"Brother, listen to me first. I really have no ill intentions. I..."
"Oh, foreigners can't be trusted!"
"..."
Seeing the solemn and repulsive look on his face, Ling Xiao was speechless for a moment.
"Haha, you're speechless. Let's see if I don't subdue you and hand you over to the elders of our clan!" Mu Feng said sternly.
"I~!@#￥%..." Ling Xiao was so angry that his teeth itched.
What the hell are you?
Give me a chance to speak!
laugh!
The long sword was unsheathed, and Mu Feng's figure was approaching instantly. The shadow of the sword was as fast as the wind, but in Ling Xiao's eyes, it was still too slow.
Ding!
With a soft sound, Ling Xiao clamped the sword body with both fingers. Just as Mu Feng was about to twitch the spirit sword, he saw countless cracks appearing on the tip of the sword under the strong force, and it immediately broke apart.
"Wow, that's amazing! Even more powerful than my elder brother!" Mu Ling'er exclaimed.
Mu Feng retreated one after another and looked at Ling Xiao with solemn eyes.
"Foreigner, you have extraordinary strength. What is your purpose in coming here?" Mu Feng said sternly.
"I told you, I don't mean any harm, if I want to..."
Wow!
A cry resounded in the air, and in an instant, hundreds of middle-aged young men jumped out of the trees, some holding bows and arrows, some holding long knives and sharp blades, and they all looked at Ling Xiao with unkind expressions.
I'm crazy
Is there something wrong with this person?
Why don't you let me finish my sentence?
An old man walked out of the crowd. The old man had a white beard and white eyebrows. He was holding a wooden staff and had a ray of turbidity in his green pupils.
"grandfather!"
Mu Linger coquettishly threw herself into the old man's arms.
Touching the girl's head dotingly, the old man's eyes turned solemn when he looked at Ling Xiao.
"Young man, what is the purpose of coming to my situation as a foreigner? If you don't explain it clearly today, don't even think about leaving!"
The old voice vibrated all around.
"If the patriarch takes action, he will definitely kill this foreigner!"
"What is your purpose here?"
"Kill him, there is no good thing among foreigners!"
There was some noise in his ears, and Ling Xiao caressed his earlobe helplessly. Most of the spiritual realms of this group of people were at the First True Realm, and the old man in front of him had already reached the Void Crossing Realm.
It's better to subdue them first and then explain slowly.
boom!
A huge black sword stood in front of him. Ling Xiao was about to raise his hand, but found that the old man in front of him was stunned, and the wooden staff in his hand trembled and fell to the ground.
Hurrying forward, the old man's eyes narrowed suddenly. He looked at Xuan Que in front of him and swallowed hard for a moment. Then he came closer suddenly, his dim and old eyes constantly looking at Ling Xiao's face.
"Clan leader..."
The tribesmen on one side couldn't help but lose their voices when they saw the old man like this.
Ling Xiao was even more frightened and took a few steps back.
What's wrong with this old man?
He also likes to look at others before fighting.
The old man's fiery eyes made Ling Xiao feel uncomfortable for a moment.
"Old man, you..."
Before Ling Xiao could speak, the old man suddenly held his right hand. Looking at the silver ring on Ling Xiao's finger, his old hands began to tremble continuously. For a moment, he burst into tears.
"Um, old man, what on earth are you..."
"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong... Xuan Que, Xuan Bu Yin Yang Ring, you... you are the benefactor!"
After saying that, the old man knelt down directly in front of Ling Xiao, so frightened that Ling Xiao retreated one after another with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Damn it, old man, have you recognized the wrong person? I don't know you!" Ling Xiao exclaimed.
The tribesmen on the side were even more confused. The old man also stood up at this time, with determination in his cloudy eyes.
"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong. This Xuan Que and Xuan Bu Yin Yang Ring were refined by me myself. You are definitely a benefactor!"
Then, the old man looked at the clan members beside him and said, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you kneel down in front of your benefactor? If it weren't for him, our Mu clan would have been extinct long ago. How could we live the life we have today!"
With an angry rebuke, the tribesmen on the side put down their weapons and kowtowed to Ling Xiao.
Only the girl on the side was still smiling and winked at Ling Xiao.
Snapped!
A crisp slap sounded, and the old man grabbed Mu Feng's ear and came to Ling Xiao.
"You brat, how dare you disrespect your benefactor, are you going to rebel?" the old man said sternly.
"Ouch...it hurts, grandpa, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Mufeng screamed repeatedly.
Ling Xiao also looked uncomfortable when he saw this, "Old man, he didn't hurt me either, so forget it."
"Hmph, there are many benefactors. If you are so irritable again, be careful of me..."
"Old man, I really am not the person you said. This is my first time here. I can't stand it when you suddenly give me such a gift." Ling Xiao couldn't help but spread his hands.
"Then, what's going on with this sword and the ring on your finger?" the old man asked.
"This, uh... I said it was left to me by my parents, do you believe it?" Ling Xiao said with a smile.
"What's your name!" the old man hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Well……"
Looking at the old man's passionate and sincere eyes, Ling Xiao really couldn't bear to lie to him.
"Ling Xiao"
"Ling Xiao... Ling, Xiao..." the old man murmured to himself, and then burst into laughter, "Hahaha... God has eyes, and I was lucky enough to meet my benefactor's son."
Seeing the old man laughing loudly, Ling Xiao looked confused.
What is wrong with this old man?
"My dear benefactor, how did you get here? Is my benefactor okay? Where is he now?" The old man hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Looking at the three questions from the old man's soul, Ling Xiao was confused.
"Oh, yes, I am too impatient. My benefactor must be busy with other things because of his extraordinary strength. Come on, prepare a banquet for me to return to my clan!"
The old man gave the order, and all the tribesmen stood up one after another and returned to the trees.
Before Ling Xiao could speak, the old man took Ling Xiao's right hand. Just when Ling Xiao was at a loss, there was a feeling of softness in his left arm. The girl laughed playfully and took the young man's arm.
And Mu Feng lowered his head and followed behind.
In this way, Ling Xiao was led by an old man and a young man to the depths of the trees.
Various spiritual beasts and birds flashed through the forest from time to time, and all the clan members greeted the old man one after another when they saw him.
Every man here has a handsome face and a well-proportioned figure, and most of them are also casting spiritual treasures.
The woman has a graceful figure and a pretty face. Although she is not stunningly beautiful, she exudes a pure aura.
Arriving in front of a tall wooden house, the old man opened the door and saw a portrait hanging in the main hall.
The moment he saw the portrait, Ling Xiao was stunned on the spot.
The portrait in front of me is a little yellowed, but the man in the portrait has a handsome face, is dressed in black, and looks particularly capable, with a cynical smile hanging on the corner of his lips.
And he was holding a slender spiritual sword in his hand. Although it was a portrait, it was extremely real. It seemed that the sharp edge of the sword could be felt.
this person……
He was exactly the same as Ling Xiao's father in the dream outlined by the remnant soul of the God of Disaster!
The old man bowed leisurely to the portrait, and then glanced at Ling Xiao, "My benefactor, Ling Han, came to our Mu Divine State twenty years ago. At that time, our Mu tribe was experiencing disaster. Fortunately, my benefactor took action and drove away the other foreign races.
, and also helped us reshape the restrictions.”
Ling Han...
Ling Xiao looked at the portrait with some fascination. For this familiar yet unfamiliar name, a different kind of emotion surged in his heart.
"My dear benefactor, the Xuan Que and Xuan Bu Yin and Yang Rings are the most precious treasures that I refined. Back then, my benefactor could not repay the kindness of saving my whole family, so he could only give me stupid things as gifts. I didn't expect that they are now in your hands.
, and you came here by accident, it is really God's will." The old man said.
"Actually... I haven't seen him since I was born, and I don't know..."
"My dear benefactor, don't worry. My benefactor has a free and unruly personality, so there must be something important. And with his strength, if he can disappear for such a long time, it won't be a trivial matter," the old man said.
Ling Xiao nodded.
"By the way, sir, if one day you really come here, I must deliver two things to you." The old man said.
Ling Xiao looked back and looked at the old man with some confusion.
The old man walked behind the portrait and touched the spiritual array at the rear. A hidden grid appeared. After a moment, the old man took out a wooden box from the hidden grid and handed it to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao was a little confused, but the moment his hand touched the wooden box, the sword tomb in his consciousness began to move crazily.