The Winged Human Clan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know where the people from Shanglingshi Village got their confidence.

Hundreds of years ago.

The lord of their winged human race fought with Ouyang Lang several times and was defeated.

As for the surrounding city-states, those Nirvana powerhouses were also afraid of Ouyang Lang's strength, and they didn't dare to attack Shanglingshi Village on a large scale.

But in the past few hundred years, Ouyang Lang has never appeared again.

The powerhouses thought he was in retreat, so they sent messengers to snatch the spirit stones.

But because he was afraid of Ouyang Lang, he didn't dare to do things too much.

Today, when he found out that Ouyang Lang was still just a nirvana, far behind the times, the Winged Human Race envoy was proud.

He believes that the opportunity to subdue Shanglingshi Village has come.

However, the faces of the leaders did not seem to show any fear.

Could it be that they are from those great clans that have high-level nirvana?

Thinking of this, the Winged Human Race envoy's heart sank.

At this moment, a cheerful old voice came from high in the sky.

"Master Lang, you're finally out of the customs!"

"However, you who were able to suppress this seat back then, now you only have one Nirvana cultivation, far behind the times. ”

"It's really sad!"

I saw a white-haired old man with snow-white wings on his back slowly falling.

He stood in front of the Winged Human Race envoy, exuding a majestic and vigorous aura, and looked at Ouyang Lang with interest.

Finding that Ouyang Lang had not broken through the realm, and had not even set foot on the peak of Nirvana, he suddenly felt ridiculous in his heart.

The Great Wilderness is different from the heavens and worlds in the starry sky.

The most important thing here is to cultivate resources.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the strength, and the ability to occupy more treasures, the easier it is to break through.

Because of this, there is a saying in the Great Wilderness.

After surviving the most difficult early stage and having a certain strength, you can take off.

In the eyes of the Lord of the Winged Terrans.

As a great power of Nirvana, as long as you can hold on to it, do not take the initiative to make enemies, and act cautiously.

In one or two hundred years, we will definitely be able to accumulate enough cultivation resources for the next Nirvana.

To be able to become a Nirvana realm, one's own understanding, root bones, etc. are not bad, as long as the resources are sufficient, breaking through is not a problem.

But now, the cultivation of "Lang Ye" has not advanced an inch for hundreds of years.

This is a sign of incompetence!

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Winged Terran couldn't help but sneer.

"What this man said is very tasteful!"

Qingxi waved his hand in front of his nose a few times, as if he smelled a rancid smell.

"I'm telling the truth. ”

The Lord of the Winged Human Race had a cold face, he looked around, and found that Qingxi, Emperor Hua and the others were releasing the aura of the Divine Realm on the surface, but it made him feel a sense of panic.

A person who can make him unable to see the depth is also a quasi-saint, to say the least.

But the few people present seemed to respect Ouyang Lang.

If it is a quasi-saint, how can it be?

So, the leader of the Winged Human Race naturally regarded them as ordinary Divine Realms, and his eyes fell on Ouyang Lang again, and said:

"Master Lang, times have changed. ”

"Back then you could hold down this seat, but today you can't. ”

Hear that.

The Winged Terrans present all raised their heads and chests, and their eyes showed a look of pride.

Qingxi, Ouyang Lang and the others quietly watched the performance of the Lord of the Winged Human Race, and there were no waves in their hearts, and they even wanted to laugh a little.

It was the old man of Shanglingshi Village, and his eyes all showed a dignified look.

Although no one in the village has ever been able to break through the god level, let alone how strong the Nirvana Realm is.

But when he heard that the Lord of the Winged Human Race had broken through to the third Nirvana, far surpassing the Lang Ye, he was afraid in his heart.

"Grandpa Lang, you go quickly, leave us alone!"

The children in the ancient village were all shouting, for fear that they would drag Ouyang Lang down.

"Master Lang, you take the sapling and leave quickly!"

"The ancient village has been sheltered by you for countless years, and now I dare not hold you back anymore, but please take those children away for us, so that the village will not be destroyed!"

The old man of the ancient village immediately rushed up.

They stopped in front of Ouyang Lang and the others, with a resolute expression on their faces.

"I'm going to fight the Winged Terrans!"

"As a great wilderness human race, life and death are downplayed, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!"

Some men from the ancient village who were in the prime of life stood at the forefront, and they had all stepped into the peak of the physical cultivation level, not weaker than the half-step Tianxuan.

Pick up a boulder the size of a house and wait for it.

Others are armed with hoes, shovels, kitchen knives, cutting boards and other objects, and they are in a desperate posture with the Winged Terrans.

There was no fear on their faces.

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

There was a cry from a child in the village.

But it wasn't because I was afraid, but because I had just woken up and was hungry and crying.

The originally tense and resolute atmosphere was mixed with the baby's cry that resounded all around, and it suddenly became a little strange.

"Whose baby?"

"Why don't you give him some milk?"

The strong, bronzed old village chief, carrying a huge stone grinding plate, turned around and shouted a few words to the crowd, and immediately a woman with a bamboo basket ran back.

Qingxi looked at this scene and was stunned for a moment.

Emperor Hua and the others also looked strange.

What should have been such a "serious" scene turned out to be like this.

The powerhouse of the Winged Human Race looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I thought that this group of "rabble" in Shanglingshi Village would be frightened to the ground and convulsed, trembling.

Unexpectedly, they dared to rise up and resist!

This made the Lord of the Winged Humans feel a sense of grievance that he had been despised.

"A group of rabble, too, dare to make an axe in front of this seat, and they can't do it. ”

"If it weren't for Nian Zai'er and others who knew how to cultivate the Spirit Stone Ancient Tree, this place would have been razed to the ground a long time ago, and now, he would still dare to resist this seat?"

"It's ridiculous!"

The Lord of the Winged Terran stood with his hands in his hands, the wings behind him flapped slightly, and gradually rose into the air, looking down at the people present indifferently.

"Master Lang, hand over Shanglingshi Village. ”

"Otherwise, Hugh blames this seat for being ruthless!"

The Lord of the Winged Terrans is fully prepared.

As early as when he arrived in the ancient village, he was already secretly gathering strength.

Even if Ouyang Lang hid his cultivation and actually entered the second nirvana, he could crush him with one blow without giving him any chance.

"You're ruthless, show me. ”

Ouyang Lang said disapprerovingly.

"Fulfill you!"

The wings of the Lord of the Winged Terran suddenly burst out with a thousand feet of light, shaking with all his might, and a silver-winged giant with a height of thousands of feet appeared behind him.

A sharp claw, grabbing across a long distance, released an endless fierce aura, making everyone like a flat boat in a huge wave, which could be torn apart at any time.

It's a world-destroying science.

Its attack speed is extremely fast and powerful, even if it is encountered by the ordinary three Nirvana powers, it is difficult to resist.

The claws are not here.

The terrifying aura was already enveloping.

But the people in the ancient village felt warm and did not feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, it was the sharp claw, but when it was about to meet Ouyang Lang, it suddenly disappeared like ice and snow.

"There is an ambush?"

The Lord of the Winged Terran turned pale, turned and retreated.

The remaining Winged Human Race powerhouses had never seen such a gaffe from their own family patriarchs, and they all gasped, and then they all turned around and fled.

But as soon as they reached mid-air, they found that their direction suddenly reversed, and instead of flying away into the distance, they bumped into Qingxi and the others head-on.

"What kind of mastery is this?"

They all changed color and tried their best to turn around, only to find that their bodies were completely out of control, and their mood suddenly sank to the bottom.