The owner of Yaowang Valley is a patient with depression

"Good!" Yu Yao looked at the young men in front of her who were full of vigor and vitality.

"They are here, you must beat them hard. If you didn't have the ability to protect yourselves today, you would have died in the Tower of Babel." After saying this, Yu Yao turned her gaze from Yu Mo Zhang and the others to the others, "The Shan Qi sect is behaving like this today, targeting my people and hurting my people. What are you going to do!"

"revenge!"

"Very good! Don't worry if they are injured, disabled or dead. I and the Yu Clan will take care of them. Just let them do their work!" Yu Yao shouted.

"Yes!" everyone shouted.

Not far away, people from the Yamagumi sect came over slowly, looking unhappy.

"Third brother, we shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess! Now that we've offended so many forces, I'm afraid it will be hard to explain to eldest brother." A black-faced man with a scar showed a complaining look on his face and looked at the man who looked gentle but had vicious eyes.

"What are you afraid of? We are doing fine!" The gentleman was also annoyed, "Who knew that the Fire Temple would do something like this."

“Third brother, even if there is no screen, as long as there are any survivors of the Feather Tribe, news will spread. Our plot against the Feather Tribe will definitely be exposed, and nothing will change.” The black-faced man with the scar directly confronted him. Although he called him “Third Brother”, there was no respect in his words.

"What's the point of saying this now? You agreed to it yourself. Let's go back to the party first. We need to explain this matter to our eldest brother." The gentleman, the third brother, said impatiently.

Suddenly, the third brother stopped, and the black-faced scarred man also stopped and looked into the distance with a serious expression.

I saw a group of people from the Feather Clan coming from a distance.

"Third brother, their posture is not right."

"You don't have to tell me, I saw it."

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? I see Yuyao is not here, so let's do it."

Having said that, the third brother and the black-faced scarred man stood where they were, without moving.

"Everyone, it was a misunderstanding before..." The third brother was not as radical as before. Instead, he spoke in a gentle and even humble voice. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a punch coming towards him.

Yu Yang didn't say anything and punched the third brother in the face. Yu Mo Zhang and a group of Yu Clan disciples also surrounded the black-faced scarred man and the other people from the Shan Gu Sect. Those who used spiritual weapons used spiritual weapons, those who used talismans used talismans, those who used poison pills used poison pills, and there were also special people surrounding them, making sneak attacks from time to time.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, but it didn't last long before it gradually calmed down.

"Tell me, who asked you to target the Yu Clan?" At this time Yu Yao slowly walked over, looked at the people who were tied up, then walked up to the third brother and asked.

The people of the Yamagumi Sect were in such a mess at this time. In order to prevent those who couldn't bear the pain from crying out, some people from the Feather Clan even broke the jaws of those people.

The third brother was also in rags, with stains on his face and messy hair. Although the black-faced scarred man had a very dark face, you could see the blackness of his eye sockets. They were all like this, not to mention the others. It wasn't that the third brother and the black-faced scarred man were not good at cultivation, but they just couldn't stand the endless stream of blasting talismans, which made them stunned all of a sudden. When they reacted, they were directly hit by the soft tendon and dispersing power pill, and then they were beaten up in the chaos. Don't look at the surface. There is nothing wrong, the internal injuries are not light.

"Yuyao, you are the dignified head of the Yu clan and a master of alchemy, how could you use such despicable means to attack us!" The third brother's face was full of resentment. He endured the pain and looked up at Yuyao. It was really humiliating. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

"A sneak attack? That's funny. The governor is allowed to set fire, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps? Have you forgotten the good things you did in the Tower of Babel? If you dare to do it, you should think about the consequences." Yu Yao said slowly, looking at the embarrassed people in front of him.

"You, what do you want? Although our Shanqian Sect cannot compare to the Yu Clan, it is also a big force and a well-known one. You..." said the black-faced scarred man. For some reason, although Yu Yao always had a faint smile on her face, she made him feel inexplicably scared and his scalp tingling.

"I told you, who told you to do this!" Yu Yao's eyes were stern, and the black-faced scarred man trembled unconsciously, "This, God..."

"Shut up!" The black-faced scarred man was stopped by the third brother's shout. He reacted and wondered what happened just now. Why did he blurt out such a thing? This Yu Yao was really too weird!

"Mianmian, who attacked you?" As Yu Yao finished speaking, Mianmian walked out, still holding a sword in her hand, with blood on it.

Mianmian pointed her sword at the people behind the black-faced scarred man: "Him, him, and them."

Yu Yao looked at the people being pointed at, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Their eyes were gouged out, their tongues cut, their limbs broken, and their bodies had dozens of sword wounds, but they were still holding on to their breath, "Ahem, pick a few more, and let off some steam."

When the people of the Shan Gu Sect heard this, they couldn't stop trembling all over, "Saint Master, please spare us, Master Yuyao, please spare us. We don't know anything, we are just following orders! It's none of our business!"

"Yeah, it's none of our business! We won't dare to do it again!"

"Shut up!" Hearing the pleading for mercy from behind him, the third brother's face turned black and white.

Mianmian didn't care about them. She took out a knife and stabbed the person closest to her several times. The man wailed in pain.

Only the people of the Feather Clan could see that the places where Yu Mianmian had stabbed him just now were all painful and could amplify the pain tenfold. Although Mianmian had only stabbed him a few times, the pain was close to that of slow slicing.

Yu Yao's eyes twitched as she watched. Yu Mianmian looked as if asking for praise. Yu Yao couldn't help but feel relieved. It seemed that Yu Mianmian had listened to what she said before.

"well done."

"Third brother, Brother Xiong, just say it, I can't stand it anymore." The man rolled on the ground and wailed.

Yu Mianmian stabbed the man's neck again. When the knife was pulled out, blood spurted all over the floor. The man's mouth was still open, but the sound stopped abruptly.

"You've disturbed the head of the family." Yu Mianmian glanced at the man coldly, then stepped back.

This clean and neat action, with its unhesitating ruthlessness, made both the Third Brother and the black-faced scarred man feel frightened.

This feather tribe is neither good nor evil, or they are so good that they become evil. This is too scary!