Douluo V: Qian Renxue’s child adopter, I become a god while lying down

Not long after.

A white-haired old man with a withered face but a strong step was coming, leading a group of young men holding weapons.

Among them, there is also a girl who is elegant and refined and stands out from the crowd.

【Ding! 】

[Designated goddess detected: Bai Chenxiang. 】

"Oh? Is there any unexpected gain?"

Yuan Qingtian touched Mingjiao's head and cast his eyes over it lightly.

Bai Chenxiang has a beautiful appearance, and has a sense of being unrealistic and unrestrained.

She wears double ponytails and flat bangs, giving people a gentle and sweet feeling.

She was wearing a purple dress, her exposed flat belly was crystal clear, and her waistcoat line was clearly visible.

Under her purple and white high stockings, there was also a pair of dark purple stockings that extended to the hem of her skirt, showing off her beautiful leg curves to the fullest.

Overall, she has no particularly outstanding advantages.

This may also be due to malnutrition.

After all, the Min clan is notoriously poor.

Even after leaving the Haotian Sect, the other three clans were still living a peaceful life.

The force clan is good at forging, and there is no need to worry about selling weapons as long as there are battles and wars.

Not to mention, in this world, no soul master would refuse to own a handy weapon.

The Royal clan is good at building buildings. They are all experienced civil engineering seniors, and the market demand is also huge.

The Po Clan, they are good at medicine, similar to the Li Clan, they have no worries about selling.

Only the Min clan...

No matter what you do, eating comes first!

Relying on a meager income, he supports more than 200 clan members...

And to withstand the pressure from Wuhun Palace from time to time...

It can be said that they are almost too poor to open the pot!

The moment Bai Chenxiang saw Yuan Qingtian, her eyes lit up.

She has never seen such a good-looking man who appeals to her heart every bit!

And her grandfather didn't think so...

Bai He waited until he got closer and found out in horror.

Yuan Qingtian's appearance...

The person in the portrait he accidentally saw when he went to the Po Clan to talk to Yang Wudi last time was exactly the same!

"Martial Soul Holy Son!"

He couldn't help but scream.

With this roar, all the members of the Min clan panicked.

"Martial Soul Saint Son...why is he here with us?"

"Could it be that...he was ordered to massacre our clan?"

"Oh my God! We are all so miserable, why can't we be given a chance to survive!"

"Damn it, Tang Hao, I'll fuck you, are you going to drag us together even if you die?"

"Woo~~~"

Bai Chenxiang stared at Yuan Qingtian, put away the distracting thoughts in her heart, and said silently: "Is he the Holy Son of Martial Soul...Yuan Qingtian?"

The place where their family lives is very remote.

But even so, there is still a lot of news about Yuan Qingtian circulating here.

Bai He's face became more solemn than ever before, and he suddenly shouted: "Calm down!"

This roar seemed to carry an invisible majesty, and it sounded like thunder in the ears of more than a hundred men, women, and children.

The originally noisy scene was instantly suppressed by his angry shout and became silent.

He took a deep breath of air, stabilized his emotions, and then looked at Yuan Qingtian with burning eyes.

Although he was full of resistance in his heart, for the sake of the safety of more than 200 tribesmen, he still lowered his head to the Holy Son of this hostile force, bowed humbly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, come to our Min clan today, Any advice?"

"Is it possible...are they really coming to destroy my clan?"

When he said the last sentence, the elderly man couldn't help but clenched his teeth and made a rattling sound.

He knows it well.

Facing this hopelessly powerful and suffocating guy in front of me.

Even if he, an old guy, gathered all the strength of their clan with the determination to die, he was bound to not be able to cause much harm to this guy.

Maybe even...

Not even an ounce of fur can be knocked off.

after all...

His friend Yang Wudi once said personally: "Even if I try my best, my soul-breaking gun may not be able to penetrate his defense."

Yuan Qingtian looked at everyone's different postures, his face looked as calm as water: "You have misunderstood."

"If I, the Spirit Hall, really want to attack your clan, I won't be able to come."

"Because...it's totally unnecessary."

Hearing this, Bai He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, with Yuan Qingtian's strength, no matter how short of manpower the Wuhun Palace was, they would never be able to send him.

There is a saying that goes like this: 'How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife? '

The Min clan can be conquered by just sending any titled Douluo, so why should Yuan Qingtian personally take action?

This is a peerless ruthless man who can single-handedly kill Tang Hao like a dog!

Although Yuan Qingtian was not even as old as his granddaughter, he did not dare to look down upon her in the slightest.

Bai He still bent his waist slightly and spoke cautiously: "Then...His Royal Highness the Holy Son is here..."

Yuan Qingtian did not intend to waste time and stated bluntly: "Conquer your clan."

"Conquer? It's so funny!"

"Aren't our Min clan suppressed enough by the Wuhun Palace?"

"He said he would conquer it?"

"We also need to be dignified, okay?"

Some clan members saw that Yuan Qingtian had no intention of exterminating the clan.

Unconsciously, my words became much bolder.

Yuan Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous light flickered in them: "Although this Holy Son has come this time, I have no intention of destroying you, but if you don't understand..."

Although his voice was calm, the threat in it was unmistakable. Every word and every sentence was like a cold sword, pointing directly into the hearts of everyone present, making people shudder.

"Humph!"

Followed by his cold snort.

"boom--"

The majestic soul power pressure centered on him and suddenly spread out in all directions.

Even Bai He was almost out of breath, let alone those members of the tribe who were mediocre in strength.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, stop!"

"That's all we promise you!"

Bai He struggled to get two sentences out of his mouth.

He was shocked.

After all, he is also a Contra. Even if the strength gap between the two sides is huge, he won't be so unbearable, right?

See him and recognize him.

Yuan Qingtian also took back all the pressure.

The members of the Min clan who had survived the desperate situation were all in shock, sweating profusely or paralyzed on the ground.

Bai Chenxiang's complexion was as pale as paper.

Her legs were trembling, as if they would lose support at any time, and the sweat on her back had already soaked her clothes. There was a hint of black in it, which made people want to pull it.

Looking at Yuan Qingtian who was calm and composed, she was shocked in her heart: "So strong!"

"Just by releasing the pressure, Grandpa and the entire clan will be suppressed..."

"No wonder even Invincible Grandpa is so afraid of him..."

"I heard Grandpa Invincible say before that he is not even older than me..."

"this..."

Bai Chenxiang's heart was full of mixed emotions, and she couldn't use words to describe her feelings at this moment.

She has a strong nature and knows that her talent is not good, but she still insists on practicing. The sweat and effort she puts in are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

She hopes that one day she can reach the level of those who are proud of heaven.

But reality gave her a heavy blow.

In front of the talent, in front of this incomparably noble martial soul saint.

Effort is like waves in a lake.

If you throw a stone in it, it will make waves.

As soon as you stop, the waves gradually calm down.

From beginning to end, there is not a single change.

......

The location at the foot of the mountain, the place where you dream of climbing to the top...

Huh~

So what if I climbed halfway up the mountain with tenacious perseverance?

Do you really think that the countless rolling stones are just decorations?

Those who deserve to be smashed will still be smashed.

If you can't hit it, there will be bigger rolling rocks waiting for you.

As long as he dies, there will never be any possibility of turning around again!

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