At this moment, Wu Lian's face became serious, she retracted her fingers and began to pinch the spell, and the speed of chanting the spell in her mouth became several times faster.

"Haha, Feng Lian, why did a young man make you angry? Isn't it your usual style to be ungrateful? Why do you still want to kill him?"

Suddenly a sarcastic voice came, and then the old woman walked out of the team.

Her aura suddenly became strong at this moment, and her eighth-level spiritual master's cultivation was fully revealed. She stared at Wu Lian's gestures, and kept pinching the spells in her hands.

"Feng Yan, don't rely on your old age. I have withdrawn from the Feng clan. Now I am a wizard of the Wushi clan, so naturally my surname is Wu. I will send these three people away before I come to settle accounts with you."

Wu Lian frowned and stared at her closely, as if his eyes were about to devour her.

Seeing her like this, the old woman Feng Yan felt extremely smooth in her heart, and kept teasing her in a tone of deliberately looking for trouble.

"Oh? Since you want to deal with them, then I won't let you get what you want."

"You...you old fool, you always look down on me and see how I will deal with you later..." Wu Lian suddenly became furious.

"What a shameless beast. Your mother-in-law has raised you for more than ten years and taught you witchcraft step by step since you were a child. You are not grateful and you betrayed the tribe to find someone to deal with us. Not only are you ungrateful, you are also a wolf-hearted person..."

A sound like a silver bell came from the Feng tribe. Everyone felt happy when they heard the curse.

Yanliang heard the sound and saw that she was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slim figure and a delicate face, and her cheeks were flushed with anger.

Wu Lian's face turned red with anger, and she yelled angrily: "Hmph, Xiang'er, you are a mean short-lived ghost, you have killed your family, why don't you kill yourself, and you still have the nerve to come out and talk, I see.

You are looking for death..."

She suddenly changed her method and raised her hand to point at Xiang'er.

A dark mist immediately appeared out of thin air and accumulated above her head. The mist seemed to be able to absorb souls.

"You still want to touch Xiang'er in front of us, but you have forgotten who taught you your skills..."

Feng Yan kept making secrets, and a dark shadow of a skeleton appeared. The shadow looked at the dark mist and hurriedly opened its mouth and sucked it in.

"When it comes to being mean, you rank first. No one dares to admit that you are second. You dare to scold your mother-in-law who raised you like this. Your conscience is eaten by ghosts."

Xiang'er also hurriedly started to help, and they both began to knead, but they showed no intention of stopping.

The mist rolled and was sucked into the mouth of the skeleton. The shadow seemed to have absorbed a tonic, solidifying bit by bit, and the mist thinned at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the people competing, Mr. Hun finally couldn't help but said: "Interesting, their witchcraft seems very simple..."

Yan Liang scratched his head, his attention seemed not to be focused on this strange witchcraft.

"I don't understand these witchcraft boys, but I feel that their level of swearing is higher..."

Old Soul seemed a little dissatisfied and began to warn him.

"In the future, when you travel outside, you will encounter all kinds of people and methods. Only by seeing more and learning more can you develop countermeasures."

"Boy, I understand."

Yanliang nodded seriously, and then looked at it carefully.

"It seems that their inheritance is definitely not simple, and the growth of wizards is also extremely difficult. Witchcraft is hated and feared by the world, because the outside world is extremely repulsive to wizards."

Yanliang observed the cold black mist and the phantom of the skeleton, and soon came up with his own insights and opinions.

"Such unpredictable methods are indeed shocking, and the cold atmosphere is indeed uncomfortable."

Feng Yan said to Xiang'er: "Xiang'er, go and invite those three people here, and tell them that our Feng clan sincerely invites them."

"Hmph, since you insist on going against me, then I won't let you go. I will invite them to the tribe to support them."

Wu Lian stared at Feng Rou with cold eyes. After speaking, she turned to look at Yan Shao. Her eyes became gentle, and even her tone of voice became coquettish.

"Chief, go and keep them well and entertain them, and tell them to stay as long as they want..."

Wumeng's face looked a little ugly when he heard this, but he still walked quickly towards Yan Shao without thinking too much, and held his hands in a fist from a distance.

"Brother Yan, there was a lot of misunderstanding before. I will punish myself with three drinks later. How long do you want to stay..."

As if he had heard something very ridiculous, Yan Shao looked at him with very strange eyes and sneered.

"Haha, today is really an eye-opener. This is the first time I have seen such a shameless person. Your invitation is not sincere. Do you think we will still go?"

"Humph, the leader personally said that it was to give you face, but when you come to beg for help, you actually talk to him like this. Since I don't want to give you face, then I will send you on your way!"

A man from the Wushi tribe with a sinister mouth was furious when he heard this. He kept looking at Wulian from the corner of his eyes, trying to observe her reaction.

He is Wu Qi, the third elder of the tribe. Wu Lian said earlier that he had been seriously injured and could not exert 10% to 20% of his strength, so he kept it in mind.

At this moment, seeing that Yan Shao didn't know how to praise him, he quickly thought of showing off in front of the wizard.

Wu Lian turned her head slightly and glanced at him, and this one glance was enough to confirm his idea.

Wu Qi's heart suddenly surged with heroic spirit. As soon as he finished speaking, he revealed his aura of the first level of silver body and rushed towards Yan Shao quickly.

"Stop them quickly..."

Feng Yan hurriedly shouted, and the chief elder of the tribe quickly rushed forward with more than 20 people, trying to intercept Wu Qi's attack.

Seeing this, the remaining ten people from the Wushi tribe swarmed up and stopped them, and the two sides immediately started fighting again.

"Since I can't keep you, I won't let you go, but you can rest and recuperate, haha. Seeing how anxious you are, what can you do to me?"

Wu Lian glanced at the group of people in the Feng tribe, and looked at Feng Yan with pride. They were ready to use witchcraft at any time, and they faintly confronted each other, but neither of them took the lead in using witchcraft because they were about the same strength.

"Dad, let me come, this piece of trash is not worthy of fighting with you..."

Yanliang slowly stepped forward, came to stand beside his father, and looked at the sinister man rushing towards him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sneer.

"Hmph, you still dare to pretend to be arrogant, I will make you kneel down and beg for mercy later..."

Wu Qi looked at Yan Shao, who remained motionless without any fear, and with a hint of ruthlessness in the corner of his mouth, he punched out fiercely.

There was a "boom" sound.

Wu Qi felt the figure in front of him flash, as if he had been struck by solid iron. The unbearable pain made the muscles at the corners of his mouth tremble.

As a huge force surged in, he clearly felt that it was impossible to resist.

There was a "pop" sound.

Before he could react, his right arm made several obvious crisp sounds.

The sound carries several vibrations, and he hears the sounds in his own body most clearly and understands them best.

"This...how is it possible...it's over..."

Wu Qi's pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and there was only this thought in his mind at the moment.

The body was shaken by a huge force, and then rolled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The obviously deformed right arm was floating in the air, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Yanliang obviously wouldn't let him go like this. He took one step forward and caught up with the Yinwu man who was retreating. He reached out and grabbed his other floating hand and pulled him back fiercely.

Wu Qi's body was suddenly lying in the air, and his left hand was aching slightly. Before he could make any reaction, another punch hit him in the face.

"stop……"

Wu Lian shouted loudly. She had been observing the situation on the field, but she did not expect this situation to occur.

He was obviously an inconspicuous young man, but he showed such strength, and it happened in the blink of an eye, because the opponent's speed was too fast.

Everyone looked towards the source when they heard the sound, and saw that the Yinwu man's face had been severely deformed by the beating, and he was lying on the ground with less air coming in and more air coming out.

The boy next to him, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was slowly putting away his fists and staring at Wu Lian, with a trace of contempt and disdain in his eyes.

The members of the Wushi tribe had cold expressions. Looking at the young man whose aura was incomprehensible, their eyes showed deep fear, and they began to slowly retreat away from the Feng tribe.

Wu Qi is the third elder in their clan. Even he can't take a move, let alone the others. Some of them are beginning to feel dissatisfied with Wu Lian.

"Okay, as expected, a hero comes from a young boy!"

Feng Yan looked at him and nodded slightly. This once again surprised him, and a smile spread across his face.

The members of the Feng tribe felt very happy when they saw this, and they burst into laughter.

"Haha, okay, it's really fun. It's really a dog looking down on others and asking for trouble."

"You kid, if you dare to hurt the third elder of my tribe, let him go quickly..."

Wumeng's face was full of murderous intent. When he learned that Yan Shao was seriously injured before, he didn't take them seriously at all.

At this moment, his son severely injured the third elder with a punch. This move was like a slap in the face, causing him to lose face and one of his arms.

Yanliang turned his head slightly, glanced at him, raised his foot and stepped on the Yinwu man's chest.

The Yinwu man suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood and shouted to Wumeng: "Leader, help...help...".

"What can I do if I don't let you go?"

Wumeng's eyelids twitched and he rushed over quickly.

"you dare…"

Yanliang looked at Wumeng, whose face was already a little distorted, raised his feet again, and said coldly, "Then keep your dog eyes wide open and wait and see..."

"Quack!"

As soon as he stepped on it, the Yinwu man's head was like an exploding watermelon, and blood immediately spread all around.

"Ah... you little brat is looking for death!"

Wumeng's face twitched with anger, and he suddenly showed the aura of the third level of silver body, and rushed over with murderous intent.

Yan Shao looked at the ferocious-looking man and said quietly.

"Liang'er, this matter started because of me. Leave him to me to solve it myself in the future."

Yue'er stretched out her pretty face, blinked, and said harsh words very seriously.

"Brother Yanliang, you can't forgive such an ungrateful person, otherwise he will definitely cause trouble."

Looking at Yue'er's handsome face, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and he nodded gently.

He slowly put away some of his soul power, leaned his body forward slightly, stepped forward with one foot and bent it slightly, stood on tiptoe with his back foot and punched out fiercely.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!