"Tut-tut, tsk, tsk. ”

The long stick in Wu Han's hand was ringing restlessly, it was pinched by the master, you can imagine how angry Wu Han was at this time: Twenty years ago, he was rescued by the old patriarch, and then adopted him as a righteous son, and raised him as an adult, his feelings for the old patriarch are incomparable, even with the Wu tribe.

Seeing that Wu Han's whole person was not good, Wu Wei hurriedly hid behind the shrewd old man, his body was trembling violently, and he had forgotten everything in his mind, he only remembered: Wu Han once killed a demon tiger with one punch......

The shrewd old man frowned, and the little goatee on his mouth shook and trembled, which was very funny.

He faced Wu Han directly, he was not Wu Wei who could run away because he was the next patriarch candidate of the Wu tribe, and Wu Han was too, this was already a contest between the two candidates, and he couldn't retreat.

He clenched the wooden staff in his hand, and the thief's little eyes kept looking at Wu Han, who was silent and silent, at this time his heart was already up and down, he was very scared, he was afraid that Wu Han's fist that would kill a demon tiger would give him, but he thought of the person in the stone house, and his heart instantly had a backbone.

Because, that person is a martial artist, can Wu Han still try it with a martial artist?

"Hehe! Wu Wei is right. ”

"You, Wu Han is just the righteous son taken in by the old patriarch, it is our Wu tribe who saved you, we gave you life, gave you the right to live, do you still want to be the patriarch?" Wu Han still didn't say a word.

"Yes, yes, Wuhan, you're just an outsider. Seeing that Wu Han was silent, someone began to echo the shrewd old man.

"That's right, you don't have the right to be the patriarch. ”

"Why do you want to be a patriarch? ”

"Get out of here, don't rely on your strength to do whatever you want. "More and more people are starting to cheer.

"That's right, hand over that bastard, we have an explanation, an explanation, an explanation......"

"Roar, roar, roar~"

As more and more clansmen gathered, they began to stimulate Wu Han in language, as the so-called tree big wind, Wu Han is extremely powerful, loyal to the liver and courage, and the Wu tribe bowed to the death of the Wu tribe, which made the old patriarch decide to make him the young master, but was opposed by the Wu tribesmen, except for a small number of people, they really admired Wu Han.

"You forgot that winter, the old patriarch went out, if it weren't for Wu Han, you would still fucking live until now?" someone spoke out in support of Wu Han.

"Yes, yes, you're a bunch of white-eyed wolves, me!" Others directly scolded and scolded them back.

Then, an unprecedented quarrel broke out between the Wu tribes, a war of words, and the noise was heard far and wide, where a large group of people rode their horses and slowly approached.

They were on war horses, dressed in black, with broadswords tied around their waists, sharp longbows on their backs, and their faces covered with black cloths, leaving only a pair of gloomy, fierce eyes, and one word on their heads: six.

That's right, this is the sharpest cavalry of the sixth branch of the new Luoyang League, which was formed by the Falling Sun League and Wei Thin is the big boss, and they are riding horses and whips, and the direction of progress seems to be the Wu tribe.

The snow on both sides of the road was directly trampled out of a road by the war horses, and the snow on the trees next to it was directly shaken off by the sound of horses' hooves, piled up there, like snowdrifts.

Not far away, an old man rushed forward desperately, only to see him holding a scepter in his hand, and covering his chest with the other, where there was a shocking deep knife cut, the animal skin coat had already been split, and blood kept flowing out of the wound, and it was dyed red and white along the way.

After the old man walked for a while, he said, "Drive, hahaha, drive." I heard only the roar of people, the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and then the men and horses dressed like the cavalry just now appeared and cursed.

A person in front of him stepped on a big black horse, skinny as wood, a pair of eyes were particularly gloomy, and he felt like a skeleton in black, but the aura on his body was extremely powerful, and the atmosphere behind him was so strong that everyone behind him did not dare to come out, and a ghost head knife in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

It's just because the body of the ghost head knife is still dripping with blood, which is incompatible with the snow-white snow.

"Huh!"

The skeleton man in black sneered, looking at the blood in the snow, the corners of his mouth rose: "Today, by the way, the Wu tribe will be wiped out, and some good things will be fished, there are beautiful women, and there are rare treasures and the like for the third master, no, no, no, now the second master will send it, hehe!"

"Woo woo, roar roar roar~"

Hearing the extermination of the Wu tribe, the little minions behind them are not to mention how happy they are, the destruction of the Wu tribe, there are treasures in it, these are not the most critical, the most critical thing is that there are women in it, women, are their favorites.

"Hehe, kill!" The black-clothed skeleton gave an order, and then the sound of the horse's hooves bombarded the snow again, and the blood on the ground had already been trampled by the horse's hooves.

The snow seems to be falling heavier and heavier, but it is dripping and dripping, which makes people think a lot......

The Wu tribe, the snow is still beating on everyone, they have been divided into two camps and are constantly scolding, saliva flying, teeth and claws, they don't know at all, their old patriarch is dying, a group of murderous and evil bandits are on the way to slaughter them.

Han Ping still looked at all this calmly, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, all he cared about now was how Wu Han dealt with this matter and the movement in the stone house in the distance, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart, why the old patriarch of the Wu tribe hadn't returned to the tribe yet? His heart began to be vigilant, and a trace of danger began to fill the air.

"Enough!"

A loud shout broke the noisy, fangs and claws, everyone followed the sound and saw a long stick standing behind him.

Looking at Wu Han, who was upright, majestic, and oppressive, those Wu clan people who were shouting and scolding began to tremble in their hearts, Wu Han, although he was not a martial artist, was indeed a real strong man.

"Whew~"

Wu Han let out a long sigh: "Everyone listen to me, I, Wu Han, thank you for the nurturing grace of the Wu tribe." Then he bowed to everyone.

"However, I only obey the old patriarch, it was his old man who saved me and raised me in the cold, and I have nothing to do with you, what his old man asked me to do, I will definitely not frown. As he spoke, he smashed the long stick into the snow.

"Bang"

The snow was smashed into a pit, and Han Ping was shocked: what a lot of strength.

"But, you are rambling and swearing, don't blame me for being unkind to you, hum!" Wu Han continued, his voice low and contemplative.

This time, looking at the angry Wu Han, everyone in the Wu tribe closed their mouths, they could scold and scold the silent Wu Han, but in the face of his anger, they were afraid.