My brother is too strong

Seeing Lu Shaoqing's hateful smile, Min Fan's heart sank.

Only at this time did he realize that he had been underestimating Lu Shaoqing.

I thought that if I caught a fat sheep, I could squeeze the fat sheep dry.

Unexpectedly, this is a fox in sheep's clothing with a heart, darker and more cunning than the old fox who is the patriarch.

What he wanted was the food on Lu Shaoqing's body, and he wanted to find some food for the clansman to survive the winter.

What Lu Shaoqing wanted was their entire tribe, their bodies and souls.

Min Fan didn't want to, and didn't want to.

Just kidding, the Sanluo people have backbone and will not bow to the saints.

He will not turn to the saints like those soft bones.

"You, don't think about it!"

Min Fan gritted his teeth again and reiterated his determination.

"No hurry, no hurry," Lu Shaoqing was really not anxious at all, he even pulled out a small stool from the storage ring, and sat down leisurely.

Really watching a show!

"Tsk tsk, I have to say, the Sangluo people are really powerful," Lu Shaoqing commented, pointing to Jiangshan, "It's really fierce, and they still lasted so long in the face of the beasts in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Amazing."

"Oh, why not boast, be careful."

During this period, two more Sanluo people fell down below, blood spattered, screaming, unwilling to fall down.

Looking at Min Fan's heart dripping with blood, they are all the elites of his own clan, all young people, whose strength is still on the rise, and they are the future pillars of the tribe, and every death means one less.

The death of one tribe would seriously hurt their vitality, let alone two at once, which made Min Fan wish he could die for them.

"You, hurry up and shoot." Min Fan yelled at Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing slapped his nose, disgusted, "I'll go, your breath really stinks."

"If you want me to make a move, that's fine, just agree to my conditions."

Min Fan still gritted his teeth with difficulty, "You, you are dreaming"

"Don't worry, take your time, you also take a break, and you can collect the corpses for your clansmen later."

"Oh, look, in a short while, someone was injured again, I'll count, one, two, three"

"There are still fourteen people, and they can last for about a quarter of an hour. Come on, you still have time to think about it."

Lu Shaoqing's words made Min Fan's heart skip a beat, angrily raised his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, and slapped Lu Shaoqing hard, "Damn you!"

Yu Ling, who had been on guard for a long time, flashed to Lu Shaoqing's side without saying a word, and slapped Min Fan.

"Oh!"

Min Fan and Yu Ling each retreated, neither of them could take advantage.

This palm made Min Fan more aware of the reality.

He couldn't help Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing became cruel, because he could watch his clansmen being killed one by one by the centipede.

Yu Ling glared at Min Fan, ready to go, she wouldn't mind a fight with Min Fan here.

Lu Shaoqing was not angry, but persuaded Min Fan, "Don't be angry, you don't care about the life and death of your people anyway, why bother to get angry and ruin your body?"

"You don't have a good life for a few years. You should be happy that they died in front of you. Don't worry about them taking your position as patriarch in the future."

"Be angry, there's no need for that."

"Pfft!" Min Fan vomited blood, and was so angry that he was like an angry beast, "Ah, you should die, I'm going to kill you."

Yu Ling stood in front of Lu Shaoqing with a cold expression and purple eyes full of fighting intent.

No matter how angry Min Fan was, the beast would not dare to act rashly.

"What's the use of being angry? Think about it quickly, the sooner you make a decision, the better."

Lu Shaoqing crossed his legs, looking very relaxed, not worried at all.

Min Fan was still making the final struggle, "Our people are all dead, and you have five-colored Sunda magic stones on you, so you can't escape."

Lu Shaoqing was already picking his nose, and even flicked, "Thank you for your concern, I can defeat it, don't worry."

Seeing Lu Shaoqing's actions, Yu Ling instantly lost his fighting spirit.

I really want to say to Min Fan, let's go, kill this unhygienic bastard.

"Really? I don't believe it, you take action." Min Fan suppressed his anger and sneered.

"You don't need to be aggressive, this little trick is useless to me. The longer you stay here, the more people you die." Lu Shaoqing is immune to the aggressive method.

"Aren't you agreeing? Look, another one died down here. Oh, it's so miserable. It's really painful to be poisoned to death." Lu Shaoqing shook her head, "All this is because you, the patriarch, hesitated here."

"I, a Sangluo, will not surrender to your holy people, and it is impossible to take refuge in your holy people." Min Fan looked at the poisoned people below, his face full of pain, but his attitude was still firm.

The thousands of years of hatred between the Sanluo people and the holy people, and the pride of the Sanluo people made it impossible for him to succumb to the holy people.

When Lu Shaoqing heard this, it turned out to be the reason. This feeling is good. Lu Shaoqing clapped his hands together, "Coincidentally, I am not a member of the Holy Clan, and I have a grudge against the Holy Clan."

Min Fan froze, are you kidding me?

You are not a saint, what are you?

You are not a member of the Holy Tribe, how can you still be a member of our Sanluo family?

We Sanluo people don't have such hateful people as you.

Min Fan looked at Lu Shaoqing like an idiot, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

My appearance is just my disguise, I'm smart.

Lu Shaoqing pointed at Yu Ling, "Ask her, am I a saint?"

Seeing Yu Ling shaking his head, Min Fan sneered, "You guys, do you think I'll believe you?"

If you want to say that there is no hook-up between the two of you, I, Min Fan, poked my eyes out, and I will never climb into my mother-in-law's bed in this life.

Lu Shaoqing was very straightforward, "I can swear on my Dao heart, I am not a saint."

Min Fan was stunned again, his words were beyond his expectation.

"You, you are not a saint? Who are you?"

Are there other kinds of people in this world?

Lu Shaoqing swears like this, and Min Fan has no choice but to believe it.

No one dares to joke about this.

And this guy doesn't act like a saint.

Are there such bastard saints?

The Sanlos don't have such bastards either.

Lu Shaoqing stood up and said to Min Fan, "This is the last time I asked you, do you agree?"

"Follow me as master, I will give you resources and exercises, let you become bigger and stronger here, and become the overlord of the Southern Wilderness."

The words were light but domineering. For a moment, Min Fan was stunned, and Min Fan asked subconsciously, "You, what do you want us to do?"

"I didn't do anything," Lu Shaoqing grinned, "I hate the saint clansman, and when I fight with the saint clansman, you help me stab the saint clansman's chrysanthemum in the back"