The old man's mood was a little gloomy, and he said to himself: "For this child, is it worth paying such a big price?"

"Shhh

Although he was dissatisfied with the old man's words, it did not stop.

The old man glanced at Yang Xuan's wound and injected some aura into Yang Xuan to hang his life.

Scar Lao Jiu's face was pale, but he was still pregnant with Yang Xuan's soul.

"It's the seven-star soul destroying bow of the Shang Yang clan, and the old Shang Yang won't have such courage. Xiang Fuzi said.

"It's not Shang Yang, it's the hand of the demon wolf clan, and the Night King Kong. Zhu Liyang explained.

The sweat on Flamery's body was tinged red, it hadn't been so desperate in a long time.

The old slender man looked at the fire and was a little confused. He knew the fiery temperament, although it was a war horse, but it had the wind of a general who was overwhelmed by Mount Tai and had a calm demeanor, but now it was obviously a little panicked.

It seems to care very much about the life and death of this little guy.

"The descendant of the demon wolf clan may be the king in the mouth of the empty master, but he is prostrate in front of this child. Zhu Liyang explained.

Xiangfuzi looked at Yang Xuan's face again and again, but did not speak.

"Even if he is an ordinary person, I have to save him, after all, we have few people in the bear department!" Zhu Liyang said with a very firm attitude.

The sound of horses' hooves was like a storm.

A low mountain, planted with a mountain of green bamboo, the green bamboo is particularly slender and long, but also particularly verdant, and it grows very well.

There was a dilapidated thatched hut in the middle of the green bamboo, and in front of the thatched hut, there was a dilapidated stone table, on which there was a little moss, and there were mosquitoes everywhere, and dust everywhere, only a table top in front of the broken chair was slightly cleaner, revealing the true color of the stone.

An old man with a full head of white hair sat there, I don't know how long he had been sitting, he was very thin, as thin as a skeleton, but his clothes were very white and spotless.

The horses behind the fire did not dare to step forward and stopped. Flame hesitated, hissed, and rushed up decisively, and the horses behind followed with some hesitation, but they trembled a little, as if they were afraid of something.

The old slender man was shirtless, turned over and dismounted with Yang Xuan in his arms, and walked directly in front of the thin old man.

"Save him!" Yang Xuan didn't say much, and said to him directly, "What you owe to the Terran, what you owe me, and what the Terran owes you is all written off!"

The white-haired old man did not speak, his eyes were closed, he did not even raise his head, he sat there as if he were a stone statue.

Ji Qinxin touched her knife with her slender hand countless times, she believed that she only had the knife out of the sheath, and then with a leap of the horse, her knife could cut off the head of this thin old man with white hair, but her knife was never unsheathed.

The old slender man didn't speak, he held Yang Xuan in his hand, looking at the old man, there was sympathy and hatred in his eyes.

The white-haired old man's eyes never opened, and the atmosphere was solemn and eerie.

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and a purple-black steed galloped from a distance, and a middle-aged man sat on the horse's back.

"Master Xiang, you show me the child. ”

The middle-aged man took the child from the hands of the husband, he looked at the child's little face, and said to himself: "What a beautiful child." ”

"Abba, Grandma Yan said that we should take this child well. Ji Qinxin said.

The middle-aged man nodded, then patted Ji Qinxin's head, he smiled, his smile was full of pampering, he smiled and said, "The girl has grown up." ”

Then, he glanced at Zhu Liyang, with apology and appreciation in his eyes. Then he looked around, looking at Scar Lao Jiu, looking at Crow Prison.

"You're all good. He said softly.

"Of course it's good," no one spoke, but the talker of the crow prison took over, "We have all grown up, of course it will be good, wait for a few years, those obscene and small races in the Great Wilderness, they will wait to tremble." ”

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Khan, don't you believe it?" one of the crow prisons opened his mouth and couldn't stop the car, "Khan, I cut off the head of the divine servant directly in Mengshan, he didn't even struggle, his two guards Dark Night King Kong were solved by Zhu Liyang and Lu Piaoying one by one, if we really fight, we can challenge the Seven Star Array of the Three-Eyed Clan!"

"You're all good," said the middle-aged man, "you've grown up and are no longer children under our protection." This time you can walk out of Mengshan completely, which is a sign that you have grown up, and you will support each other in the future and protect the human race. ”

Khan's face was full of smiles.

Crow Prison was praised and very proud.

Scar Lao Jiu and Zhu Liyang exchanged glances, but their faces were solemn, Tianluo Lu Floating Shadow walked out of the shadows, staring at Khan, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Ji Qinxin felt a little inexplicable, he didn't know why his father said this.

Khan stared at the white-haired old man.

He said in a soft voice, "You have to save him, for my sake, for thy own sake, and for the sake of the human race." ”

The white-haired old man did not speak or move, his face full of indifference.

Khan's steps were very slow and steady, and he approached the white-haired old man step by step, and his voice gradually became louder:

"You have to save him, he is a descendant of the Jiuli Tribe, and the Jiuli Department has carried too much for the Terrans, you must save him!"

The Khan's whip was about to hit the white-haired old man's face, but the old man still did not speak, he still sat there quietly, his eyes still closed.

The Khan dropped his whip, drew his sword, pointed the tip of his knife at the old man, and all the people bowed their heads and pretended not to see.

To tell the truth, everyone hoped that the Khan would give the white-haired old man a knife, because he was Ji Feng, the Ji Feng of the human race.

"Back then, because you and I cut off the heads of my best brothers, from that day on, I should have died, and I didn't die because they hadn't grown up! ”

The Khan's knife was not ready to cut at the arrogant old man, but it was ready to cut himself.

"The things of the past have returned to dust, and the earth has returned to the earth, you can not believe in the gods, but you should not slander the gods, you should not rebel against the gods, the great wilderness can be without your brothers, or without your friends, but you can't be without the gods. ”

Finally, the old man spoke, but he still did not open his eyes, and his words were full of indifference, "The gods love all beings, the gods have not angered the human race because of this, and they have not even completely eliminated the Jiuli tribe, they still have descendants, and the gods still favor them, but you can't act recklessly because of the gods' kindness." ”

The white-haired old man could no longer remain silent, as if he was justifying himself.

"Gods, hehe, gods......" Khan's laughter was full of sneer.

His smile was full of disrespect, and he continued: "Gods, what do gods like, what do they care? Do gods like to see brothers in the world killing each other? Is it life and death in the world? What do the high gods want? What can they give to the world? Do they like all the people prostrate at their feet?"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said to the Khan, "Foolish, you don't understand the gods at all. ”

The soldiers of the Fuyao Battalion really wanted to cut off the old man's head, but no one acted rashly, after all, this person was their elder, after all, he was Ji Feng, the spokesperson of the gods in the Great Wilderness.