There were hundreds of figures walking towards them, and all of them had extremely strong muscles.
The tendons and muscles of his body, which he has cultivated for many years, are even more emitting a golden light.
The figure standing in front of those hundreds of figures was not as strong as the other warriors in terms of size, but the aura coming out of him was boundless.
Looking at that figure, Mo Wentian felt extremely familiar. That figure was none other than the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe that Huantian had transformed into!
The real fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe.
"Huantian, transformed into that old bastard, stood next to that old bastard, and gave them the real and fake Fourth Elder?"
"Let them distinguish them carefully!"
Looking at the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe who was full of murderous aura, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.
Looking at Huantian, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile spread out instantly.
"Okay, boss!"
Hearing this, Huantian didn't hesitate at all. His furry figure flashed and disappeared directly.
When he appeared again, Huantian's figure had already appeared among countless disciples of the Tianniu clan.
That furry figure stepped on the heads of countless disciples with incomparable lightness. Huantian's speed was so fast that even those of the Longhorn Clan couldn't even see his figure.
"Did you feel something go over your head?"
"What? I don't feel anything!"
"I also felt it, as if there was a ball of something passing over my head, but did I see it clearly?"
"I saw a furry afterimage!"
…
In an instant, after that figure, the disciples of the Tianniu Clan looked around and started talking in an instant.
"Boss, is this Huantian obviously just for fun?"
"He hasn't done what you asked him to do yet?"
Seeing Huantian teasing the disciples of the Tianniu tribe wantonly, Xiaojiao felt a little itchy in his heart. He looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
Xiaojiao didn't say this to complain, nor was he really jealous of Huantian. He just felt itchy in his heart and wanted to fight quickly.
"Little Jiao, don't worry!"
"I know what you are thinking. Don't worry, sooner or later there will be a battle. Don't rush now!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, grinned slightly, and said with a smile.
"Boss..."
The small thoughts in his heart were revealed by Mo Wentian with one word, and Xiaojiao felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"What what?"
"Why don't I feel anything?"
But at this moment, listening to the discussions of the disciples behind him, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe turned around, looked at the disciples of the Tianniu tribe, and shouted with a cold face.
And the moment he turned his head, a figure quietly appeared beside him.
Not only did this figure look exactly like him, but the aura on his body, the voice of his voice, and everything else were exactly the same as him, without any difference.
This figure is none other than the fourth elder transformed by Huantian.
"Four...four elders..."
"Fourth Elder, beside you..."
"Fourth Elder, he... he..."
…
Seeing the appearance of the four elders transformed by Huantian, the disciples of the Tianniu tribe couldn't help but widen their eyes, looking at this scene with a look of astonishment in their eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to remind the real fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why can't I understand anything?"
Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the disciples of the Tianniu tribe, the fourth elder looked puzzled.
"Fourth Elder, look at me!"
But at this moment, Huantian reached out and gently patted the shoulder of the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe.
The fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe turned around instantly without any hesitation.
When he turned around, the sight he saw was a man who looked exactly like himself. Looking at Huantian in front of him, for a moment, the look in the eyes of the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe was exactly the same as that of the disciples of the Tianniu tribe.
"you… "
"Who are you?"
After a long time, the fourth elder of the Tianniu Clan finally came back to his senses and stared angrily at Huantian in front of him, with a hint of shock in his voice.
"who I am?"
"Am I not you?"
"I am Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe!"
Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the fourth elders of the Tianniu tribe, Huantian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his expression extremely indifferent.
"Are you Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe?"
"Who is that elder?"
When Huantian said this, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe was brought into the ditch by Huantian for a moment, and he subconsciously blurted out.
"You are Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, and I am also Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe. We are all Jiang Jinfeng, the fourth elder!"
"You are me, I am you!"
Seeing how Jiang Jinfeng was taking advantage of him, the curve of Huantian's mouth became more intense, and he spoke in an indifferent tone.
Immediately, Huantian reached out and pulled the figure of the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe and quickly spun around.
The rotation was so fast that, let alone the disciples of the Tianniu tribe, even Mo Wentian and Xiaojiao only saw two identical figures spinning.
If Mo Wentian's soul hadn't unfolded, it would have been hard to tell which one was Huantian and which one was the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe.
"Buzzing..."
After spinning for a moment, the two figures stopped.
"Fourth Elder, this..."
"Who is the real fourth elder here?"
"These two fourth elders look exactly the same. Who is the real fourth elder?"
"Not only do they look exactly the same, but there is no difference in their auras. I can't recognize who is the real fourth elder?"
…
Seeing the two identical figures, the disciples of the Tianniu Clan instantly exploded.
No matter how they looked, they couldn't see any difference.
For a moment, they were really at a loss.
"Boss, do you know who is Huantian and who is the fourth elder of the Niu Clan that day?"
At this moment, on top of the city gate of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom, a small snake with light blue light looked at Mo Wentian, frowned, and asked in a deep voice.
"Of course I know who Huantian is!"
"Although Huantian's illusions are strong, they cannot escape the emperor's soul. Look, the one on the left is Huantian!"
When Xiao Jiao's voice came, Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said with an indifferent expression.
"The one on the left is Huantian?"
"Why can't I see it at all?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao stared at the figure on the left for a long time, but he just couldn't see it.