Qin Feng jumped on Tiantian's red-eyed wolf, and decided to take Tiantian with him to save Mu Xiu, and also experience the unique wolf shock of the desert.
"Brother Qin!"
A blush appeared on Tiantian's little face, and she felt Qin Feng's strong chest behind her.
"I knew this guy had no good intentions!!"
Mo Daoqi's face turned livid, and he quickly chased after the wolf.
Although Qin Feng's nine artifacts were a huge favor to the Yanyun clan, and he was willing to use his own life to repay them, this did not mean that he could seduce his own sister.
"Let's go home!!"
Qin Feng slapped the wolf's butt hard and galloped towards the Yanyun tribe.
This time he not only wanted to take Tiantian with him, he also planned to take Mo Dao and Yanyun Shibaqi with him, and then find an opportunity to put the pot of the lost artifact on Mo Dao's head.
If you can't repay the artifact, use Tiantian to pay off the debt!
at this time--
In the patriarch's big tent.
Yanyun Shiba looked eagerly at the nine artifacts in front of his family head.
According to Qin Feng's wish, nine artifacts were given to them, but he did not clearly say to whom they were given.
And if the nine artifacts are not enough for eighteen people, they have no choice but to come to their clan leader.
"This brat..."
The clan leader looked at the nine artifacts, feeling both happy and angry.
Naturally, he was overjoyed that Qin Feng regarded this place as his home and gave away the nine artifacts as soon as he said so.
He was angry because he married his precious daughter to him, but he gave the nine artifacts to others instead of honoring his father-in-law.
"Clan leader!"
Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry noticed that the patriarch's eyes were as bright as the eyes of a titanium alloy dog, and reminded him in a low voice: "The Golden Sword Prince Consort said that these nine artifacts are given to eighteen of our brothers."
"What do you mean!?"
As if to cover up something, the clan leader immediately raised his voice and said: "Qin Feng is my clan leader's son-in-law. He can refine nine artifacts in one night. Will my clan leader care about these artifacts of yours!?"
"The patriarch is right!"
Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry nodded repeatedly.
But Hand took the artifact back and held it tightly in his arms as if to guard against thieves.
"I don't care about this clan leader!"
If the patriarch hadn't wanted to maintain the majesty of the patriarch, he would have hid in bed and cried aggrievedly.
He also wants an artifact!!
"Dad is right, he won't care about those artifacts anymore!"
Qin Feng appeared like a savior and walked in holding Tian Tian's little hand.
"Wonderful son-in-law!!"
The clan leader immediately changed his mind to greet him in person, he just wanted an artifact of his own.
"Dad, please take a step to speak!"
Qin Feng let go of Tiantian's little hand, took the clan leader aside and said, "I have a friend who is in danger, and I want to borrow your old Yanyun Shibaqi to save him."
"Of course no problem!"
The clan leader decisively agreed: "You are the golden sword prince-in-law of my Yanyun clan. If you touch your friend, you will not give me the face of the Yanyun clan. You must teach him a lesson with the Eighteen Cavalry."
"I knew dad would agree!"
Qin Feng immediately pushed further and said: "I also have a friend who wants to borrow a hundred thousand red-eyed wolves to go to the grass valley."
"One hundred thousand heads!?"
The patriarch was shocked after hearing this.
Although they often go to the border to clear grass and valleys, they are mainly composed of small groups of cavalry. One hundred thousand cavalry can already fight a large-scale war.
"Dad, you know!"
Qin Feng looked around and said in a low voice: "A man is not rich without windfall, a horse is not fat without night grass, and there are no rare materials to refine artifacts. I am also a clever woman who cannot make a meal without rice!"
"If you say that, dad will understand!"
The clan leader showed a knowing smile and nodded in agreement to lend it to Qin Feng.
After all, after lending Qin Feng 100,000 red-eyed wolves, he still has 200,000 in his hands, and the artifact is priceless and not available to everyone.
"Who is the real son?"
Mo Dao came in and saw the two of them smiling in the same way. His sweet eyes were always staring at Qin Feng, and he felt inexplicably that he seemed a bit redundant.
soon--
Qin Feng put the 100,000 red-eyed wolves into the Qiudou sack, handed them to the hands of the incarnation outside his body through the portable space, and then took the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry and Mo Dao to rescue Mu Xiu.
"My son-in-law is half a son-in-law, and my son has the qualifications to be a great emperor!!"
The clan leader saw that Qin Feng was covered with artifacts, and knew that his artifact was now stable.
"Go, go quickly!!"
Qin Feng suddenly panicked and quickly took out the divine wind boat and ran away.
I saw that the upgraded Kamikaze boat was more refined, and the speed became faster after starting. The 3.0 version of the magical weapon cannon was also installed on the bow.
Different from the previous transportation artifacts, now the Divine Wind Boat also has attack methods.
"Um!?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, wondering what Qin Feng was panicking about.
at this time--
Mu Xiuzheng was running for her life with a face full of panic.
He had no intention of asking Lin San for help. He just wanted to return to Qin Feng and become the invincible being under the great emperor.
"Is it the killer Ren Huan!?"
Mu Xiu simply deduced and calculated the other party's information.
However, the opponent's tracking skills are very powerful. No matter how he covers up his traces, the opponent can catch up again at an extremely fast speed.
"Go to Xiyu City!!"
Mu Xiu gritted his molars and turned around to enter the desert.
Similar to the Yanyun tribe, Xiyu City is also an important force in the grassland. Now that he cannot join Qin Feng in a short time, he can only go to the nearest Xiyu City to hide.
at this time--
Northern Fortress, Immortal Palace.
A soldier came to report: "Reporting to the Immortal, we recently discovered that an army of about 100,000 people was pretending to be us, and they were going around burning, killing, and looting under your banner, the Immortal."
"Who is it!?"
The angry voice of the Immortal from the Upper Realm sounded.
"It hasn't been found yet..."
The soldier trembled and said hurriedly: "But they are all wearing the battle armor of the Northern Xinjiang Fortress, and Ye Chen ransacked the treasure house of the Northern Xinjiang Fortress about two years ago and took away about 100,000 sets of battle armor."
"It's Ye Chen again!!"
The anger of the immortals in the upper realm could no longer be suppressed, and the terrifying pressure swept across the world in an instant.
………
Western Region City.
After Qin Feng received the news, he rushed over with his people.
I saw that the streets were full of charming and charming Western dancers with waists as big as silver snakes, showing you as much as possible within the scope of morality.
Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh: "It's not that I can't resist the temptation, it's because there are bad people among the masses!"
"Amitabha, my lord is right!"
Master No. 3 nodded in agreement and had forgotten the mission here.
"Look, monk!?"
When a group of Western Region dancers saw Qin Feng and others, they immediately gathered around and touched their bald heads with smiles.
"Amitabha!"
Master No. 3 Nong was neither annoyed nor angry, and clasped his hands together and said: "Female donors, don't show off your figures everywhere. You should spend more time learning traditional postures. Come, the poor monk will give you a geography question to test you. What is your home address?"
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“What an interesting monk!”
The dancing girl from the Western Region covered her lips and giggled, and the snow-white hills jumped up and down.
"Upright, elegant and coquettish, it's like Ouyang has lost his side!"
Qin Feng sighed again.
I finally understand why my ancestors insisted on attacking the Western Regions...