"Waring people, you can hand over those traitors of the Meng family within two days, otherwise our Wu family would not mind slaughtering your Zhan tribe together. Recommended: Xuming's new work "Old Day Chapter" http://www./4_4760/" A gorgeous middle-aged man stood at the foot of Yan Tie Mountain and pointed at the gate of the Zhan tribe and shouted loudly.

However, the gate of the Zhan tribe was still closed, as if indifferent to the threat of the middle-aged man.

"War as a man, don't mislead yourself. For a few unrelated people, your tribe is in danger. Your actions are extremely stupid." The middle-aged man from the Wu family was still standing outside the door and shouting.

"Zhan Family Head, let us leave. Our stay here will only harm you."

"That's right, head of the family, thanks to your care these days, our injuries have been healed almost, so we can fight out by ourselves." Several young and strong men said with a sad face.

"Head of the Zhan family, we know that the Zhan family has feelings and righteousness, but we cannot fall into the Zhan family in dire straits!" A strong man who was a little older shook his head and sighed.

But the middle-aged man with bronze skin standing beside them shook his head and said, "You can't go out, you will be dead if you go out. Our Zhan family and your Meng family are brother tribes that have been in a century. If you can't protect them well, I have no face to see the ancestors of the Zhan family and Meng family."

"But, the Zhan clan members are in danger..." the slightly older strong man sighed.

"It's not only your Meng family who are real men, but our Zhan family is also a dignified man. If they dare to take action, our Zhan family's men will fight with them to the end." Zhan Zuoren patted the Meng man's shoulder and said.

“For us not worth it…”

If Meng Fan was here, he would recognize that the strong man with an old look was his uncle Meng Qiang. Meng Qiang had lost weight a few times in just a few days, and looked particularly old, and no longer had the same domineering expression as before.

"It doesn't matter if we die. I just hope Xiaofan won't come back, never come back..."

......

"Waring by the people, the two-day deadline has arrived. Before you hand over the traitors of the Meng clan, we will attack your Zhan clan tribe and slaughter all your tribe!"

The tribe members sent by the Wu family kept threatening outside the Zhan tribe. On the one hand, they were unwilling to fight against the strongest local power. After all, they had other purposes here. On the other hand, they were waiting and waiting for the men sent by the family to achieve the goal. As long as the masters sent by the family could arrive, they could take the Zhan tribe effortlessly.

"Okay, since you are stubborn, don't blame us for being merciless. Everyone, let me kill you! Wealth, women let you take it!" The middle-aged man from the Wu family shouted, and saw a large number of members of the Wu family's branch rushing towards the gate of the Zhan tribe.

The Zhan tribe is backed by Yan Tieshan, and in the mountains it is a large tribe that produces weapons. Even in the outside world, there are many forces who buy weapons like the Zhan tribe. It can be said that the Zhan tribe has not much treasure, but there are quite a lot of weapons, and they are all extremely precious. As for the women of the Zhan tribe, due to their bloodline, both men and women have bronze skin, which instead gives these men who are used to playing with the women in the brothels a different stimulation.

These tribesmen of the Wu family branch rushed towards the gate of the Zhan clan tribe like carnival. In their opinion, a tribe in the mountains could not resist the impact of an imperial clan.

In fact, this is true. Even the masters sent by the Wu family did not go out, and the tribesmen from this group of branches were enough to take down the Zhan tribe, but they would only cause some sacrifices.

"The children of the Zhan family, follow me to fight out!"

"kill!"

"Kill out!"

The Zhan tribe has the highest cultivation level but the peak of the Tibetan God Realm, and the rest are mostly young people who are less than even the Tibetan God Realm. It can be said that the head of the Zhan tribe's family fighter has brought down a small amount of enemy attacks.

"The warlord has taken action. I hope the young masters will take it down so that they will not let too many casualties happen to the people who split up their families." The middle-aged man from the Wu family was bowing to the young boys behind him, his tone full of humility and respect.

"A bunch of waste can't even take an old guy over fifty years old." The boy said very disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, yes, I hope the young master will help." The middle-aged man did not dare to refute at all, but just kept nodding.

"Tsk, waste." The boy also lost interest in this person, and followed several young men around him to fight to kill the head of the Zhan family.

"Um!"

A sharp sword light suddenly stabbed into the face of the warrior, forcing the warrior who was struggling to withdraw his movements in order to defend himself.

"Three teenagers!"

The Battleman never thought that the masters waiting for the Wu family were actually three teenagers.

The young man holding the sword standing in the middle sarcastically said in a cold tone: "Old trash, now kneel down to my uncle. I may be able to show my compassion and let you be a dog in front of me and spare your life."

Zhan Zuo has lived in the head of the Zhan family for decades, so it is impossible to kneel down for a young man who is less than twenty years old, and it is even more impossible to betray his tribe.

"Since you are unwilling to kneel down, then go to die!" The young man raised the sword in his hand, rushed down his feet, and turned into a lightning bolt to kill the warrior. The two young men around him rushed over, one left and one right, blocking the warrior's actions.

The young man holding the sword raised the tip of his sword, and a sword flower flew out from the tip of his sword and rushed towards the warrior.

The warrior showed shock on his face. The three young men were all at the peak of the Tibetan God Realm!

"At a young age, I have reached the level of half my life. Is this the difference between the big external forces and our mountain tribes?" The warrior looked dead. Even though he had rich combat experience, he seemed powerless in front of three young men of the same level.

Not only him, but even those children were killed by the Wu family, all of them covered in blood.

The battle situation is gradually dragged into a disadvantage, and there is a possibility of defeat at any time.

"Old trash, I'll give you another chance. Now kneel down and be my dog. I might be able to let your tribe go." The sword-holding boy didn't take the war man seriously at all, feeling that with his current strength, killing the other party was no problem, let alone three people on his side.

So he wanted to humiliate this man who was over fifty years old.

"Get out!" The warrior roared, and the battle axe in his hand swung his sword, forcing the three people who surrounded him to retreat.

"The Zhan family would rather die than surrender!" Zhan Zuoren yelled at the countless Zhan clan members behind him.

"The Zhan family would rather die than surrender!" Countless people from the Zhan clan shouted loudly.

"Zhan's family will rather die than surrender!"

"Old trash, you're looking for death!" The young man holding the sword felt like he was slapped hard on his face, and it hurts so much.

"Since that's the case, then you will die! Remember, the one who killed you is the Wu family Tianxie."

A cold light appeared on the young Wu Tianxie's sword and pierced straight into Zhan Zuoren's chest.

The warrior could feel the sword was extremely sharp. It was almost the full blown blow from the young Wu Tianxie that he could not fight at all. He slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

"Beast! You dare!" A violent shout came from the sky. The next second the battle felt a sharp sword light rescued him from the opponent's sword.

"You are!" Zhan Zuoren couldn't believe his eyes.

"You are Beifeng!"

The Zhan Zhuren looked at the figure who saved him in surprise, wearing a white dress, a white sword in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were as thin as skinny, and his long hair was fluttering.

"No, no, Beifeng is obviously almost forty years old this year, and this person is only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. Moreover, Beifeng has long become a monk, and he..." Zhan Zuoren thought in his heart.

"He was so similar to Beifeng when he was young! Could it be... Could it be..." Zhan Zuoren was surprised for a moment and couldn't speak.

"Who are you? Why do you want to block me?" Wu Tianxie looked at the boy in front of him and frowned deeply.

"He is actually the peak of the Tibetan God Realm, and he looks younger than me. Could he be the disciple of a foreigner hidden in the mountains?" Wu Tianxie thought so, and had already put away his previous contempt in his heart.

He thought that by the time he reached the peak of the Tibetan God Realm at the age of eighteen, few people should be able to surpass him, but he did not expect that he would meet a boy much younger than him in such a small mountain village.

"Who am I? Meng Fan, a Meng tribe in Pingyangshan." Meng Fan looked at the sword-holding boy in front of him coldly, his eyes cold, like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, and he had no sense of high regard in his heart, as if his strength was not worthy of Meng Fan's attention.

Wu Tianxie was angry. He was used to being arrogant and blessed in the clan on weekdays. Who dared to look down on himself? Not only did this person look down on himself, but he was also a tribe he was chasing. Without saying a word, he wanted to call his two companions around him to kill Meng Fan.

"Little trash, if you hide for a long time, we really can't do anything to you. But since you choose to fall into the trap, we don't mind killing them all in one go." Wu Tianxie and two other Wu family members surrounded Meng Fan and the Warrior with a triangular force. In their eyes, Meng Fan's threat was far higher than that of the Warrior.

"My friend, let's go together." The warrior stood beside Meng Fan with a battle axe. It seemed as if he was back in his youth, when he was working hard with his close friend Meng Beifeng.

"It was also the sun shining brightly today. It was a pity to die here today." Zhan Zuoren thought with relief.

"No need," Meng Fan said lightly, his tone was full of affirmation, "Uncle Zhan will go to help the members of the Zhan family first."

"This group of people...can't hurt me."
Chapter completed!