The two old men really couldn't hold on any longer.

He quickly fled upwards.

When the sergeants of the Great Zhou Dynasty saw this, they quickly fled back to the flying boat.

He drove the flying boat and immediately took off into the sky.

Zhao An did not pursue him.

Just look up at them.

"Nan Shuang sinners! Just wait!"

The old man in blue robe was furious with shame, but there was nothing he could do.

All he can do is say harsh words.

"I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, will not let you go!"

"Especially you, the treasure that belongs to me, Da Zhou, will never be used by outsiders!"

After saying that, the two old men took the Zhou sergeants and flew away in disgrace.

Zhao An was only slightly relieved when he saw this.

But there was not much relaxation.

His brows were still furrowed.

Although these people have been repelled, this so-called Great Zhou Dynasty may come back again.

Although he has the ability to protect his tribe, he cannot withstand thousands of troops.

Next time, if more strong men come.

I'm afraid I won't be able to cope with it either.

What to do?

Zhao An turned around and looked at his tribe.

They all looked at themselves happily.

"Thanks so much to Zhao An today."

"Zhao An! You are so awesome."

"With your protection, we can live peacefully."

The tribesmen were all talking.

Today, Zhao An has become the patron saint of the Nanshuang clan.

It seems that as long as Zhao An is here, the Nanshuang clan will not be in any danger.

They can continue to live peacefully here.

But Zhao An knew very well that such stability might not last long.

Are we going to take our tribe members away from the place where they have lived for so many years and for generations?

But even if we leave, will everything get better?

The Southern Wilderness is so vast, where is the place for the Nanshuang Clan?

Zhao An was a little confused.

He suddenly remembered his days on Fuyun Mountain.

Carrying water and chopping firewood every day, doing very ordinary things.

But those days made Zhao An feel particularly peaceful.

Zhao An took a deep breath.

No matter what, you must protect your tribe.

This has always been his belief, and it is also for his dear friend who died.

at this time.

Another figure flew from the sky.

Falling in front of everyone.

Zhao An immediately became vigilant.

But he saw that the visitor was alone, and he was a middle-aged man with only one arm.

"Who are you? Why do you come to our Southern Wilderness clan?"

Zhao An asked warily.

The one-armed man smiled.
Chapter completed!