After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

At dusk, the last ray of red glow in the sky dissipates.

Outside the Qinghe Golden Tribe Valley, Yang Yi arrived with a mighty Dongling Tribe army.

In the valley, in the Qinghe New City Square, in front of the ruins of the palace that had been burned by the fire, the three masters took out a large amount of treasure and piled it into a mountain.

Kneeling in front of another great master of Qingyan, he prayed humbly.

"I beg you, sir, to let us go. We, the Qinghe tribe, will leave here and go far away, and we will never come back."

This Grand Master of Qingyan looks extremely young, with sword-shaped eyebrows and handsome appearance. He is sitting on a chair made of red spiritual wood.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep, and he did not hear the pleadings of the three masters of the Qinghe tribe.

Behind them stood four powerful Qingyan Grandmasters, with stern expressions on their faces, just looking at the three people kneeling on the ground indifferently.

Around the five members of the Qingyan Glory Tribe, the [-] core members of the Qinghe Tribe were kneeling on the ground, surrounding the entire square.

Some were remorseful, some were angry, some were crying quietly, but no one dared to get up.

The person who resisted could no longer breathe, and fell to the ground with eyes fixed in death.

"came back."

Grandmaster Qingyan, who was lying on the seat, said softly, slowly opened his eyes, stretched his waist lazily, and yawned.

As soon as the handsome grandmaster finished speaking, he saw a mountain peak next to Qinghe New City.

Another middle-aged Grand Master, with four other Grand Masters, appeared on the top of the mountain on a black-scaled horse, quickly rushed down, jumped onto the city wall, and arrived at Qinghe City Square in the blink of an eye.

"Little Lord!"

The middle-aged grand master and the four grand masters dismounted one after another, bent down and held their hands in front of them, with respectful expressions.

The people kneeling in Qinghe City Square all held their breaths and did not dare to breathe out.

The crying person quickly covered his mouth for fear of making any sound. The angry person lowered his head tightly, not daring to look directly at the young grandmaster who stood up.

"Okay, you can handle it as soon as you get back. I'm still waiting to go back to sleep."

"Remember, collect that pile of stuff and divide it among the brothers. It's a very hard trip."

The young grandmaster's expression showed boredom, like a swinger. He patted his sleeves casually and was about to leave.

He had no idea that he was a law enforcer in the Northern Wilderness Linghe River Basin.

The hands-off shopkeeper is as good as a proficient person.

"Young Master, the Dongling Silver Tribe wants to launch a clan war against the Qinghe Tribe, and I have agreed."

The middle-aged grand master said to the back of the young master, with an inexplicable sadness, and then remained silent and stood in the wind.

"It's interesting that you can agree, it's interesting, it's not like you Yan Yang."

The young grand master paused, turned around and looked at the middle-aged grand master Yan Yang with interest and said.

Grand Master Yanyang has always been kind, and it really surprised Young Master Qingyan that he could agree with a silver tribe to challenge the gold tribe as the leader.

According to Yanyang's law enforcement habits, he would only kill the leader of the Qinghe clan, remove the tribe, and drive them out of this land.

Then he took out some of the stolen property and gave it to the damaged people.

"My lord, my lord, I, the Qinghe tribe, accept the challenge and are willing to accept the challenge."

The grandmaster led by Qing He responded repeatedly, kneeling on the ground and banging his head.

With surprise in his eyes, a small Dongling Silver Tribe dared to launch a clan war against the Gold Tribe with a population of one million.

How stupid!

According to Grandmaster Qinghe's understanding, the Dongling Silver Tribe is just a newly promoted Golden Body Realm Grandmaster, not worth mentioning.

It is worth noting that the named disciple of Fushan Fire King is a young genius of the Dongling Tribe.

You have to find a way to have someone kill him to avoid future troubles.

"Boring, I let you talk."

Young Master Qingyan casually slapped Grandmaster Qinghe, creating a hole in the ground. Grandmaster Qinghe's head fell into it, his body twitched twice, and then there was no movement.

The method was crude and simple, which made Yanyang frown.

"I have the final say whether you agree or not, not you and others who are causing harm to the human race."

Hearing the cold words of the young Grand Master, the rest of the Qinghe tribe fell into silence. The other two Grandmasters were trembling on their knees, fearing that the young master would slap them both on the head again.

"My little junior brother is so powerful. He killed Grand Master Qinghe and Wushan Bandit?"

The young Grand Master suddenly became very interested, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were bright, as if he had thought of something extremely happy.

"Yes."

Yan Yang nodded and looked at the young master Qing Yanfeng with a helpless expression.

He watched the young master grow up, and of course he knew what made the young master happy.

Qing Yanfeng's cultivation qualifications are very good, otherwise he would not have been accepted as the fourth disciple by Fushan Fire King.

It's just that Qing Yanfeng is too lazy to practice hard. He only thinks about spending time and is keen on various romantic places. He calls them names, fertilizes flowers and loosens the soil.

In addition, Qing Yanfeng also has another major hobby, which is watching geniuses fight.

In the Fushan Kingdom, he often fooled a few fellow apprentices into fighting, and then he hid aside, eating spiritual fruits, snogging the spiritual sunflowers, and watching the fun with relish.

In the past, I would just move a bed and lie next to it and watch. After being beaten a few times by several fellow apprentices, I hid and watched.

Yanyang sighed and said no more.

Qing Yanfeng's temper was not able to change despite the many beatings he received from his father, the Qingyan Clan Leader, and his master, Fushan Fire King.

Six of Fushan Fire King's seven disciples have become powerful Wuhou warriors in the Dongming Realm. Only Qingyanyang is still a great master in the Yinyuan Realm.

At this point, Qing Yanfeng was still not in a hurry. He practiced perfunctorily every day and then went out to have fun.

"Sir, we are willing to die, the Qinghe clan will be expelled, and the rest of the clan will leave Beihuang forever."

I heard that it was the little genius from the Dongling tribe who killed Grandmaster Qinghe, two grandmasters, and the Wushan bandits.

The faces of the two kneeling Grandmasters Qinghe turned green and they quickly said in panic.

He wanted to use their lives to save the rest of the Qinghe Golden Tribe and leave seeds for the tribe.

"No, just wait and accept the challenge."

Qing Yanfeng refused, not as Yanyang expected.

As a young master, he has not learned anything else from Fushan Fire King, but he has learned everything from this point.

He will show no mercy to the demon clan, and he will show no mercy to those who harm the human race.

Otherwise, Qing Yanfeng would not have become a human law enforcer in the Northern Wilderness Linghe River Basin with the cultivation level of a grand master, and he would also be the law enforcer with the lowest cultivation level.

"Here you go, Yanyang, let's see the excitement."

Qing Yanfeng looked excited and pulled Yan Yang and the other eight masters out of Qinghe City quickly.

Yanyang was speechless and followed the young master away.

Qing Yanfeng has developed the habit of hiding in the dark and watching the excitement.

The sky was dyed with ink, and the peaks of the mountains on both sides of Qinghe City were lit up with streaks of fire. Then the fire flew through the air, approaching in the blink of an eye, and falling on Qinghe City impartially.

The spiritual energy surged and the killings were overwhelming. The Dongling tribe's army held big bows and bent down to set arrows. With the sound of phoenixes, arrows rained down.

Thirty-eight hundred Xuanjia troops, their arrows were wrapped with flammable materials and ignited, forming lines of fire in the dark night, just like the god of fire painting with his pen, cutting through the sky.