It is the strongest man of the barbarians, the Wings and the Tuantuan tribes.

After the powerful men from the three tribes appeared, they immediately looked at the human race's platform.

After seeing the four people on the platform, the few were stunned and showed a look of disbelief.

The strong man of the barbarian race was a giant man covered with black armor, very rough and about eight meters tall. He couldn't help but exclaim: "The Barbarian God is here! Lao Lin? You old boy are still alive? I thought you were dead."

The Wing Clan next to it is a very handsome man with long purple hair and elegant temperament. He also opened his eyes wide and his mouth grew. His elegant temperament disappeared: "Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to be alive!"

As he said that, he glanced at the old man Nangong and the others beside him, and his lips twitched: "Brother Nangong, you have done a very good job in keeping secrets?"

The powerful Tuan tribe next to him also nodded repeatedly.

When Mr. Lin saw the three of them, he immediately smiled: "Brother Dazhuang, Brother Mather, Brother Qiu Li, long time no see."

Man Dazhuang and the other two were also a little excited when they saw their old friend.

Just as they were about to speak, Mr. Nangong coughed dryly and said, "Cough, three, let's talk about the old words later. Now we have some important things to announce."

When the three of them heard Mr. Nangong's words, they immediately looked over with curiosity.

Man Dazhuang said, "Nangong, what do you want to contact us three tribes? Is the insect tide over you difficult to deal with?"

Mather and Qiu Li also looked at Mr. Nangong.

Mather had regained her elegant temperament and said with a smile: "How many people are needed? The insect tide here is not serious, and it has been almost done now."

Qiu Li's elastic white body also shook, showing a cute smile: "The insect tide here is not serious. Although it has not been dealt with yet, I still have the spare time to help you humans."

In their opinion, the only thing that can contact them now is because of the insect tide.

“???”

After hearing the words of the three of them, Old Master Nangong twitched.

These guys underestimate us human race too much!

Just a mere worm tide, can it stop us human race?

Haha... naive!
Chapter completed!