"Patriarch Peng, what do you mean?"
Of course Feng Shixi was not a soft persimmon. Seeing such a shameless behavior by the Peng Clan, he immediately put the wine glass on the table and asked in a deep voice.
"Sit down, everyone!"
As a result, Peng Shiba looked at the focused gaze of the audience and waved his hand, ignoring Feng Shixi's questioning, and let everyone sit down and talk first.
This time, the atmosphere on the court became more tense.
This sacred bird supreme first swept Feng eleven’s face, and then aggressive, sitting down obeyed the attitude of his Peng eleven, standing was to support Feng eleven’s position, and immediately took the sacred bird of the nine tribes. The dinner party turned into a meeting for standing in line.
What is this old thing going to do?
Several tycoons of the Feng clan narrowed their eyes and puffed up momentum.
And just as the swords were drawn, the other of the three major races, the patriarch of the Golden Crow tribe [Jin Jiu], came out with a smile:
"Haha, Brother Feng, don't get angry. Patriarch Peng must have something to say. We might as well listen to him first, and then it's not too late to drink this wine, hahaha!"
Smiling back and forth, but what is intriguing is that the Jinjiu patriarch finally sat down, and when he took the people of the Jinwu tribes to take a seat, the Feng tribe still standing at the scene seemed extremely embarrassing.
These grandchildren!
Lao Bi Fang's eyes straightened behind Feng Eleven.
However, none of the Feng clan members were seated at this moment. Others came to provoke, and of course none of the Feng clan could bear it!
Feng eleven, even more as the facade of the Feng clan, is straightforward.
"Come here! Since Patriarch Peng doesn't want to drink our [Biyan Wine] from Sunset Valley, let them all withdraw. The wine of the Feng Clan only entertains enthusiastic friends, and the barbarians who are not polite are not welcome!"
Damn it!
These words made the atmosphere so tense to explode.
The Peng clan pretended to be forced, and the Feng clan slapped his face directly.
If you don't drink it, then give it to me! !
The people of the Peng clan who were still sneering suddenly froze their smiles on their faces. It was unexpected that the patriarch of the Feng clan would be so hot today, and the patriarch of the Jinwu who had just come out to be a peacemaker was somewhat determined at this moment. Put his eyes on the glass of wine in front of him.
The situation was so fast that it reached such a fierce level, that Patriarch Peng was really a domineering impatient...
"hehe!"
At this moment, the Peng Clan Supreme Peng Eighteen who was the first to pick up the matter finally stood up and spoke with a sneer.
"Brother Feng is so angry today. It seems that this time the Feng Clan has a new leader and he is really emboldened. I don't remember how I failed miserably under my Peng Clan Qingjie the previous few times!"
Peng XVIII, I really didn't come to chat today, you will expose your scars as soon as you speak!
"Peng XVIII, if you are not convinced, you can wait until the conference is over three days later before you speak wildly. It's just that tonight is a happy day for my Feng clan to entertain you kindly. If you are willing to talk to others, stay, or get out!"
Good guys!
Feng Shixi deserves to be the leader of the Feng clan, the hot king of heaven, and the people who talked about this were very excited, and the Lao Bifang and others behind were almost about to applaud.
"Wine, of course we want to drink it." Peng Shiba faced Feng Shishi's domineering declaration, vying for each other: "It's just that there is something in my heart, so this wine is also unhappy."
"Just let it out if you have a fart!"
"Brother Feng, the All Souls Pilgrimage Assembly, Chaode is the sacred sycamore tree left by Her Majesty the Phoenix Dancer, and even the sacred bird that won us Wing Yuntian. I think... should this sacred tree be placed? Only the strongest race is worthy of the word'pilgrimage'!"
"Peng Eighteen, what do you put on the fart!!"
With a bang, the Feng clan members collectively exploded.
Anyone can understand the meaning of this, which is to compete for the sacred phoenix tree of their Phoenix tribe.
This ****** is the deed of the root of life, Saint Wutong, represents the female emperor’s natal inheritance, but also represents the glory and glory of the Feng clan for millions of years. If this is moved by the Kunpeng clan, what will it be?【Motianya】 Go, the entire Feng Clan will apologize!
"Go! Let him go, Patriarch, these bastards are just dreaming, Sunset Valley does not welcome these wolves and ambitions!"
"Yes, patriarch, let them go! The sacred phoenix tree is the spiritual root of our Feng clan. Sharing the sacred fruit with them is already a blessing. They are simply ungrateful!"
The people of the Feng clan were so angry that their hair was blown up, and the faces of the big men like Feng Shixi were even harder to see the extreme.
They never expected that the Peng Clan came to participate in the meeting this time, and they reported such a big rebellious idea. This was the rhythm of going to war with the entire Feng Clan.
What's more terrible is that when the two sides confronted each other, the patriarch of the Golden Crow, Jin Jiu, who had been staring at the wine cup and thinking about his life, slowly stood up.
"Patriarch Feng, I think the matter of Patriarch Peng is reasonable. The sacred sycamore tree should be inhabited by the virtuous. The Feng tribe has been blessed by the female emperor for millions of years. It is also time for the grace of the female emperor to spread to other people. That's it!!"
"Jinjiu! You guys have colluded!!"
The situation took a turn for the worse.
The Peng clan actually moved the Jinwu tribes to compete for the sacred sycamore tree in this All Souls Conference, but this is actually not a problem of too many people. The sacred sycamore tree is the Phoenix family’s thing. If it is taken by force, then It is the rhythm of the war.
Feng eleven, sneered at the two big men on the opposite side:
"Huh! Peng Eighteen, Jin Jiu, I only allow you to say this last time in Sunset Valley, and if you dare to say a little bit about taking away the sacred sycamore tree, you are the deadly enemies of my Feng Clan. Today, unless you kill us all, no one will even want to touch a leaf of the sacred sycamore tree!"
What a staunch wind eleven, each word seems to represent the blazing flames of the fire and phoenix clan, and everyone behind the phoenix clan is full of enthusiasm, and all the robes of the phoenix clan outside the venue have already surged their own. Overwhelming flames, if you don't agree, you are ready to do it!
"Haha, Brother Feng, what are you talking about?"
Unexpectedly, Peng Eighteen was not rigid right now, but smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him, actually speaking softly:
"Everyone is Yi Yuntian's sacred bird. Of course, they won't kill each other. What I just said is just a suggestion. If Brother Feng feels wrong, then let it go. It's just... From now on, I won't be able to do this pilgrimage meeting. Forget it, it doesn't mean much."
"Does love come, you treat us as willing to share the sacred fruit with you, bah!" Old Bi Fang sipped unceremoniously.
"But the Temple of the Empress will not welcome you from the Phoenix race from now on. Patriarch Jinwu and I will take good care of the holy place. Your Majesty’s inheritance is to be reserved for the truly brave and strong, rather than guarding the ancestors. A coward who doesn’t want to be enterprising!!"
what! !
It turns out this guy is here waiting for us!
Feng Shixi and others changed color again.
The female emperor Fengwu, whose family is in the sunset valley, left the sacred sycamore tree to nourish all generations; but she later radiated the entire Yi Yuntian, and the female emperor’s temple built by posterity to commemorate her was on a sacred mountain near the Sky Cliff. If Peng Shiba really turned his face and occupied the Empress’s Temple, it would be an unbearable loss for the Feng Clan!
"Peng Shiba, what do you want!!" Feng 11 squinted at his old opponent.
"Haha, my thoughts have been said very clearly!" Peng Shiba grinned: "This time in the All Souls Conference, if the Peng Clan wins the first prize again, then I will transplant the Saint Sycamore tree to the Sky Cliff. When will the Phoenix Clan win the first prize? To be able to lead Yi Yuntian again, just come back again!"
Just return it after a good sentence.
Peng Eighteen is really confident to the extreme. This is clearly saying that as long as you dare to agree, the sacred sycamore tree will take root on the skyscraper from now on. If you don't agree, you will always say goodbye to the Empress Temple in the future!
Choose for yourself!
This is domineering and proud of the world, and this is to suppress people with power.
Feng eleven had no words at all at that moment, and the old Bi Fang and other big men behind him had nothing to do except staring in flames.
Who made the Peng Clan the boss of Yi Yuntian now
Who made Peng Eighteen's combat power have already surpassed the Immortal Venerable, even stronger than Feng Eleven
And what makes this group of Peng tribe proud of the most is the four supreme youths called [Four Young Peng tribes]. So far, these four have not made their appearances in public, but just Chongpeng 18 today can be imagined as confident as it is.
The Peng Clan must have prepared the strongest battle team for this All Souls Meeting! !
But now, they are trying to force the palace ahead of time, to make a promise before the conference, and immediately resist the tree and leave after winning.
Depressed.
The atmosphere at the scene suppressed everyone from the Feng family to the extreme.
Although this is Sunset Valley, and even though there are nearly 10,000 Feng clan members around, Peng Shiba relies on his own fame and unites with the Jinwu clan to overwhelm the entire Feng clan.
But at this time.
A young and mad voice suddenly rang:
Slap ~ slap ~
When this voice spoke, it was still chewing meat, and my mouth was full of oil when I heard it:
"Hey, who, do you regard our sacred tree as Chinese cabbage? Move it if you want, or return it if you want?"
The sound of flowing air, the mouthful of oily attitude, in this tense atmosphere, like a direct slap, slapped Peng Shiba's face fiercely, shocking everyone.
who
Dare to speak to Peng Clan Supreme like this
Everyone's gaze scanned the audience, and in the end, they focused effortlessly on a table inside the Feng Clan. A standing Bi Fang was holding a piece of animal leg on the table and gnawing happily, obviously squeezing out. Kung Fu came and sprayed the sentence of Peng Shishi.
It's the crazy little Bifang just now!
Everyone recognized Huo'er at once, and the flamboyant picture just before disappeared from his mind, this guy made another amazing move.
Peng Shiba, squinted at what Huo'er said, and behind him, a Peng clan elder naturally came out and yelled immediately:
"Clan Chief Feng, why are your juniors so ignorant of the rules? At this time, where are young people talking, but our patriarch just asked you to agree or disagree. Give me a word!"
But when I finished speaking, before Feng Shixi could answer, I saw Huo'er threw the clean bones from his hand onto the plate, made a bang, wiped his mouth, and walked out from behind, and said as he spoke. :
"Rules? I'll wipe your grandfather, your grandchildren came to our sunset valley as a guest. The first glass of wine was not good, and they were clamoring to snatch our ancestral tree. This is the damn thing of your Peng clan. Rules? Don't lose the face of your fairy here, okay!"
Wow! !
The naked curse rippled throughout the sunset valley.
Everyone was shocked by the shrew-like curse of Huo'er.