The old man was a little dark, and he said to himself: "Is it worth it or not to pay such a great price for this child?"

"Hiss!" Huo Lie and showed great dissatisfaction, it was trying hard.

Although he was dissatisfied with the old man's words, it did not stop.

The old man glanced at Yang Xuan's wound and injected some spiritual energy into Yang Xuan to hold his life.

Scar Lao Jiu's face was pale, but he was still nurturing Yang Xuan's soul.

"It is the Seven-Star Spirit Destroying Bow of the Shang Yang tribe, and the Old Shang Yang will not have such courage." said the Master.

"It's not Shang Yang, it's the demon wolf clan's hand, and the Dark Night King Kong." Zhu Liyang explained.

The sweat on Huoli's body was a faint red color. It had been a long time since it tried so hard.

The old boatman looked at Huoli's eagerness and heart-wrenching look and was a little confused. He knew Huoli's temperament. Although it was a war horse, it had the sway of a general who was pressing down on Mount Tai and was calm. But now it was obviously a little panicked.

It seemed to care very much about the little guy's life or death.

"The descendants of the Demon Wolf Clan may be the king in the mouth of Master Kongkong, but he crawled in front of this child." Zhu Liyang explained.

The master looked at Yang Xuan's face again and again, but said nothing.

"Even if he is an ordinary person, I will save him. After all, we have few people in the Bear Division!" Zhu Liyang said with a very firm attitude.

The sound of horse hooves is as fast as a storm.

A low mountain with green bamboo planted in a mountain, which is very thin and green, and looks very good.

Among the green bamboos, there is a dilapidated thatched hut. In front of the hut, there is a dilapidated stone table with a little moss on it, mosquitoes everywhere, and dust everywhere. Only a table in front of the broken chair is slightly cleaner, revealing the true color of the stone.

An old man with white hair sat there. I don't know how long he had sat. He was very thin, as thin as a skeleton, but his clothes were very white and spotless.

The war horses behind Huoli didn't dare to step forward and stopped. Huoli hesitated for a moment, neighed for a long time, and rushed forward decisively. The war horses behind him followed him hesitantly, but they trembled a little, as if they were afraid of something.

The old boatman was shirtless, hugged Yang Xuan and turned over and got off the horse, and walked directly to the thin old man.

"Save him!" Yang Xuan said nothing, and said to him directly, "What you owe to the human race, what you owe me, what the human race owes you is written off!"

The old man with white hair was speechless, closed his eyes and didn't even raise his head. He was sitting there like a stone statue.

Ji Qinxin touched her knife with her slender hands countless times. She believed that she could only unsheath the knife, and then jumped on her horse, and her knife could cut off the head of the thin old man with white hair, but her knife was not unsheathed.

The old boatman didn't say anything. He held Yang Xuan in his hand and looked at the old man with sympathy and hatred in his eyes.

The white-haired old man's eyes have not been opened, and the atmosphere is solemn and weird.

The horse's hooves were loud, and a purple-black horse rushed over from a distance. A middle-aged man sat upright on the horse's back. Fuyao Eighteen Riders automatically made way for him.

"See your teacher, show me the child."

The middle-aged man took the child from the master's hand. He looked at the child's face and said to himself: "What a beautiful child."

"Dad, Grandma Yan said she wanted us to take care of this child well," said Ji Qinxin.

The middle-aged man nodded, then patted Ji Qinxin's head. He smiled, his smile full of doting. He smiled and said, "The girl has grown up."

Then, he looked at Zhu Liyang, with apologies and appreciation in his eyes. Then he looked around for a week, looked at Scar Laojiu, and looked at Crow Prison.

"You guys are all very good." He said softly.

"Of course," no one said, but the chatterbox of Crow Zizhi took over and said, "We have all grown up, of course it will be good. After a few years, the obscene and insignificant races in the Great Wilderness will be waiting to tremble."

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Khan, don't you believe it?" One of the Crow Prison opened his mouth and couldn't stop the car. "Khan, I cut off the head of the divine servant in Mengshan with a knife. He didn't even struggle. His two guards, Dark Night King Kong, were solved by Zhu Liyang and Lu Piaoying one by one. If we really fight, we can challenge the Seven-Star Formation of the Three-Eyed Clan!"

"You are all very good," said the middle-aged man. "You have grown up and are no longer children under our protection. This time you can walk out of Mengshan completely, which is a sign of your growth. You must support each other and protect the good human race in the future."

Khan's face was full of smiles.

The Crow Launzhi was very proud of being praised.

Scar Lao Jiu and Zhu Liyang exchanged their eyes, but looked solemn. Tianluo Lu Piaoying walked out of the shadow and stared at Khan. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ji Qinxin felt a little confused, and he didn't know why his father said that.

But Khan stared at the old man with white hair.

His voice was very soft and said, "You have to save him! For me, for yourself, or for the human race."

The white-haired old man did not speak or move, his face was full of coldness.

Khan's pace was very slow and steady, and he approached the old man with white hair step by step, and his voice gradually became louder:

"You must save him. He is a descendant of the Jiuli tribe. Because you have already carried too much for the human race, you must save him!"

Khan's horse whip was about to suck the white-haired old man's face, but the old man still didn't say anything. He was still sitting there quietly, still closing his eyes.

Khan dropped the whip, pulled out his waist knife, pointed it at the old man with the tip of the knife. Everyone lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.

To be honest, everyone hopes that Khan can cut the white-haired old man with a knife because he is Ji Feng, the human race's Ji Feng.

"I cut off my best brother's head back then because of you and I should have died from that day. The reason I never died is because they have not grown up yet! Now they are older."

Khan's knife was not ready to cut at the arrogant and rude old man, but was ready to cut himself down.

"What happened back then was that the dust had returned to dust and earth. You could not believe in gods, but you should not slander gods and should not resist gods. The Great Wilderness could have no brothers or friends, but you could not have no gods."

Finally, the old man spoke, but he still did not open his eyes, and his words were filled with indifference. "The gods love sentient beings, and the gods did not vent their anger on the human race because of this, and did not even completely destroy the Jiuli tribe. They still have descendants, and the gods still favor them, but you cannot act recklessly because of the gods' love."

The white-haired old man could no longer remain silent, and he seemed to be defending himself.

"God, hehe, god..." Khan's smile was full of ridicule.

His smile was full of disrespect, and he continued, "God, what do the gods like? What do they favor? Do they like to see brothers in the world? Is it the separation of life and death in the world? What do those gods who are above want? What can they give to the world? Do they like so much that everyone is crawling at their feet?"

The old man with white hair shook his head and said to Khan: "Ignorance, you don't understand the gods at all."

The soldiers of Fuyao Camp really wanted to cut off the old man's head, but no one acted rashly. After all, this person was their elder, after all, he was Ji Feng, the spokesperson of the gods in the Great Wilderness.
Chapter completed!