"what to do?"
"The city lord of Licheng is dead, and it belongs to the Tianniu tribe. I believe it won't be long before the news that the city lord of Licheng and the young city lord were killed will soon spread to the Tianniu tribe!"
"If this is the case, strong men from the Tianniu Clan will be sent soon!"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said coldly.
"The Tianniu Clan is sending strong men here?"
"Boss, do we want to leave Licheng now?"
Xiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and looked at Mo Wentian with a solemn look on his face.
"Now that I'm here, I haven't found out the information I want clearly. How could I just leave like this!"
"I killed the city lord of one of their cities. I took this opportunity to see clearly the attitude of the Tianniu tribe!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with light.
"Boss, I understand!"
"If the Tianniu tribe takes action against us, then from now on, this Tianniu tribe will be our enemy!"
"But boss, do we really want to be enemies with the Tianniu tribe at this time?"
Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light, he looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, boss, we haven't solved the demon clan and the beast clan yet. Now if another Tianniu clan comes to become our enemy, can our Heaven-Eating Kingdom stop it?"
Hearing this, Huantian also poked his head out of Mo Wentian's arms, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a hint of worry in his voice.
"The Tianniu tribe has put forward such conditions. Even if I don't kill them, the city lord of Licheng, today, do you think they, the Tianniu tribe, can let us go to the Heaven-Eating Kingdom?"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian, with an extremely cold light rising in his eyes, and asked rhetorically without answering.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao and Huantian looked at each other, opened their mouths, and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Many... thank you sir for saving me!"
At this moment, a slightly trembling voice came.
I saw that the owner of the inn, at some point, had arrived in front of Mo Wentian and others. He looked at Mo Wentian with a grateful expression.
"Get up!"
Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said indifferently.
"Sir, the city lord has been killed by you, the higher ups will get the news soon!"
"Strong men will be sent here soon. The people above will definitely not let you go. You'd better leave as soon as possible!"
The next moment, as if he remembered something, the owner of the inn's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.
"The people above?"
As he muttered to himself, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became a little deeper.
"The people above are people with the blood of the Tianniu. Although we are all the people of the Tianniu tribe, we don't have the blood of the Tianniu tribe. Therefore, when we practice the Tianniu Kung Fu, we are inferior to those who have the blood of the Tianniu." , I don’t know how far apart it is!”
"Of course, our cultivation is much worse than that of the disciples of the Tianniu tribe who have the blood of the Tianniu!"
"There are a total of 108 cities in this Longhorn tribe. The higher the ranking, the higher the disciples' cultivation level, and the more Longhorn bloodline they contain in their bodies!"
"And the city lord of Licheng was originally a disciple of the fifth elder of the Tianniu tribe. He committed a crime, so he was sent to be the city lord of Licheng!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the innkeeper thought that Mo Wentian wanted to know who the person above was, so he spoke again.
Speaking of the people from the Tianniu tribe, the innkeeper's eyes clearly showed some fear.
It seemed that he was a little afraid of the people in the Longniu tribe.
You know, he is just the owner of a small inn in Licheng, a small mid-level Heavenly King, and the people in the Niu tribe are the ones he wants to look up to.
A strong man from the Tianniu clan could kill him casually, so no wonder he was a little scared!
"Then according to what you mean, how much of the Tianniu clan's blood do each of the top three cities of the Tianniu clan contain?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked rhetorically without answering.
"The top three among the Tianniu clan are Tiancheng, Underground City, and Xuancheng!"
"Among these three cities, the Celestial City contains the strongest bloodline of the longhorned beetle. Anyone who enters the Celestial City will still have at least one hundred thousandth of the longhorned longhorned bloodline!"
"And the one who can enter the dungeon contains at least one in 200,000, and Xuancheng contains one in 300,000!"
The owner of the inn was slightly stunned, then came to his senses and said in a deep voice.
"Boss, I understand. The city lord of Licheng must come from Tiancheng, the number one city among the Tianniu tribe and the strongest city among the Tianniu tribe!"
"His body contains one ten thousandth of the blood of the longhorned beetle. Among the longhorned beetles, he should be considered a good being!"
Suddenly, the figure of the little dragon on the side flashed and came to Mo Wentian's shoulder. He looked at Mo Wentian and said with a twinkling light in his eyes.
"Lord Shenlong, you are right. If the city lord of Licheng had not made any mistakes, he would have been the disciple of the Fifth Elder. Now I am afraid that he is no longer just the perfect existence of the Heavenly King!"
The innkeeper looked at Xiaojiao and said with a flash of light in his eyes.
The innkeeper was still grateful to Xiaojiao. After all, it was Xiaojiao who first proposed to save his life.
"Then I would like to ask you, what are the cultivation levels of the city lords of each city in the Tianniu tribe?"
"How many disciples are there in each city? What is their level of cultivation?"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
"Guest sir, among the city lords of the last fifty-eight cities in the Tianniu clan, except for the city lord of Li city who has reached the realm of the perfection of the heavenly king, the rest of the city lords are all in the late stage of the heavenly king's realm."
"And from the fiftieth city to the thirty cities, the cultivation base of the city lords has reached the peak of the Heavenly King, and from the 30th to the 20th, the cultivation base of their city lords are comparable to the perfection of the Heavenly King. !”
"As for the first ten cities, the cultivation of their city lords has reached the perfection of the Heavenly King as early as ten thousand years ago..."
The innkeeper looked at Mo Wentian and told everything he knew.
"So, it seems that the lord of Licheng made a big mistake!"
"Otherwise, how could he, with his perfect cultivation as a heavenly king, be able to succumb to this Licheng!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and he said in a deep voice.
"Boss, it seems that what you said was not true. The strength of the Tianniu tribe is not as strong as you said!"
Suddenly, Xiaojiao seemed to remember something, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a grin.
"I overestimated!"
"Go on, what are the cultivation levels of the disciples in this city? How many disciples are there?"
Mo Wentian smiled awkwardly, then put his eyes on the innkeeper again and said indifferently.