Painting of the Nine Immortals

The morning sun rose, and a light golden light was sprinkled, shining in the woods.

Qingyun's expression was calm and she could not see the mood, but deep down those eyes, she was full of anger and bitterness.

This is especially true for the elderly.

His expression was fading, with gray hair, as if a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. Especially when thinking of his next destiny, despair appeared on his face.

This makes Gu Chen amusing and playful.

Ling Xian didn't do that. With his status and strength today, he was too lazy to compare with Qingyun. I asked him to come here, just to clear it up, and then they were irrelevant.

"Have seen Your Excellency."

Qingyun arched his hands, with humiliation and bitterness.

Although this is just a normal courtesy, don't forget that he and Ling Xian had grudges. Seeing salute in this case is no different from serving soft.

In this way, can he not feel humiliated?

But he had no choice but to endure the anger.

"Okay, just save the polite words."

Ling Xian waved her hand, glanced at Qingyun, and said, "I asked you to come, you should know why."

"I know, for accounting purposes."

Qingyun smiled bitterly, and regretted that he had not lowered his attitude. He invited Lingxian to join his tribe, and regretted why he had made trouble with the ancient fire tribe.

It's okay now, not only must you have a lower posture, but you must also have a big bleeding.

"I brought this person, and your Excellency is going to be killed. I have nothing to say."

Qingyun gave the old man a cold look, intending to sacrifice him and heal Lingxian's anger.

This made the old man tremble, with despair and helplessness.

He knew for a long time that Qingyun would bring himself here in order to cheer Lingxian. Of course, he was unwilling to have 10,000 people, but what can he do?

Not to mention the horror to a move to defeat Ling Xian, the strongest in the Cangyue Mountains, just to say Qing Yun, he can't compete.

Therefore, he closed his eyes like a fate, waiting for death to come.

"I'm not interested in killing people." Ling Xian said faintly, not even looking at the old man. For him, the old man had already received the punishment he deserved, and there was no need to hold on. That way, it would only appear that he was narrow-minded and had no tolerance.

Hearing this sentence, the old man suddenly fell into a huge ecstasy, and at the same time, he felt ashamed.

On the contrary, Qing Yun's heart sank and became bitter.

Since Ling Xian did not intend to dispose of the old man, he would certainly dispose of him. As a result, he was naturally a bit hesitant.

"The account I want to calculate is the account between you and me, or the ancient fire tribe, and has nothing to do with this person."

Ling Xian glanced at Qingyun a little, and turned her eyes to Guchen, saying, "How many years has the ancient fire tribe been under the jurisdiction of the Qingshui tribe?"

After hearing the words, Gu Chen froze for a moment, and did not understand what Ling Xian meant. However, he didn't ask the question carefully, and thought, "It should be thirty-four years."

"In other words, after paying 34 years of oblation?" Ling Xian said lightly.

"Yes, every year, I paid as much as half a stone." Gu Chen nodded, faintly aware of something, could not help but get excited.

"Hear it."

Ling Xian looked at Qingyun and said, "I see."

"Yes, I understand."

Qingyun's face was bitter, and she said, "After I returned, I sent someone to return the offerings of the past 34 years to the ancient fire tribe."

"It's just thirty-four years, it's not enough." Ling Xian shook her head gently, and slowly said something that made a few people hold back.

"Multiply by ten."

The voice fell, and a few people held their breath.

What multiplied by ten?

Thirty four ... multiplied by ten?

Qingyun's lungs were exploding. Go to your uncle. I've seen a lion's mouth. I've never seen such a big mouth!

At the moment, he burst into horror, instantly breaking up the void. As the same beast started out, it was fierce and violent, shaking ten squares.

"You really don't see the coffin or cry."

Ling Xian's expression cooled down, raising his hand was a blast, easily disintegrating Qingyun's momentum, and also photographed this person to the ground.

boom!

The earth cracked, Qingyun squirted blood, and most of his teeth were shattered.

This shocked Gu Chen and the old man, terrified.

Although he had anticipated that Gu Chen had even seen Ling Xian's strength with his own eyes, when he saw Qing Yun being suppressed by him, his heart still caused a huge wave.

That is the blue cloud that moves the Cangyue Mountains. They can't stop even one move. How can they not be shocked? But when I thought about it, I was relieved.

Even the strongest in the Cangyue Mountains can't stop Lingxian's move, what is Qingyun doing?

"Oh, shit!"

Qingyun coughs up blood, has humiliation and anger, but more bitter.

He can clearly understand that the gap between himself and Ling Xian is too great, and he has no qualifications to resist.

"I advise you to be honest."

Ling Xian glanced at Qingyun lightly and said, "There are three hundred and forty offerings, and one of them must be enough, otherwise, beware of your head."

I heard that Qingyun was mad at him. He is one of the overlords of the Cangyue Mountains. Who dares to talk to him in this tone?

Yes, Ling Xian dares, and he is helpless.

Even if he is so angry, he must bear it!

"I'll give you three counts to consider." Ling Xian looked indifferent, and slowly spit out a cold word.

"One."

The voice fell, Qing Yun was suddenly frightened, and shouted, "I promise, I promise!"

Hearing that Gu Chen gave him a scornful look, but he did not expect that the patriarch of the grand tribe was so persuaded.

However, the elderly expressed understanding.

Ling Xian is really terrifying. People who are on the same front as him will naturally have nothing. But if you stand on the opposite side of him, that kind of fear can definitely make a person collapse!

"well."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, and said, "You're a real acquaintance."

Hearing that, Qing Yun only reported a bitter smile.

He also felt that he was too irritated, but there was no way he could not be afraid of a monster who easily suppressed himself.

"Come on, you will send the offering within three days. Without a spirit stone, I want you to pay for it with blood." Ling Xian looked indifferent.

"Yes…"

Qingyun sighed, struggling to stand up from the ground, and then flew towards the Qingshui tribe with the help of the old man.

Seeing this, Gu Chen smiled brightly: "It's so sweet, it's so happy."

"Indeed." Ling Xian smiled slightly, the anger in her heart completely dissipated.

"Thank you seniors. If it weren't for you, my ancient fire tribe would not have today's scenery." Gu Chen was very grateful and grateful.

"You don't have to say thank you."

Ling Xian waved her hand and said, "Three days, how are the people who take Pojingdan?"

"Very good. Two of them have already broken through their choices, and the rest are almost the same."

With a smile on his face, Gu Chen said, "I've figured it out. It won't be long before my Guhuo tribe will emerge with ten strong choices!"

"Good."

Ling Xianmulu was satisfied, saying: "Ten strong path choices, plus the patriarchs and elders of the fiery fire tribe, it is more than enough to keep the ancient fire tribe."

Then, looking at Gu Chen, he said, "Next, it is time for the ancient patriarch to fulfill his promises."