Abandoned child!
This is the fact that Chifeng thought of for the first time.
Perhaps even in order to block the news, the family deliberately besieged the entire Luoshan.
What a frustration!
This feeling of being treated as an abandoned child makes Chifeng very uncomfortable.
Even if this decision was made by the Eleven Clans, Chifeng still felt very uncomfortable.
These people have never thought about their ideas at all.
puff!
Chifeng raised his hands high, his knees slightly bent, and he just knelt to the ground.
"I surrender."
His body was tightened in a straight line, clinging to the ground, looking like those devout Buddhist disciples who knelt down and knocked five times.
Until then, Tuster's roar did not return to the four wilds.
"..."
Countless elders looked at Chifeng with incredible expressions.
It's too simple.
Even Master Qin can use the Monroe family's Kuibao to kill 11 powerful masters of the Sixth Heaven in one fell swoop.
Isn't it the five heavens of the ancient gods
Everyone is the fifth heaven of ancient gods, so why do you want to surrender
It was just a moment of hesitation when a hot long knife pierced through the air and slashed at the front door of one of the clan elders.
The elder of the clan made a sound of the ancient twelve clans, all with weird skills and spiritual power, facing the long sword that broke through the sky, he sneered.
"Tast, your head is growing grass, and you dare to move a knife at me."
Hum!
The surging qi and blood flowed, and the elder condensed the qi and blood into a long knife, holding the knife to block it.
However, at the end of the sky, countless small catkins floated under the net of the sky and the earth, which looked like a small snowfall.
The fragile snowflakes floated in the air and landed on the ground, sticking to the placket and chest of the clan elder's long knife.
This clan elder only felt that the surging blood in his body seemed to freeze, turning into a block of ice and snow, frozen.
"what is this?"
The elder was horrified.
However, before he could react, Tuster's long knife had already passed over his chest, dividing his mind, body, and spiritual consciousness into two pieces.
Only then did the elder realize it.
"These willow catkins can even solidify their spiritual sense..."
With unwillingness, the corpse scattered in two crashed to the ground.
With a successful move, Tuster looked at the long knife in his hand in astonishment.
"Why is it so easy?"
"Is it because I have become stronger, or are these weak chickens too inadvertently chopped."
"It doesn't matter, let's kill it first."
One after another, Tast was like slaughtering pigs and dogs, killing five clan elders of five ancient gods and five heavens one after another.
At this time, even with Tast's dull nerves, he knew that it was not that he had become stronger, but that the catkins and snowflakes falling between the heavens and the earth were restricting the vitality and movement of these clan elders.
"But even so, it's so cool."
"Sure enough, the ancients said it well, leaning against the big tree to enjoy the cool."
"It feels refreshing to have a thigh held."
Thinking about the pain of the previous escape, and comparing it with the happiness now, Tuster swears in his heart that if anyone dares to be disrespectful to Qin Feng, Tuster is the first one to be unwilling.
As for unwillingness
Of course he was hacked to death.
This is Tuster's simple truth.
Looking at Tast, who was wantonly killing in Luoshan, the elder Baimei's eyes fell on Chifeng, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked Qin Feng: "What about this?"
In the calm voice, no emotion could be heard, as if a most competent housekeeper was asking the owner of the house, what to do with this cattle and sheep, whether to slaughter and eat meat, or continue to raise and graze.
It's that simple.
"How about this person?"
Qin Feng didn't answer directly, but looked over with interest.
So decisive and simple, it's a rare talent.
Change the time and place, maybe Qin Feng can still have a good drink with this person, but it's not possible here.
"He is a character, decisive, cold, and decisive."
Elder Baimei gave the most pertinent evaluation.
"Oh!"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Which family belongs to?"
Elder Baimei swept across Chifeng thoughtfully and replied, "Solomon's family."
Listening to the meaning of Qin Feng's words, Elder Baimei knew that Qin Feng had moved his mind, and this Chifeng was likely to survive because of this.
But a thousand-year war slave contract is essential.
I just don't know if Chifeng can bear this kind of shame.
"The Solomon family!"
Qin Feng's eyes flickered, first Nile, then Thorne, and now Chifeng, it seems that the Solomon family is violating himself.
Just kill it.
"Want to live?"
Qin Feng's voice was very soft, falling in the wind, even half a meter could not be heard, but Chifeng, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head.
"Want to live."
His voice was firm, decisive, and not sloppy, but it highlighted the evaluation of Elder Baimei: decisive.
A really interesting person.
"A thousand-year war slave contract."
Qin Feng offered the conditions.
The one-thousand-year war slave contract was naturally false, and Qin Feng's goal was to take puppets.
"War slave contract."
Chifeng's expression changed as he listened to Qin Feng's conditions.
The battle slave contract Chifeng is naturally clear. The Solomon family has countless war slaves. Even on Luoshan, Chifeng also brought hundreds of war slaves from the ancient gods.
Just over a month of siege, these war slaves suffered heavy losses.
Thinking of this, Chifeng couldn't help but raise his head: "How do I know that you are not lying to me."
Once the war slave contract is signed, it is equivalent to handing over his life to the owner of the contract. Chifeng wants to live, but does not want to live so dignified or useless.
Qin Feng looked directly at Chifeng's eyes and said calmly, "You can only trust me."
"Otherwise, you will die."
The faint voice is as simple as slaughtering a live pig in a pig farm.
"But, I am the elder of the Solomon family."
Chifeng still wants to struggle and strive for a better condition for himself.
However, Qin Feng said impatiently, "So what!"
"Three breaths, give you three breaths time to make a decision. Once the time passes, you will definitely die."
This is Qin Feng's answer.
The time of one breath, two breaths, and three breaths flashed by.
Chifeng sighed and bowed his head sullenly: "I sign."
In the end, Chifeng chose to bow his head and gamble on Qin Feng's credit.
"Ha ha!"
Qin Feng chuckled. Under the witness of the elder Baimei, Qingchelu familiarly signed the war slave contract with Chifeng, and then accepted a puppet.
"Go back and tell the Solomon family, within three days, I want to know the decision of the Solomon family."
Qin Feng confessed softly that since he chose to resist, he would have to bear the consequences of the resistance.
Qin Feng didn't have time to delay time with the eleven clans.
If you don't accept it, then kill the chicken and curse it.
The Solomon family is the chicken.
Qin Feng wanted to tell the Eleven Clan that if he wanted to survive, he should hurry up and spend his life, otherwise, people would die and the money would be gone.
After quietly confessing to Chifeng, Qin Feng turned his gaze again and fell on Elder Baimei: "Through the mainland, the Monroe family will hold the patriarch's enthronement ceremony three days later."