When the various tribes of barbarians entertain distinguished guests, they always sit down to the ground, light bonfires, cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and have fun.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly turned deadly silent as Ji Yuan stood up and spoke coldly.

Except for the whining sound of the wind and the burning sound of hard wood exploding, there is no other noise!

See you reunited with your son!

These seven words were like thunderous explosions, reaching the ears of Tu Canglang, whose face was as heavy as water.

His eyelids twitched fiercely, and he raised his hand to press the desk. His face seemed to be made of pig iron, without any fluctuation.

On that jet-black armor, nine demonic dragons were like living creatures, suddenly twisting ferociously.

Several pairs of vertical pupils opened and closed suddenly, spitting out a soul-stirring scarlet light.

Click, click.

The night breeze that blew by seemed to condense into frost, sending out a bone-chilling chill that instantly extinguished several nearby bonfires.

"Okay, okay! I have been fighting on the battlefield for most of my life, and I have never seen a madman like you who only hates that he has lived too long, and takes the initiative to seek death!

Zhang Xianzhong, you really don’t know how many eyes Lord Ma has!”

Tu Canglang smiled coldly, never showing anger, and was about to have a fight with Zhang Xianzhong.

Anyway, in his eyes, the latter is already a dead person.

Sooner or later, there is no difference.

After a pause, Tu Canglang looked at Shi Long, who was sitting still, holding a wine cup and pouring a drink alone, and asked in a cold voice:

"Shilong, is it possible that you still want to protect this kid?

Or do you, Daxi Army, really think you can be the leader of the four major battalions? So you do whatever you want here, lawless!?"

Shi Long, who was wearing Yuan Chen's white bone armor, remained silent. In his opinion, Zhang Xianzhong really didn't know the heights of the world and actually provoked Tu Canglang in public.

The clay figurine still has three levels of anger, let alone the majestic commander of the Tiannan camp, a fourth-level master who has won the title of the top ten warriors!

I just passed Yi Zhi, and I don’t understand such a simple truth!

Fortunately, I thought before that Zhang Xianzhong was personally promoted by Weiyang Palace and was a rising star in the Daxi Army.

Looking at it now, it’s unlikely to be a great success after all!

You know, the Brass Throne recognizes fearless warriors who are indomitable and whose hearts are as solid as stone!

Rather than being a rude and reckless person who doesn’t know how to advance or retreat.

"Since it is your personal grudge, Shi can stay out of it!

Lei Wuxiang, you'd better not play any tricks, otherwise you won't blame the Great Western Army for holding a grudge."

Shi Long raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, squinting at Lei Wuxiang, who was wearing black ice-cold iron armor, as a warning.

"I, Lao Lei, will just sit on the sidelines and watch how big brother teaches the younger generation a lesson!

Two commanders in the Tiannan Camp bully one commander in your Daxi Army!

If you spread the word, people will laugh at you in the future!"

Lei Wuxiang held up the wine glass and sauntered leisurely, as if full of confidence.

He firmly believed that there was no suspense in this fight.

Tu Canglang, who has forged top-quality armor and taught the top ten martial arts, is placed among the four camps, and is absolutely top-notch.

Even Shi Long, who has also learned the top ten martial arts, may not dare to say that he will win. At most, he will maintain an unbeatable tie.

Zhang Xianzhong?

A brave man who climbed up from being an armored slave and only knows how to fight bravely.

If you start taking action, you may not even have half a chance of winning!

"Both captains are martial arts heroes and warriors on the battlefield!

Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties. Today, they are competing for the daughter of Yanbu Mohesa. They compete with each other and compete!

If this matter spreads, it will become a good story!"

Mu Ruhanshan clapped his hands in time and said with a smile:

"Well, I, the king, will also join in the fun and get some lottery prizes to make you laugh."

King Zhenhuang, who was in charge of Yeting and reorganized hundreds of barbarians, turned his palm, revealing a fruit as full as a gourd.

The color is half green and half purple, with a faint Taoist charm flowing through it.

Like a pregnant baby, it unconsciously absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth.

A burst of fragrance suddenly emitted, filling the whole place instantly, making people feel refreshed!

"Elixir of Immortality! Flat peach fruit!"

Shilong's eyes were sharp, and he instantly saw the origin of that extraordinary fruit. His mood suddenly fluctuated, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It is truly the number one elixir in the ancient heaven according to legend!"

At the same time, Tu Canglang's eyes flashed with light, and a burning greed could not be restrained from rising in his heart.

"With good eyesight, he is worthy of being a warrior under Emperor Ji!

Unfortunately, this is not the peach fairy fruit from the ancient heaven.

How can I, the king, have the ability to obtain such sacred medicines?

I have read ancient historical records and found that there are thirty-six hundred flat peach fairy roots.

The first 1,200 plants have tiny flowers and small fruits, and it only takes three thousand years to mature. Ordinary people who eat them can become immortals and stay healthy and light;

There are 1,200 trees in the middle, with layers of sweet and sweet flowers that ripen once every six thousand years, which can make people soar in the clouds and increase their longevity;

The last 1,200 plants, with purple lines and cores, mature once every nine thousand years. If you are lucky enough to get them, they will live as long as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon will have the same age..."

Mu Ruhanshan is also well-informed and knows the ancient history at his fingertips. He said with sincere emotion:

"I'm afraid no one in this world can see such a sacred medicine.

After all, the Immortal Root of Flat Peach has long since collapsed with the collapse of the ancient heaven...

The fruit that this king took out is a strand of roots that the Great Man Lord picked from the void outside the territory and carefully cultivated it into a towering tree.

It’s called ‘Purple Green Immortal Peach’, it takes thirty years to bloom, thirty years to form, and thirty years to mature.

However, this product is not a medicine for qi and blood, which can enhance physical strength and strengthen muscles and bones.

Rather, it is a top-grade god refining that can temper three souls and seven souls, and even travel through Taixu to glimpse the illusion of the world, which is quite wonderful.

I will take it out and use it as a supplement."

Knowing that he was not the Immortal Peach Root of the Ancient Heaven, Shi Long quickly put away his shocked expression and regained his composure.

Everyone in the fighting world practices martial arts.

There is no unique insight into the process of contemplating and refining the spirit.

It is neither possible to live longer nor improve one’s skills.

For the commanders of the four camps present here, most of the attraction disappeared instantly.

"Sure enough, it's just a tack-on.

But that’s enough.”

Tu Canglang's smile faded and he held his head high and said:

"Zhang Xianzhong, today I will show you how powerful the top ten warriors are!

Be a good boy, there are only two kinds of people in the fighting world, one is the strong who dominates the weak;

One is the weak who has his head stepped on by the strong and gets what he wants!

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Since ancient times, the strong have wanted to humiliate the weak!

Subdue them, trample them wantonly, take away lives, wives, power and dignity!"

As the commander of the Tiannan Army stood up, the sky and the earth seemed to become lower.

The dense clouds with a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be pulled by the air machine, and rolled together, infecting them with a thick ink color.

Rumble——

Like thousands of troops and horses swarming in, stampeding on heavy thunder, they suddenly pressed towards Zhang Xianzhong on the opposite side!

"God is angry!"

"Eternal life is in the sky..."

Everyone in the Geyan tribe, from the patriarch Mohesa to the horse slaves.

They all bowed their heads and knelt down, as if they were frightened by the power of heaven!
To be continued...