked over in disbelief.
