The situation in Xuanhuang City is complicated. Not only does it have such a powerful sect as the "Three Sects and Two Sects", there is also a battle of "Seize the Prophet", and the undercurrent is raging.
The Yiren tribe was also involved and was a supporter of the third son Zhao Yan.
After thinking about it, Qin Feng decided to change his plan.
It is indeed not easy to get directly into the Yiren tribe. The Yiren tribe is too closed and too cautious to allow a stranger to approach for no reason.
However, if San Gongzi can be allowed to come forward, the difficulty will drop a lot immediately.
Therefore, Qin Feng's plan was to get San Gongzi first.
A certain day.
"I heard that you want to see this son? Want to work for this son?"
At the mansion of the third son, a handsome young man was looking at Qin Feng curiously.
"It's true."
Qin Feng smiled lightly.
"You can defeat the few guest officials in my house. It shows that you have a good cultivation level. But how do I know if you were sent by other young masters?"
Zhao Yan is very cautious.
"The son is more concerned, the son does not need to doubt too much, just trust me."
A red light flashed across Qin Feng's eyes, and the big puppet technique suddenly operated.
"this is… "
Zhao Yan's expression changed and he realized that it was not good.
It's a pity that his cultivation is far inferior to Qin Feng, and he can't compete with the big puppet technique at all.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yan lost consciousness.
When he wakes up, he has already bowed in front of Qin Feng.
"Zhao Yan pays homage to the master..."
"Help me with one thing and send me to the Yiren clan."
Qin Feng is straight to the point.
"The master wants to join the Yiren clan, this is not difficult. The patriarch of the Yiren clan has a good relationship with me. As long as I say a word, they will accept the master."
Zhao Yan said again.
The situation is completely different when the third son is settled and contacted with the Yi people as the third son.
The third son is the great benefactor of the Yi people. How can the Yi people be negligent and suspicious when they treat the people of the third son
…
The next day.
The third son personally took Qin Feng to the residence of the Yi people.
This is a closed and ancient tribal village, in a cliff valley, Taniguchi is guarded strictly, and it is difficult for birds to cross.
There are guard towers around the tribe, and on each guard tower, there are elders with superb shooting skills garrisoned.
Anyone who wants to get in and out here cannot escape their eyes.
Of course, the three sons are distinguished, and he can freely enter and exit the tribe of the Yi people.
"Is the third son coming?"
On the watch tower, an elder drank loudly.
Immediately, many people of the tribe were alarmed and stepped forward to greet each other.
"I don't know if the third son is here, please atone for it."
In the crowd, an elderly man in a green robe smiled apologetically.
This green-robed old man was the patriarch of the Yi people. By his side, he was also followed by a girl in leather and ponytail, it was Xianger.
Xianger's identity is the granddaughter of the patriarch.
"Old Han is serious, it's because I came too hurriedly."
San Gongzi waved his hand and said with a faint smile.
"Who is this?"
Soon, Old Han noticed Qin Feng next to San Gongzi.
"Huh? Why are you?"
Xianger also recognized Qin Feng at a glance.
"Xiang'er, do you know this person?"
Old Han asked.
"Grandpa, he saved us in the last shooting and hunting competition."
Xianger said excitedly.
When meeting Qin Feng for the first time, she was too guarded and unsmiling.
But this time, the alertness dropped a lot.
Moreover, Qin Feng was the person brought by the third son, undoubtedly adding another layer of trust.
"Oh? So your Excellency is Xianger's great benefactor? Please be worshipped by the old and corrupt!"
Old Han clasped his fists and bowed, extremely respectful.
First, Qin Feng rescued Xianger.
Second, Qin Feng is a member of the third son.
Based on these two conditions, Old Han dare not show any disrespect to Qin Feng.
"It turns out you have known each other a long time ago, and things will be easier now."
The third son laughed.
"I wonder what's the matter with the third son?"
Old Han was very surprised.
"Two years later, it's the general election of the city lord, and I am also recruiting soldiers everywhere, and Mr. Qin is the guest secretary I invited."
"Mr. Qin has practiced shooting since he was a child, but he has recently encountered a bottleneck, so I ask Mr. Han to fuck for a while."
San Gongzi said in a whisper.
"This… "
Old Han smiled bitterly, very embarrassed.
The shooting skills of the Yi people originated from the ancestor Dayi, but they are not secret skills.
So far, no outsider has ever obtained the true biography of the Yiren tribe.
"San Gongzi, I'm afraid this won't work. Our Yi Ren clan's shooting skills will only be passed on to our own family."
An elder spoke first.
Hearing this, San Gongzi frowned, his face a little gloomy.
"Elder Qiu, what are you talking about? The third son is so kind to us, isn't it his own family?"
Xianger couldn't help but collide.
Qin Feng saved her life, and she has a lot of affection for Qin Feng.
"Xiang'er is right. San Gongzi cannot be considered an outsider. Since San Gongzi opened Chinchilla and this Mr. Qin saved Xiang'er's life, we should repay him."
Old Han pondered for a long time before he made a decision.
And hearing this, many people in the tribe looked unhappy, and the eyes that looked at Qin Feng were full of hostility.
Of course, Xianger was very pleased and finally had the opportunity to repay his favor.
"Thank you, Mr. Han, for selling me this face."
The third son gave a fist.
Then he smiled again: "In a few days, I will send some more materials, including the latest batch of forged arrows."
"Then thank you San Gongzi."
Old Han smiled.
Over the years, the three sons have been donating various materials to them, in addition to food, clothing, shelter, and medicine, weapons and so on.
Because of this, Mr. Han couldn't refuse the third son's request.
"Mr. Qin, you will cultivate here and tell me if you have any requirements."
The third son arched his hands and left the tribe.
When the third son left, Xianger couldn't restrain his excitement, and quickly stepped forward to have a conversation with Qin Feng.
"You said last time that you were from Xuanhuangcheng. I thought you were lying to me. I didn't expect you to be the third son's guest."
"Sorry, it was the first time we met last time. I dare not expose my identity at will."
Qin Feng scratched his head and smiled.
"Yes, without San Gongzi's permission, how could he report his family?"
Xianger whispered.
"By the way, who did you learn archery from? I think you showed off your hand last time and surprised us all."
"This... ancestral shooting technique is only, I dare not compare it with the Yi people."
The two talked very happily, which also made many Yi Ren tribe disciples jealous.
Xianger is very popular, and the people like her very much. Now a foreigner has strengthened their limelight, which makes them very unhappy.
"Han Dong, what is that kid's background? Haven't you met him, you should understand?"
Four or five teenagers gathered together and all looked at Han Dong.
"He and I are just one side fate. I only know that this person's shooting skills are good. I'm afraid he is better than us."
Han Dong smiled bitterly.
"Better than us? Blow, right?"
"I don't believe that the shooting skills of the Yi people are unparalleled in the world, and no one can be more powerful than us."
Several teenagers quit immediately.
"Hey, kid... I heard that you are very good at shooting, dare you to compare with me? If you don't dare, you won't be eligible to stay in our Yi human race."
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