Beastmaster of the Ages

Ye Yuxuan was very straightforward. The relationship between the Ye clan and the Tomb of Gods Cult was very bad, so she had no good chance, so she just clapped.

Unexpectedly, although all the Xuanting clans here are basically descendants of the imperial and royal clans, she did not expect that more than thirty people would join her in applauding Li Tianming.

"This is Xuan Ting's first victory!"

"Yes, a great win."

Immediately afterwards, even the descendants of the ghosts and gods of the Imperial Clan began to applaud.

Although they were dissatisfied with Li Tianming, they were even more dissatisfied with the Tomb of Gods Cult. For a while, they just watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. They wished that the Tomb of Gods Cult would beat Li Tianming even more fiercely!

Boom boom boom!

It was all a small scene here. Soon, the geniuses of the God Emperor and the Xuanting geniuses who had only participated in the first banquet directly gave Li Tianming a majestic sea of ​​applause and cheers, and among them, there were many The less is sincere!

Such a scene just verified what Li Tianming said just now.

Since the Tomb of Gods Sect is in a dead end and it’s useless to try to please them, then it’s better to step on them and increase your influence in Xuanting!

Anyway, the forces on Xuanting's side are very complex, but there is a certain amount of room for maneuver.

"Li Tianming, strong!"

"Who said his realm is slow to improve?"

"Double Eleventh Level Chaos Universe God, I can't stand it for a while, I'm so tortured that I don't want to live!"

At the first banquet, the victory ratio was nine to one. The geniuses of all races in Xuanting had been taught a lesson. It was really a bit frustrating.

But now, this tone is half done!

Many young Xuanting geniuses, even under the warning eyes of their parents, still couldn't help but want to scream a few times to vent the anger accumulated in their hearts.

The God-Emperor Banquet is a feast for the Tomb of Gods to show off their power. The geniuses of all races in Xuanting must keep their smiles and be stepped on... As long as this essence does not change, the geniuses of Xuanting will never feel comfortable!

The more frustrated you are, the more you can sympathize with Li Tianming

!

On the contrary, those polite heirs of the Imperial clan made everyone feel boring. Even if they win, it is equivalent to scratching the itch of the Tomb of Gods. How can Li Tianming be so simple and straightforward!

Buzz!

The shouts formed a wave, which was somewhat inaudible.

"Stupid! A bunch of idiots!"

In the An tribe camp, An Xuetian, as the leader, saw that many people in the An tribe group were also booing, and his face turned dark again!

Li Tianming stepped on people recklessly just now, and she had already been cheated once.

Now darker!

"Allowing this kid to act recklessly will only bring the An clan into a state of eternal disaster!" An Xuetian's voice was extremely cold.

She knew that the one who felt most uncomfortable at the moment was Mu Dongyuan. She was caught between the An clan and the Tomb of Gods Cult. Once the two sides really conflicted, she would be the first to be squeezed.

An Xuetian turned around and saw that Mu Dongyuan, who was usually gentle and elegant, now had eyes like a sea of ​​snow, and her whole body seemed to be frozen. Her eyes were fixed on Li Tianming, and countless murderous thoughts were growing deep in her eyes.

"I have some abilities, but I really can't live with this life..." Mu Dongyuan said meaningfully.

"It's not okay to continue like this. The adults on the other side will definitely care. We can't do anything."

When An Xuetian thought of this, she felt naturally anxious. Without telling Mu Dongyuan, she stood up and went back, whipping up a gust of snow wind and arriving in front of Wei Wenlan.

Wei Wenlan also knew she would come.

"Sixth Aunt, what are your orders?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. If you let this kid continue to mess around, you will be a sinner of the An clan.

It will be infamy for eternity. "An Xuetian said coldly.

Wei Wenlan was startled for a moment, then said speechlessly: "What you said is too serious. This ancient banquet is just a little fight for babies. It is normal for children to be noisy. If we adults take this seriously, Doesn’t that make him a little brat?”

"The Tomb of Gods Cult never makes small fuss!" An Xuetian raised his voice.

Wei Wenlan understood what Li Tianming was thinking. Seeing the increase in his supporters, she knew that Li Tianming was right.

Therefore, she raised her eyebrows and asked An Xuetian, "Sixth Aunt, I want to ask you, if my son-in-law kowtows and admits his mistake now, will the other party spare him? Just like at the first banquet, he had not offended Xingxuan at that time. Wuji also admitted defeat and almost kowtowed to admit his mistake. Aren't these superior geniuses of the Tomb of Gods Cult trying to force him to a dead end? Since kowtowing is useless, you just want to persuade him to give up resistance and commit suicide directly? "

An Xuetian must understand these truths.

It's just that it's boring to say it so clearly, and she didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Because what Wei Wenlan said is right.

"Although he is just a child, why do you want to deprive him of his right to survive? If he doesn't be tough now, there will be no one behind him." Wei Wenlan said lightly.

An Xuetian did not respond, but Mu Dongyuan in front of her suddenly turned around and smiled coldly, "If a fly shakes a tree or a mantis uses its arms as a chariot, the outcome is the same."

"Really? I see Mu Baibai was beaten quite badly." Wei Wenlan didn't let her go either.

She knew Mu Dongyuan would be angry when she heard this, and she knew she would still endure it.

The conflict between them was so obvious that the other An tribe people also saw it and remained silent.

"Take care of yourself."

An Xuetian and Wei Wen

Lan said the last sentence before returning to Mu Dongyuan.

"Actually, there is no need to advise her." Mu Dongyuan said calmly.

"Why?" An Xuetian asked.

"I have made it clear to my parents' side that everything this boy does is only on behalf of Anning Mansion and Anyang. If there is a problem in the future, it will be them who will suffer the consequences. It has nothing to do with us or Anluan." Mu Dong Yuan said.

"What about my eldest brother?" An Xuetian asked in a low voice.

"He was the one who spoke. The Tomb of Gods Cult will definitely have objections to him, but it doesn't matter. He will eventually step down. Anluan will eventually represent the new An clan. The An clan and the Tomb of Gods Cult in the next era will only be different. We are as close as brothers." Mu Dongyuan said.

"Well..." An Xuetian nodded deeply, took a long breath, and said: "Dong Yuan, thanks to you, you are the real hero of the An clan. With you, the God Tomb Sect will be willing to distinguish our An The clan only targets the cancer in our family."

"You use the word cancer very well and vividly." Mu Dongyuan raised her head and said with a sneer: "The patient cannot heal himself. At this time, it is normal for others to help to remove the cancer."

After finishing speaking, she looked at An Xuetian again and said with a smile: "So Sixth Aunt, don't be anxious, just take your time and take a look."

"That's right, the Tianjie Poetry Club has just begun..."

An Xuetian stared at that street. At this moment, a battle initiated by Xuan Ting was already going on. As soon as it ended, it would be the turn of the Tomb of Gods Sect to declare a challenge!

Obviously, among the hundreds of men and women in this tomb of the gods, except for Li Tianming, they probably would not make a gauntlet to anyone.

"What if we challenge them all?"

Even Wei Yang became nervous and bit his lip to ask An Ning.

An Ning covered her head and said, "What can we do? Either he is exhausted, or Qing'er is exhausted."