"It doesn't matter. This is why I called you here." Liu Xun threw the stone in his hand into Wang Yikai's hand. A flash of blood appeared on his fingertips, and the stone shattered. A golden light went straight into Wang Yikai's eyebrows.
"Buzz!..." A golden ripple rolled up, and Wang Yikai was stunned, as if he had seen something unbelievable, because he felt... his strength had increased by more than a thousand times, and his body... was as if he had replaced it with a new body!
"What...what is this thing?" Wang Yikai asked in shock. Yan Chong and the others smiled and said nothing. Liu Xun said, "This is the inheritance of the gold of the Five Elements. This means that from now on you are also an ancient warrior. As for how to use this power, you can ask Yan Chong or Di Yi."
"Ancient warrior..." Wang Yikai fell silent. He had never thought that one day he would become an ancient warrior, and of that, one of the five elements - gold!
"And Ying'er and Brother Yun, you two should remember to consult Yan Chong and Di Yi more often. You now... are simply unable to display the strength that ancient warriors should have!" Liu Xun said softly, speaking directly.
"Okay." Yun Zhongxiao shrugged. He admitted that he was not a strong warrior among the ancient warriors, but this was related to the length of time he had received the inheritance. As long as he received corresponding guidance, he would improve quickly.
"If everyone has no objection, it's decided!" Liu Xun glanced at everyone and said softly. After he finished speaking, everyone nodded. Wang Yikai thought for a while and agreed.
Time passed day by day, and a week went by in the blink of an eye. During this period, wars broke out in countries around the world, but fortunately, it did not affect China. However, Liu Xun knew... it was only a matter of time.
The peace was broken after a week. It was very common for small country families to rely on big country families. For example, this time... the families from South Korea and North Korea wanted to join China's alliance. After discussing with the heads of the eight major families, Yang Zitong agreed!
Aristocratic families from Laos, Myanmar and other countries have joined the Indian camp. There is no need for language at all, and many people know it... The war between China and India is about to break out, although this war is a war between aristocratic families!
This war is called the last war of the aristocratic families, because after this war... the aristocratic families will be torn apart, and the alliances of the aristocratic families in various countries will become vulnerable. Of course, this is a story for later.
The war broke out on the border between Xinjiang and India. The scale and casualties on both sides were not comparable to those on the Laoshan front!
Before the war, in the United Front Work Department of the Huaxia Alliance in Xinjiang, Yang Zitong and other family heads frowned, and Liu Xun, Di Yi and others also looked unhappy. Even Wu Tian... could be seen with a hint of anger in his eyes.
"What did you say? None of the ancient warriors from your two countries came? Do you mean to let us Chinese challenge the Three Kingdoms families ourselves?" Ye Tian has a straightforward temper and he says whatever he wants to say.
"This... We don't know either. We don't know why the ancient warriors from our two countries' families suddenly disappeared, so we can only..." The heads of the two Korean and North Korean families said with embarrassment.
"I think this is why you formed an alliance with us, China?" Among the people who participated in the war, Russia and Britain did not come to help because their countries were also facing war.
"Uh..." The patriarchs of the two countries' families stopped talking. Liu Xun, Yang Zitong and others fell silent. It was useless to say anything now. The war was about to start, and the two countries' families said that the ancient warriors did not come. Wasn't it obvious that... they wanted to find a free backup
"What should we do?" Yang Zitong looked at everyone and asked. Liu Xun took a deep breath, and the blood-colored mask flashed with a strange blood light. He said: "The arrow is on the string and must be shot! We Chinese cannot retreat without a fight. It's just India. China was not afraid of it before, and it is still not afraid now!"
"With Brother Xue Tu's words... I feel relieved, let's fight!" Yang Zitong said in a deep voice. If a fight breaks out, Liu Xun will be the main fighting force, because he has eight psychic puppets, which can narrow the gap in the number of ancient warriors on both sides.
The war is on the verge of breaking out. Both sides do not use any strategies and directly choose a head-on confrontation. This is the most primitive confrontation. Whoever is stronger can survive, and whoever is weaker... may be eliminated!
Within ten minutes of the start of the war, people from both families died in large numbers. The fights between ancient warriors were so horrific that ordinary people could not even touch them!
"Brother Zitong, take the people from the aristocratic families back to the position immediately. It's useless for you to stay here now. It will only increase casualties!" Liu Xun shouted loudly. The Indian ancient warriors were too strong, beyond his expectations. Although he had eight puppets with special powers, he still did not gain the upper hand.
"It is true. Puppetry is just puppetry. No matter how advanced the puppetry is, once you become a puppet, you cannot compare with real life!" Life is the greatest miracle in the world and it is absolutely incomparable to a puppet!
Because of this, the eight psychic puppets can deal with ordinary ancient warriors, but once they encounter an ancient warrior who has experienced many battles... it is no longer a good thing, and their flaws are revealed.
Both sides discovered that it was completely useless for the people from the aristocratic families to stay here, so before the war between the ancient warriors ended, both sides chose to let the people from the aristocratic families retreat temporarily.
After the noble families from both sides left, the ancient warriors from both sides looked at each other solemnly, and suddenly... an ancient warrior from India sneered: "China is indeed China, you really look down on others, you actually think that with the power of your ancient warriors... you can kill our Three Kingdoms Alliance?"
"If you can fight, then stop arguing. Are you Indians born in the year of the dog? Why do you like to bark so much?" Liu Xun glanced at the Indian ancient warrior and responded coldly.
"I was wondering why those German psychics disappeared. It turns out they were turned into puppets! It's a pity that although their combat power has not decreased, their flexibility is not as good as before!"
The Indian ancient warrior looked at Liu Xun solemnly. He could feel the weirdness of the blood-colored mask, and he could also find that Liu Xun was not an ancient warrior! But since he was not an ancient warrior... but had the strength to fight against an ancient warrior, it was really disturbing.
"This man must be killed. I can't even see through him! And... we must not allow a second Shura King to appear in China!" This is the common thought in the hearts of all Indian ancient warriors! (To be continued)