Hearing these murderous words, everyone's scalp was numb, and they were too scared to talk much.
"No matter what Mr. Ye plans to do, now our Dragon Blood Tree tribe has no way out!"
"Rather than being trampled on by the Spruce Tribe, let's... give it a shot!"
Singer said generously.
Although they know that they may face blood and blood, but new hatreds add to old hatreds, and everyone in the Dragon Blood Tribe knows that if they fail, they will become benevolent.
"Not bad! We want to avenge the God of Nature!"
"Simon must not be allowed to use despicable means to confuse the Aslan people!!"
For most Aslan people, the gods of nature and beauty are the parent gods and their beliefs.
No matter how prestigious Simon is, he is still a member of the Spruce Tribe.
After leaving the spruce, the recognition of Saimon by other tribes is actually a little higher than that of worshipping a strong person, and it will not be deified.
It is precisely because of this that Simon needs to make a big circle to win over people's hearts.
The high-level tribe here has finalized the next goal to fight against the Spruce tribe.
On the other hand, the beauty god ceremony has also reached its final stage.
Although Ye Fan didn't pay attention, he glanced at him inadvertently and found a familiar figure crying on the stage.
"Elder Singer, it's a pity, if Ling Ai prepares earlier, there is a high probability that he will win the championship."
"Yeah, there is a bit of a lack of manners, and a lot of points are lost."
Several elders who were judges expressed regret to the Singer family.
Only then did Ye Fan know that Lan Duoduo ranked third in this selection.
It's not that the top two are more beautiful than her, but they are not very beautiful in terms of temperament and manners.
These handsome guys and beauties who came to participate in the selection are all "professional training".
Lan Duoduo, a female man who dances knives and guns with a group of men every day, is naturally incomparable.
"She should be taught a lesson, and I would like to thank the elders for correcting her," Singer was generous.
"Father, Duoduo is for me. She participated in this beauty god ceremony. She tried her best. Please don't blame her."
Kuratu knew that his father really wanted face, so he was worried that his sister would be punished.
"If you are not beautiful enough, you must continue to work hard. If you should be taught a lesson, you will naturally be taught a lesson."
Singer's face was serious, but he turned his head slightly and said, "You must help Mr. Ye with all your heart in the future. If you want to do things within the Hui clan, I will not stop you."
Kuratu was stunned, unable to believe what he heard.
"Father...you...you allowed me to go home?"
"I didn't say that."
After Xin Ge finished speaking, he nodded slightly with Ye Fan, then turned and left.
On the face of a fierce man in Kuratu, the eye circles were all red.
Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw his expression, but he actually understood.
For Kuratu, returning home not only means seeing his family, but what he desires more is his father's approval.
"Mr. Ye, thank you!"
Curatu is stupid and can't speak rhetoric, but this thank you is very sincere.
"Thank you, I didn't specifically help you. If you want to thank you, thank your sister," Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Yeah... Duoduo also worked very hard and did the things she hated the most for my incompetent brother."
Kuratu was about to express his thoughts, but when he looked up, he found that Ye Fan had disappeared
How could Ye Fan have any spare time to listen to him tell about these thoughts.
In a blink of an eye, Ye Fan had come to the platform of the divine tree again.
The bluestone tables and stools, the small red clay stove, and the black pottery kettle are boiled mountain springs.
Ye Qun lifted the kettle, brewed tea, and was waiting for the tea drinker.
"Congratulations, young master, this time, I have gained a lot from the Dragon Blood God Tree."
"This is the tender bud of the dragon's blood leaf. After picking, the specially made dragon's blood tea can't be found anywhere else."
Ye Fan sat down, not in a hurry to drink tea, and said, "You transmit your voice to me, please come up, shouldn't it be just a cup of tea?"
"Of course I have something to say, but the young master doesn't have to worry, just drink some tea and speak slowly," Ye Qun said.
"Ah Qun, I also want to slow down, but time waits for no one."
Ye Fan said sternly: "This time I blocked Simon's plan, and I can't hide it."
"I must master enough power before the official battle, otherwise I will die..." Ye Qun sighed: "Master, this old slave thinks that this matter... is not that simple."
"Of course it's not easy, how could it be easy to compete with the top ten in the history of the academy, the judges of the temple..." Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Although it may be a little worse, but it's the real thing, the same level as the old foodies... "The old slave is not just referring to Simon."
"Oh?"
Ye Fan frowned, "What do you want to say?"
Ye Qun said: "The old slave has followed the master for many years. Although he is not allowed to spy on the whole picture of the creator, more or less, there is a concept."
"The fall of the natural god Dumuti this time is too abrupt..." "Even if Saimon is the best among the creators, killing the god... is it really that easy?"
Ye Fan's eyes flickered and he fell into contemplation.
"Young master, think about it, although Master Lu is a blue dragon of nine calamities, he is also an ordinary creator after all."
"This god of nature, Dumuti, may not be as good as Master Lu in many aspects, but he is also the main god in charge of natural creatures, not a minor god..." "Even if the temple intervened, the old god could only banish Master Lu, and there was no way to kill him. Die it..." "But now, this natural god, said no
It's too easy. "
Ye Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"The higher the realm of the battle, the more often only the simplest strength is needed to crush."
"If I really reach the realm of the creator, it is not impossible to kill the creator of the same level with one sword."
Ye Qun smiled and said: "Master, that's you, you have the sword of the unparalleled emperor... Ke Saimon, does he have it?"
Ye Fan couldn't help being silent. Although he had never fought against Saimon, he had encountered it after all.
Back then, in the Chaos River, Simon couldn't erase him immediately.
If Saimon had the means of thunder, he might not be able to wait for the Queen of Thousand Faces to come.
"Ah Qun, what do you mean, there is something strange behind this?"
Ye Qun lowered his head and said, "The old slave thought... Before I figure out how Saimon killed the God of Nature, the young master might as well endure it for a while."
"Young master is an anomaly. If you are willing to avoid it, no one will find you."
"Why set a seven-day deadline for yourself to confront Simon so early?"
Ye Fan chuckled lightly: "I just arrested the people from the Spruce Tribe and lit the gunpowder lead. Now... you want me to avoid it?"
"Master, you don't owe the dragon blood tree tribe, let alone the Aslan people."
"Long Xie Guard, there are two sets of Qimen formations left by the master, which are enough to deal with the spruce iron cavalry."
"If you are not here, Saimon won't take the shot openly, and the Dragon Blood Tree tribe will not lose too much."
Ye Fan looked at the old servant deeply and fell into deep thought...