Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Chen Qingzhou said quickly: "That's right, I don't have anything else to do here, thank you for your guidance, senior."

The old patriarch waved his hand and said, "You should take good care of yourself."

Then he signaled Li Changsheng to push him out of the tent.

When they returned to the clan leader's residence, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the tent. Li Changsheng said, "Grandma, you should also take a rest. I'll take my leave."

The old patriarch looked at Li Changsheng, his eyes full of tenderness, and said gently: "Good boy, you are full of questions, but you are reluctant to let the old woman speak again."

Li Changsheng was startled, knowing that his grandmother had seen through his thoughts, "Grandma has said too much today, Changsheng is afraid that you..."

"It's okay." The old patriarch interrupted, "You must be wondering why I told a stranger today something I had never told you two brothers before."

Li Changsheng sat down gently beside his grandmother and nodded.

The old patriarch grabbed Li Changsheng's hand and sighed, "Our Dixiong tribe, and even the Jiuli tribe, have been passed down for thousands of years. We have always been brave enough to overcome difficulties and strive for self-improvement. But today's disaster is definitely not something we can resist, so we must rely on the power of Zhongzhou."

Li Changsheng suddenly realized, "So grandma wants to win him over."

The old patriarch nodded and said, "Yes, regardless of the character and cultivation of this child, just based on the few treasures he carries, it is clear that his status is definitely not simple. Perhaps he is sent by the heroic spirit of our ancestors to protect our Jiuli tribe. I have just told him the whole story, but Ah Zhan has a deep grudge against him. What happens in the future depends on you."

Li Changsheng nodded heavily, and suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders pressing down heavily, but for the sake of the Jiuli tribe, he would go through fire and water at all costs.

Chen Qingzhou anxiously meditated in the tent, trying to recover his strength quickly and find Qianyu and the others as soon as possible.

After his Qi circulated for thirty-six times, Chen Qingzhou did not dare to delay any longer. He picked up the Wanzhong Sword and walked out of the tent quickly, wanting to find Li Changsheng to inquire about the latest situation outside the valley.

At this time, Li Changsheng was taking over from Li Jiuzhan to guide the tribesmen in martial arts. At this critical moment, they did not dare to relax for a moment.

Chen Qingzhou walked over and saw that there were a dozen less people in the martial arts team. The other tribesmen looked at him with resentment, so he said, "I'm sorry, Brother Li. We need people now. I injured a brother in the tribe yesterday."

Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, "How are you, are you feeling better?"

Chen Qingzhou nodded. "It's just a superficial wound. It should recover in a few days. By the way, I want to know if there are any discoveries outside the valley in the past two days?"

Li Changsheng said: "According to the reports from the spies, some Zhongzhou warriors have been found entering Nanman in the past few days. They are dressed in different clothes, so they should be from different sects."

Chen Qingzhou secretly calculated, "It seems that the major sects have responded to the Xuanyuan family's request to come to help. Regardless of whether the Demon Sword Nilong appears or not, we must take this opportunity to fully promote the cooperation between Zhongzhou and the Jiuli tribe."

He was concerned about his fellow disciples, so he asked, "Have you seen anyone wearing the same clothes as me?" He then described the appearance of Qianyu and the others in detail.

Li Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "There are indeed a few people in red clothes and carrying swords, but their appearance is somewhat different from what you described."

Chen Qingzhou thought about it and felt that this should be someone sent by the sect leader after he returned.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, I heard the sounds of birds and animals in the woods, and a feeling of uneasiness came over me.

Then, the sky gradually darkened and it became increasingly colder.

But it was just noon and there were no dark clouds, so how could this happen?

Everyone looked up at the same time, all of them were stunned.

A huge seven-petaled delicate flower was suspended in the air. The flower was so big that it blocked out the sky and the sun, enough to cover the entire empty valley!

"Seven... Pansies!"

Everyone in the Dixiong tribe screamed in shock, with despair in their eyes.

Chen Qingzhou tightly grasped the Wanzhong Sword and stared at the "black cloud". "Is that the flower demon?"

"Into the cellar!"

Li Changsheng shouted loudly and flew towards the big tent where the old patriarch was.

After receiving the order, everyone quickly scattered to find a way.

Chen Qingzhou was startled, "Damn! Where is the cellar?"

Before he could finish his words, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew up in the air, and the huge pansy above his head fell down with the force of a mountain!

Chen Qingzhou knew that cursing was useless, so he immediately activated his Thunder Force footwork, closely following the footsteps of a tribesman and went around to the back of a large tent. The man stopped, jumped on the spot, and suddenly disappeared.

At this time, it was almost dark in the valley, and the Seven-Colored Flower Mountain was just around the corner!

Chen Qingzhou rushed over desperately and did the same thing. Fortunately, he was small and agile, and he also got into the cellar with a "swoosh".

Almost at the same time as the head sank into the ground, there was a loud "bang" and the entire Kongyou Valley was shaking like an earthquake.

All the trees, rocks, tents, birds and beasts in the valley, and even the statues of the god of war Chiyou and Linjiangxian, were razed to the ground in an instant.

The "flower mountain" slowly rose up, and just as Chen Qingzhou was about to stick his head out to find out what was going on, someone beside him pulled him down.

Then there was another loud bang, and the "Huashan" fell down again, trying to kill them all!

Chen Qingzhou was hiding in the cellar now and didn't dare to move. He whispered to the Dixiong tribe member who saved him, "How did you know that the flower demon would use this trick?"

"We have fought the flower demon before and know its capabilities. This was all thought up by Brother Changsheng!"

Chen Qingzhou said, "Oh!", "You can't just hide and get hit all the time, right?"

The man shook his head and said, "No, this Huashan is a three-pronged axe. Wait for Brother Changsheng to give the order and we will fight our way out!"

Chen Qingzhou was startled. "This pansy is so powerful, how can we kill it?"

The man was quite brave, "Follow me closely and I'll come at you when the opportunity arises!"

Before Chen Qingzhou could agree, he heard Li Changsheng shouting outside: "Brothers! Follow me to kill the monster!"

"kill!"

Shouts and cries of killing rang out one after another. The soldiers hiding in the cellars bravely took the lead and rushed out.

The lips and teeth are interdependent. Chen Qingzhou quickly used the Red Flame Pure Yang Power to protect his vital points and rushed out.

At this time, the huge "flower mountain" had disappeared. There was a flash of light, and suddenly hundreds of guys who looked neither human nor flowers appeared on the flat ground in the valley.

Chen Qingzhou took a closer look and found that these guys looked somewhat similar to Dongfang Ruimang. They were roughly human in shape, but had a lot of spotted grass leaves on their faces and bodies. They held strange weapons such as wooden swords and flowery blades, and emitted colorful halos around them.

This was the first time Chen Qingzhou had seen so many humanoid monsters. He wondered in his heart, "Is this the flower demon? Is it a boy or a girl? Oh no, is it a male or a female?"

The leader among the many demon soldiers had a slender figure, big eyes like mirrors, and many willow branches hanging from his head. It seemed that he was a willow tree that had cultivated into a demon. In his hand, he held a pansy. It turned out that the "flower mountain" just now was not a physical entity, but an illusion created by this treasure.

Li Changsheng shouted: "Everyone be careful, protect the old patriarch with all your strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty strong men retreated quietly, formed two circles, and protected the center of the battlefield.

Chen Qingzhou glanced back and saw the old patriarch sitting in a wheelchair. Although his complexion had improved a little, he probably didn't have the strength to join the battle.

Li Jiuzhan was still unconscious. He was not free from responsibility for the loss of his general on the battlefield. There was no other way. He had to try his best today to protect the Dixiong tribe.