"It's dark... Let's not talk about it, Meng Hao, this time you are in serious trouble. The Yun Tian Bu sent a war clan to kill you. Because of the Five Poison Bud, there are also demon spirits." Zhou Dekun glanced at the sky, frowned and spoke.
Hearing most of the words Yuntian, Meng Hao's eyes flashed cold and did not speak.
"Fortunately, it's me who is leading the team this time. Don't worry about this. I won't let my junior and brother suffer here." Zhou Dekun patted his chest. He is not young. Although these twists and turns, life is extremely moist. At this moment It seems to be a lot younger.
"How many concubines have you married?" Meng Hao smiled.
"Not much, not much, I just took the eighth place last month." Zhou Dekun's face was flushed, and then he coughed a few words.
"Don't talk about it, so, Junior Brother, you and I are acting..." Zhou Dekun said, lowering his head and talking with Meng Hao. Meng Hao widened his eyes and smiled bitterly.
"So... okay?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment.
"It's okay, I listen to my brother!" Zhou Dekun looked serious, and Meng Hao groaned for a moment, but could only nod his head.
After a while...
"It turns out that you are the Wushen tribe and even the entire northern West Desert, crushing thousands of tribes all the way, and directly rising, making most of them the strongest in the northern West Desert!
I admire it, that's all, if the two sides are fighting, there will be deaths and injuries. The old man Zhou Dekun does not want to see the bloodshed. And if there is a word of virtue in my name, then I will convince people with virtue!
I will give you ten years. In these ten years, I, Zhou Dekun, will convince you with virtue! "Zhou Dekun let out a loud roar, and the voice spread from all directions, falling into the ears of the tribesmen of both tribes in mid-air. The Wushen tribe was better, and everyone in the war clan was stunned.
Although they don't know Zhou Dekun well, they are in a large department, and they have heard some rumors. No matter how they look at it, Zhou Dekun doesn't seem to convince people with morality.
The Zhan Clan Patriarch and the Great Sacrifice even opened their eyes wide, completely stunned, not sure what Zhou Dekun was doing this time.
At the same time, the two figures of Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao whizzed out from the sky. After they were separated, Meng Haoqiang endured the awkwardness in his heart and held a fist towards Zhou Dekun in the air.
"It turns out that you are the most famous Yuntian, with invincible alchemy, and even Master Zhou Dekun, who has accepted concubines from all directions. I admire you and are willing to gamble with you. For ten years, let's see how you can convince people with virtue." Meng Hao felt awkward as he spoke, smiled bitterly in his heart, coughed dryly, and returned to the boat.
When his words came out, the members of the Wushen tribe opened their eyes one by one, looking at their totem saint ancestor. Those words made them feel extremely surprised. In their influence, the saint ancestor is a killer. How could the blinking Lord speak like this.
"Okay!" Standing on the big black sword, Zhou Dekun spoke very decisively with a flick of his sleeves.
"Unfortunately, there must be a victory or defeat between you and me, otherwise, we should be good friends for a lifetime..." Zhou Dekun looked a pity, and his expression was full of emotion.
"I admire you, since you want to see how to convince people with morals, then you go first, and after three days, I will catch up again. This is my sincerity and the first step to convince people with morals." Zhou Dekun spoke proudly. At that time, the Zhan Clan clan father beside him immediately changed his expression.
"Master Zhou, this is not the case. Once we let them go, where are we going to look for in three days?"
"You have to stop the old man from trying to convince others with morals!" Zhou Dekun's eyes stared.
Meng Hao gave a dry cough, gave Zhou Dekun a weird look, and quickly recalled the lines Zhou Dekun told him before. After thinking about it for a long time, it was really hard to say it, so he coughed again and stopped talking, urging the boat of the Wushen tribe. , Rushed straight to the distance between howling.
"Master Zhou!!" The clan father of the war clan looked anxious. Seeing the Wushen tribe went away, Zhou Dekun still looked proud and stood there unhurriedly, not allowing the war clan to chase him.
"To have confidence in most of my Yuntian, we must convince people with morality!" Zhou Dekun felt a little regretful in his heart, and he planned to say a few more words after Meng Hao finished his lines.
"But the task we received is to kill this part..." The war clan priest was also angry, and said quickly from the side.
"Could it be that you have no confidence in the majority of Yuntian? No confidence in the old man? Hmm?" Zhou Dekun said solemnly. No matter his status or status, he must be higher than everyone here, and even the warlord. Being reported by Zhou Dekun, the entire war clan would suffer.
In a word, let the Zhanzu clan father and the big sacrifice one after another be speechless, just like this, dragged for three days, three days later, these three black swords whizzed away.
A few days later, when these three black swords, desperately unfolding at full speed, caught up with Meng Hao again, Zhou Dekun shouted.
"We meet again, Crow God Tribe, are you convinced?"
The Wushen tribe immediately showed its suffocation, and felt that the war was about to break out.
The same is true for the Zhanzu, they suffocated their stomachs, and at this moment the murderous intent was overwhelming.
Meng Hao smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly in accordance with Zhou Dekun's agreement at the time.
"Not satisfied..."
"Haha, the old man guessed that's the case. If you take it, I think something is wrong. In this way, the old man will let you go for seven days first, and then I will catch up after seven days. This is the only way to convince people by virtue!" Zhou Dekun spoke proudly. , Meng Hao turned around with a bitter smile, and immediately the boat went away.
The clan fathers and the big sacrifices of the war clan were completely angry, and many clan members rushed out in a low roar, and blocked them.
"Stop it, don't you want to betray the clan!" Zhou Dekun yelled.
The roar was shocking, and Shengsheng made the Zhanzu stop. The eyes of the clan father and the great priest were red, and they looked back and stared at Zhou Dekun.
Zhou Dekun snorted coldly, raised his chin, as if you were able to bear me and, even more so, he lifted the corners of his clothes, deliberately revealing the elder token hanging on his body, making the war clan father and the great sacrifice, after seeing it, Don't suppress anger, lower your head.
In this way, time slowly passed, and three months passed.
"You are not convinced!"
"Are you still dissatisfied?"
"Needless to say, the old man knows, you still refuse to accept it, it doesn't matter..."
In the past three months, the Zhan Clan had caught up many times, but every time Zhou Dekun had a lot of excuses and reasons, he let the Crow God tribe leave. Gradually, these three black swords, even if they came from most of them, If it goes on, it can't be consumed. Gradually, the speed is getting slower and slower.
Here, the Wushen tribe has gradually become accustomed to the things that have happened in the past three months. Every time the war clan catches up, they look at it curiously. They have already seen that the old man surnamed Zhou is a good man...
Especially once, it was obvious that the Wushen tribe encountered several medium-sized tribes who joined forces to besiege. At a critical moment, when the warriors appeared, Zhou Dekun let out a roar. Shot, venting the frustration of the past few months on those medium-sized tribes.
Cleared the way for the Wushen tribe, and under Zhou Dekun's virtuous persuasion, without any spoils, let the Wushen tribe tribesmen swept away with weird gazes, whizzing away.
Until another month passed, when the Zhan Clan’s clan father and the great sacrifice could no longer stand, Zhou Dekun agreed to go to war, but instead of fighting on a large scale, it was a single fight...
Therefore, in the next few months, the two tribes almost flew forward and backward, and sometimes cultivators flew out of each other, fighting alone in the air.
There are only two people fighting each time, never more...
Even once there is a life and death crisis, Zhou Dekun will immediately stop it...
Gradually, the Zhanzu became numb. They had already realized that Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao had met and had an extraordinary relationship. Even the Zhanzu clan father and the great sacrifice also acquiesced in this matter.
They also want to understand that in terms of status and identity, they are inferior to Zhou Dekun. Since the opponent is the warlord, Zhou Dekun will naturally bear all the responsibilities for this battle.
That being the case, they would be too lazy to fight again, and simply follow whatever Zhou Dekun said.
Especially at this moment, Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao didn’t even think it was necessary to cover up. The two often set a table in mid-air, sitting there talking, laughing and drinking, and the tribesmen of the two tribes were also lazy with each other. After a bit of meaning, each returned to the tribe.
Getting along well...
What made the clan father and the big sacrifice speechless, only the wry smile was the clansmen of the two tribes. In the past few months of contact, many of them have actually become friends, and they still visit each other to talk about their spiritual experience.
After all, these two tribes are both full of evil spirits and have gone through too many wars. They are dignified towards each other and regarded as rivals. In addition to the war, they are practicing, such as the peace of this little half of the year. It's rare.
A piece of harmony...
Once you encounter an enemy, you don’t need Zhou Dekun to speak. The Zhanzu and the Wushen tribe immediately join forces to fight. The Zhanzu Patriarch and the Great Sacrifice also want to understand. Since the mission has failed, they simply sold it to Zhou Dekun. Be able to forge a good bond in the main part.
In this way, time slowly passed. In the bizarre relationship between the warriors and the Wushen tribe, and sometimes show-like fights, the Wushen tribe had crossed the center of the southern region, not far from the edge of the southern region. NS…
Until this day, a series of three jade slips, with a sense of anger, Qi Qi descended into the war clan. The jade slips were sent from the Yuntian Lord’s tribe. They were full of doubts and anger, and even summoned the war clan and Zhou Dekun. Immediately return to most of Yuntian.
When the task of killing the Wushen Tribe was assigned to another affiliated tribe to complete, Zhou Dekun sighed. He knew that he could only send Meng Hao here.