"Jian Zhentian, what you said is unreasonable!"
"What do you mean you killed my three-headed tiger disciple, and you told me it was just a misunderstanding?"
As soon as Jian Zhentian said these words, Yuan Hu's anger arose spontaneously.
The three-headed tiger tribe suffered a loss. This fierce tiger had indeed been killed.
He had not yet taken action to seriously injure Jian Feng, but Jian Zhentian was already being unreasonable and unforgiving. This made Yuan Hu not angry.
But Yuan Hu still didn't take action against Jian Zhentian. As the king of the three-headed tiger clan, his actions must be for the benefit of all the disciples of the three-headed tiger clan.
Even though he promised to give the Great Elder an explanation, he couldn't take action rashly against Jian Zhentian.
What's more, Yuan Hu has already felt that it is not just Jian Zhentian who is coming this time, but countless disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan are rushing towards the Misty Valley.
He, Yuan Hu, could not take action unless absolutely necessary, otherwise the conflict between the three-headed tiger clan and the sword dragon clan would only deepen.
Thinking like this, a cold light flashed in Yuan Hu's eyes.
"Yuan Hu, didn't you say this first?"
"I saw with my own eyes that you were about to hit me with a punch, but you told me that it was a misunderstanding. It seems that I am not unreasonable in saying so!"
Seeing Yuan Hu also become angry, a cold light flashed in Jian Zhentian's eyes.
Jian Zhentian took action against Yuan Hu in no time. His worries were the same as Jian Zhentian's.
After all, the strength of the Sword Dragon Clan is not far different from that of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan. Even if there is a war, even if the Sword Dragon Clan takes a slight advantage, the Sword Dragon Clan will definitely suffer a lot of losses.
In this Misty Peak, they are not the only three-headed tiger tribe and sword dragon tribe, but there are also countless monster beast races.
As long as their strength declines, monsters will take advantage of them. At that time, the Sword Dragon Clan will no longer be one of the three monster beast races in Piaomiao Peak.
"Jian Zhentian, you and I will be in harmony for a million years!"
"I want to be able to make it clear about today's matter. We'd better make it clear!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a glint flashed in Yuan Hu's eyes and he lowered his voice.
"Boss, does Yuan Hu want to make peace with Jian Zhentian?"
Hearing Jian Zhentian's words, Xiaojiao's face instantly felt worried.
What Xiaojiao wanted to see most was not the peace between the three-headed tiger clan and the sword dragon clan. He wanted to see them fight to the death.
"It's not that easy to make peace!"
"What's more, there are already people who are unwilling to make peace!"
A cold voice sounded, and a complicated look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian's soul and consciousness unfolded, and all the scenes within a radius of one hundred thousand feet appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
A figure was quickly heading towards the Misty Valley.
The murderous intent in this man's eyes was boundless, and the aura on his body was even more violent.
Obviously, this person is none other than the great elder of the three-headed tiger clan who came to avenge the fierce tiger.
"People who don't want to make peace are here?"
"Boss, who is the one who is unwilling to make peace?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a trace of doubt arose in Xiaojiao's eyes.
"Boss, I understand!"
"The person who is unwilling to make peace must be the elder of the three-headed tiger clan!"
"The king of the three-headed tiger clan can ignore the death of the fierce tiger for the sake of the three-headed tiger clan, but this great elder cannot!"
"The fierce tiger is his pride. The fierce tiger has been killed, and he can't just give up!"
Huantian's figure flashed and landed in front of Mo Wentian. He stretched out his furry paws and scratched his head.
"Um!"
Mo Wentian just hummed and nodded.
Immediately, Mo Wentian looked into the void.
He wanted to see how Jian Zhentian and Yuan Hu would handle this matter.
The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth couldn't help but curve up at this moment.
"Father!"
"We might as well listen to how he wants to explain things clearly!"
At this moment, Jian Feng, who had not spoken for a long time, looked at Jian Zhentian with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Um!"
"Since Feng'er has said so, I, the king, will listen to you and tell me how to explain this matter clearly!"
Listening to Jian Feng's words, Jian Zhentian's eyes flashed with a cold light and he said coldly.
"Jian Zhentian, I started talking about this when I received a report from my disciple, saying that the chief manager of my three-headed tiger tribe was beheaded in this Misty Valley!"
"I heard the news and rushed over quickly. When I came over, I found that your young master of the Sword Dragon Clan was next to Liehu's body!"
"In his hand, he holds the divine sword, and blood is still dripping from the divine sword!"
Yuan Hu looked at Jian Zhentian and began to speak.
At the same time, memories appeared in Yuan Hu's mind.
He couldn't explain why, but when he recalled that scene, Yuan Hu's expression changed.
Yuan Hu always had a hunch in his heart that this matter was not as it seemed on the surface.
There seemed to be a fog in this matter. He wanted to push through the fog to see what was going on, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't peel it away.
"continue!"
When Jian Zhentian heard Yuan Hu's words, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he said coldly.
"Even though I witnessed this scene with my own eyes, I still haven't concluded that the chief manager of my three-headed tiger clan was killed by your young master of the sword dragon clan!"
"I not only asked my disciples from the Three-Headed Tiger Clan, I also asked about your disciples from the Sword Dragon Clan!"
"It's your disciple of the Sword Dragon Clan who personally told me that the chief manager of the Three-Headed Tiger Clan was killed by the sword!"
"Moreover, the person who is asking about your Sword Dragon Clan disciple is not me, but the young master of your Sword Dragon Clan himself!"
Yuan Hu's expression became slightly solemn.
He seemed to feel something, and Yuan Hu's eyes shot directly in a certain direction.
This direction is exactly the direction from which the Great Elder came.
Yuan Hu didn't hesitate at all and quickly sent a message to the great elder.
"Great Elder, I promise to give you an explanation, and I will naturally give you an explanation!"
"Go back to the clan and wait for my king to come back!"
Yuan Hu's words were extremely cold, as if they were orders, and there was no room for hesitation.
"Go back to the clan and wait for you?"
"You want me to go back to the clan and wait for you?"
"That's my son, my son was beheaded!"
"They are right. You will not seek justice for me at all. You will only think about the three-headed tiger clan!"
Tens of thousands of feet away, the Great Elder received a message from Yuan Hu, and the anger in his heart surged again.
Immediately, the Great Elder did not stop, but accelerated his speed, heading towards the Piaomiao Valley.
At this moment, Yuan Hu did not pay attention to the great elder.
He thought that the great elder would leave as soon as he received the message from him, but unexpectedly, the great elder arrived.
"Feng'er, is this true?"
Hearing Yuan Hu's words, Jian Zhentian's eyes flashed with a cold light and he said coldly.
"Father, what he said is true!"
"We, the disciples of the Sword Dragon Clan, also said that I killed the fierce tiger, but I really did not kill the fierce tiger!"
Jian Feng looked at Jian Zhentian and said anxiously.
"You didn't kill this fierce tiger?"
"Didn't I ask you to go to the Meihu Clan to see Meihu's imperial daughter?"
"Why did you come to this Misty Valley?"
Hearing Jian Feng's words, Jian Zhentian's expression suddenly turned cold.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, a cold light flashed in Jian Zhentian's eyes, and he said coldly.
"Father, you did ask me to go to the Meihu tribe to see the emperor's daughter of the Meihu tribe!"
"But on my way to the Meihu Clan, didn't you ask me to come to Piaomiao Valley to deal with it?"
Hearing this, Jianfeng was confused and blurted out almost subconsciously.