Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

Wei Yang, who was standing by, naturally heard these words.

"The Soul Clan's revenge?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly.

He wasn't too worried about this.

Because the Soul Clan’s focus now is probably not on Xingyun Pavilion or Zhongzhou.

In the eyes of a being like Emperor Hun Tian, ​​Xingyun Pavilion is probably just a small character, and he may not even take it seriously at all.

Compared with the thousand-year plan, the mere Xingyun Pavilion is really not worthy of mention.

The entire Soul Clan is based on the will of Emperor Soul.

Therefore, Emperor Hun Tian probably didn't pay any attention to the minor fights below.

Judging from the time now, they should be fully planning the affairs of the Eldar, right?

Under such circumstances, they should not rashly withdraw forces to attack Xingyun Pavilion.

After all, compared with the affairs of the Eldar that have been planned for many years, the Starfall Pavilion is not a very important matter at all.

In order to avoid alerting the other ancient races and causing them to become wary or turn their attention to them, the Soul Clan would probably not suddenly turn their guns against the Xingyun Pavilion at this critical moment.

After the Spirit Clan, comes the Medicine Clan.

The Soul Clan is very busy.

However, you still need to be vigilant.

What if Emperor Hun Tian suddenly has a seizure on a whim one day?

“If you want to kill me, don’t even think about it without three or more three- and four-star Dou Shengs working together. Adding Teacher and Xiao Yan, if the Soul Clan wants to destroy our Xingyun Pavilion, they will have to send out at least four or five Dou Shengs at once, or one or two mid- to high-level Dou Shengs.”

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes and pondered in his heart: "The Soul Clan has no idea of ​​my true strength now. If they send out fewer Dou Shengs, they will just be sending me heads for nothing. This is just right. Maybe I can use this opportunity to trick them hard, kill a few Dou Shengs, and hurt them thoroughly."

However, in this way, he might have to enter the sight of Emperor Hun Tian in advance.

"Let's talk about it later. I hope Emperor Hun Tian won't go crazy. It would be best if he could give me a few more years of peaceful development." Wei Yang said silently.

The ancient tribe left.

Soon after, Yun Yun also said goodbye and left with everyone from the Hua Clan, following the people from the Gu Clan from a distance.

In the blink of an eye, only Wei Yang, Xiao Yan, Medusa, Xian'er and A Da were left on this grassland.

Looking at the gradually disappearing figures of Gu Xun'er, Yun Yun and the others, Xiao Yan also sighed with disappointment.

Then he looked at Wei Yang and said softly, "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

“No rush, let’s solve the problem of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan first and then go back.” Wei Yang said.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and nodded immediately.

It is indeed necessary to resolve the issue of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan first. Otherwise, if the Soul Clan really attacks in the future and the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan takes the opportunity to follow, then Xingyun Pavilion might be in real danger.

The current Xingyun Pavilion does not have enough strength to withstand the attacks of two super powers at the same time.

Although the strength of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan is not as terrifying as that of the Soul Clan, they are still one of the three major clans in the Warcraft world, which is not simple.

Fortunately, when he wanted to kill, Wei Yang dissuaded him from doing so.

Otherwise, the relationship will be completely broken.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

At that moment, he flicked his sleeves and a dishevelled figure was thrown out and fell to the ground. It was none other than the imprisoned Jiufeng.

The next clan leader of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan slowly sat up, straightened his robe, looked around, and then looked at Wei Yang and Xiao Yan quietly.

At this moment, he felt much calmer, knowing that there was a high probability that he would not die.

Gu Qingyang and the others could think of some things, so Jiufeng could naturally figure them out as well.

Wei Yang glanced at Jiu Feng, and without further ado, he waved his hand and removed the seal on him, allowing him to barely mobilize his fighting spirit.

"You are a smart man, just call someone yourself." Wei Yang said lightly.

Jiufeng coughed twice, slowly stood up, nodded, flipped his hand, and took out a space jade slip that was entirely silver.

However, before crushing the spatial jade slip, Jiu Feng paused and asked, "Mr. Wei, I want to ask, how are my clansmen doing?"

Wei Yang looked at A Da.

Although Ah Da felt a little distressed, he did not dare to be negligent. He waved his sleeves and threw out the fourteen figures who were not aware of their own life or death.

"Don't worry, they are all still alive." Ada saw Jiufeng frowning and sneered.

Hearing this, Jiufeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly released his perception to check carefully. After confirming that everything was correct, he was completely relieved.

At the same time, his eyes secretly swept over Feng Qing'er who was slowly opening her eyes.

Fortunately, nothing happened to this person, otherwise, Jiufeng would not have to go back and would have committed suicide here.

With such heavy losses, Jiufeng, who is merely the future successor to the clan leader, cannot bear it.

He looked up at Wei Yang, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it and asked again: "I wonder what price Mr. Wei requires us to pay before he is willing to let us go?"

"Oh, do you want to talk to me?" Hearing this, Wei Yang said with a smile: "Including you, there are fifteen of you in total. This price is not cheap. Are you sure you can handle it as the successor to the clan leader?"

Jiufeng's mouth twitched. It did seem a bit weird to discuss how much he was worth with someone face to face.

But there was no other way. If possible, he still wanted to pay the ransom himself. If he could do so without alerting the clan members, that would be the best salvation outcome for him.

After all, the first time he led a team out, the entire army was wiped out, and in the end the clan had to pay money to redeem the people. This was not good.

So, he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Wei, why don't you tell me the conditions first."

Wei Yang looked at Jiu Feng and probably understood his thoughts, so he stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said thoughtfully: "There is no deep hatred between us that cannot be resolved. I won't make it difficult for you. Fifteen people, including you, only need to pay the price of an eight-color pill each. Just consider it as a token of your appreciation."

Since you don't want to fall out with them, just take a cheaper price and get rid of them quickly to avoid any further arguments.

Jiufeng's expression relaxed.

This price is indeed not high.

One eight-colored pill can redeem a Dou Zun strongman. This price can be considered very cheap no matter where it is placed.

However, I felt inexplicably unhappy about this unexpectedly cheap ransom. What's going on?

After suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Jiu Feng quickly woke up the strong men of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan one by one. When they got together, she felt like crying but had no tears.

Because even at this cheap price, they can't afford it.

After all, who would go out with more than a dozen eight-color pills if they had nothing to do? If they had that stuff, they would usually take it quickly to improve their strength.

In addition to their respective medicinal effects, the eight-colored elixirs also contain considerable vast and pure energy.

Finally, Jiufeng set her sights on Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er frowned immediately, feeling dissatisfied.

Jiu Fenglian moved closer and communicated with him in a low voice, with a hint of pleading in his expression.

After a long while, and not knowing what kind of promise or compensation Jiufeng had made, Feng Qing'er finally nodded and agreed reluctantly.

Jiu Feng heaved a sigh of relief, then turned to Wei Yang and said, "Mr. Wei, we really can't get together fifteen eight-color pills."

Wei Yang remained silent, waiting for what was to come.