Yun San swallowed a mouthful of spit, and said loudly: "Excuse me, who is the patriarch of the Ghost Face Clan, Master Fan Qing?"
Faced with a catastrophe, Yun San actually remained polite.
Out of the tens of thousands of ghost-faced warriors, a tall middle-aged man came out. His skin was dark and his body was covered with scars. He wore a demon mask drawn by oil paint on his face, and there were two black horns on the top of the mask.
Standing opposite Yun San, Fan Qing spit on the ground and said, "I am your grandfather Fan Qing, what can you do with me?"
Yun San was stunned, and saluted him: "I am Yun San, the patriarch of the tree god clan. In addition, I am the grandson of Yun Yi, the first generation patriarch of the tree god Yun family, not yours."
Ha ha ha ha
The warriors of the Ghost Face Clan laughed out loud. This tribe known for their savagery had never seen a kind and bookish guy like Yun San, so they took him as a joke.
Fan Qing clasped his yellow dies with his fingers and said, "Yun San, death is imminent, what do you want to say?"
Yun San said in a deep voice: "I don't understand why your ghost-faced tribe wants to attack us. What is wrong with us? We always deliver the tribute you want on time. Even if my tribe is still hungry, we must first ensure that the ghost-faced The supply of a family."
"But why are you unwilling to abide by the peace agreement? It won't do you or your people any good to wipe out our tree god clan."
Fan Qing picked up his booger again, and said disdainfully: "Originally, I don't bother to kill you weak guys like you. It's good to keep you to help us plant fruit trees. Unfortunately, someone told me a secret. That's why I decided to kill you."
"Secret" Yun San was stunned, puzzled and said, "What secret does our Tree God Clan have? Who doesn't know that we make a living from agriculture and are only good at taking care of fruit trees."
Fan Qing waved his hand and said, "Who told me that you are not qualified to know, but now I know, those two big guys with you have very strange backgrounds."
"These two big octopuses are called Shui Ming, and they are fateful creatures from the back of the universe, possessing legendary divine power"
"Like all fateful creatures, Shuiming is destined to live a miserable life. The number of their clan will decrease with each generation. By the ninth generation, only the last of the Shuiming clan will be left. One clansman, all other clansmen will die."
"However, this ninth generation of Shuiming will have the most powerful ability of the Fate Clan"
"Now under your care, the Shuiming clan has successfully given birth to the ninth generation, and it is also the youngest and most powerful one in their clan. The game is over, you are so weak, you are not worthy of having the strongest destiny creatures, the ninth generation Shui Ming will belong to me"
"You want Xiaobao?" Yun San was taken aback suddenly, looking back at Hong and Qin.
Hong and Qin didn't deny it, it seems that what Fan Qing said was true.
Back then, when the kind-hearted tree gods met Hong and Qin who were scarred, they took them in. As a fateful creature, Hong possessed great wisdom and soon became Yun San's good teacher and helpful friend. They lived in the territory of the tree gods and lived in Baby was born here.
To Yun San, Xiaobao is like his own son
cut
Fan Qing said disdainfully: "A broken octopus monster, only idiots like you have time to name him. Now hand over that Shui Ming named Xiaobao, otherwise, I will catch it myself."
Yun San felt trembling all over, and asked excitedly, "What are you going to do to Xiaobao?"
Fan Qing sneered and said, "Since he is a creature of destiny, he must of course be my slave. This is his unchangeable destiny."
"The person who told me this said that fateful creatures are meant to be slaves to others, and their lives are miserable and miserable. I think they betrayed the God of Creation, and the God of Creation thought it would be too cheap to kill them, so he gave them a fixed life. Each generation of fateful creatures will accept the judgment of fate, and the number will become smaller and smaller, until the last generation, they will bear a fate that is worse than all previous generations combined and then die. "
"Impossible" Yun San roared: "How can such a well-behaved child, Xiaobao, suffer a tragic fate? It's impossible and unfair."
I bother
With a cold face, Fan Qing said impatiently: "It's only a softie like you who talks nonsense about fairness and unfairness. There has never been such a thing as fairness in this world. It just depends on whose fist is harder."
"Why don't you explain that everyone is an intelligent race, why did your tree gods want to starve themselves, but the fruits you worked so hard to get were sent to Lao Tzu's territory? Then explain, everyone is an intelligent race, why did I kill you?" You are as easy as playing, but you have no power to fight back."
"Fairness is the fig leaf for softies like us. We like to bully you if we don't like fairness at all. Now we want to kill you. Even the tree god you enshrine will be uprooted today."
clap clap clap clap
As soon as Fan Qing finished speaking, when Yun San and his clan were already on the verge of despair, someone applauded suddenly from afar.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a group of strangers outside the barrier. The leader was quite young, only in his twenties, laughing and applauding without injury, and beside him was a tall, serious old man, His brows were already furrowed in displeasure.
It's Han Lang and his brothers
woo woo
Xiaobao shouted loudly in the distance, Han Lang saw him, and a catastrophe was imminent, Yun San arranged for people to hide him on the big tree, he saw Han Lang as if he saw a savior, and wanted to rush over, but was caught The people around me held it down.
Han Lang winked at Xiaobao, and then said to the brothers around him nonchalantly: "Brothers, if you don't like fairness, it depends on whose fist is hard. This is what he said himself, you all heard it clearly."
"At first, I thought it would be too cruel to kill a tribe rashly. Now that they think so, I don't have any burden in my heart."
Han Lang's joke made everyone laugh out loud, and it also offended the ghost-faced warriors.
"Which tribe do you belong to?" Fan Qing said with a dark face. He felt Sima Hunfeng's strong killing intent, and he was a little uncertain, so he didn't attack Han Lang and the others rashly. After all, he was a super God of War, Sima Hunfeng The effect of appearing here is like a lion walking out from behind a pack of wolves, which is quite scary.
Han Lang sneered and said, "We are not from any tribe, we are us. Tribes have ranks. There are patriarchs, elders and other high-ranking guys, but we are just a group of brothers."
"Look at the guys behind me, they are not good people, let alone my subordinates, we just like to hang out together, don't look at them on the battlefield, they listen to me, and they all dare to attack me with knives when they return home. "
"If you really want to know, I can only tell you that when we brothers are together, we are called Langya."
Hearing Han Lang's weird words, Fan Qing couldn't understand and widened his eyes, but brothers like Boya felt relieved.
They have never been an organization like a legion or a tribe, but a group of friends, a group of brothers, everyone is equal, no one manages anyone, they stay together when they are happy, and they break up at any time if they are not happy.
Obviously, Fan Qing had never seen such a loosely structured army, and he did not believe that such an unruly army would have combat effectiveness.
Although Sima Hunfeng is very scary, Fan Qing still doesn't take Han Lang and the others seriously. After all, Han Lang and the others are few, and there are only about a hundred of them at full count. Most of them are still outside, but they just heard about Xiaobao After the situation here, the brothers who stayed at home discussed it and felt that we should help with this matter, so they came together.
With a cold face, Fan Qing said in a deep voice: "I don't care if you are a tribe or what, if you dare to meddle in the affairs of my ghost face clan, you will die."
clatter
The soldiers of the ghost face clan, tens of thousands of horses, surrounded Han Lang, number one hundred and ten.
Fan Qing kept winking at his most capable men, meaning that as long as the battle started, deal with Sima Hunfeng first, that was the person he feared the most. Although it was the first time they met, Fan Qing could clearly feel that Sima Hunfeng was super high Fan Qing didn't care much about the pressure brought by grades, as for others like Han Lang.
"Han Lang, this has nothing to do with you. You are outsiders. Don't meddle in tribal wars. Once you start, you will be enemies of all tribes," Yun San shouted anxiously.
"Let's do nothing but bullshit." Han Lang suddenly changed his face, and reprimanded Yun San severely: "Isn't it great to be an enemy of the tribe? Our brothers came here with the blood of the gods?"
"Since we dare to fight against the gods group, we dare to fight against the tribe and the whole world"
"If you don't believe me, just ask, does anyone care about the brothers behind me?"
From Boya to Sima Hunfeng, and even Luo Ying, they all looked disdainful. They were killed from the Gods Group back then, and they were not even afraid of giants like the Gods Group, let alone these tribes.
Raising one hand, pointing at Fan Qing, Han Lang said loudly: "I tell you that there has never been any destiny in this world. Back then they all said that the earth was going to end. I didn't believe it. Today you said that Xiaobao is destined to be miserable all his life, but I still don't believe it." "
Ka Ka Ka
Han Lang's right hand was slowly unfolding, and the joints creaked.
"Three minutes" Han Lang shouted at Fan Qinggao: "Just three minutes, I'll kill you!"
arrogance
It's crazy to the bone
Fan Qing, the patriarch of the ghost-faced clan, had never been threatened like this, and immediately became furious and ordered his subordinates to rush forward.
"Extinct field, open" Han Lang finally opened his right hand completely, and said in a deep voice. To be continued. ..
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