"Where are you from?" After a long silence, Ouyang Ting asked in a deep voice.

Wang Qiling chewed on the dry bread and muttered: "Where else can it come from, those relatives in the clan who are not very good at making brains have passed it on." If I'm not mistaken, my cousin, oh, even your Fifth Commander should have it too. ”

Why did you want to kill me? Ouyang Ting thought that he had been doing his duty since he woke up, where did he provoke them?

"Heh, I see you, be careful in the future. Look at the virtue of that broken crossbow, I'm afraid that even the Zhang family is eyeing you. ”

Wang Qiling smiled and raised his eyes to look at Ouyang Ting: "You said you, don't you look better than me?" Why are you so bullish, even the Zhang family can attack you." ”

What kind of theory is this! He was very troubled, this man was in his forties, and he still had a problem with his brain.

He was shot two arrows for no reason, why did this guy still look envious.

"Why give it to me. Ouyang Ting raised the note and asked.

"First, of course you saved me, but I am a man with affection and righteousness. Wang Qiling lifted his black robe and patted his somewhat fat belly with satisfaction.

I really don't know how this man lives.

Even if you are not in that ethnic group on the border battlefield, who doesn't practice every day. I don't know how he raised that white flower's fat... And let him open the chakra...

After a pause, he smiled and said, "This second nature is... Earlier, I saw that you were too brutal when you killed that chakra realm barbarian... I'm afraid I won't be able to kill you. ”

"Haha!" Ouyang Ting smiled when he heard this, this person is sincere, he likes it.

Looking at the note, Ouyang Ting carefully recalled it in his mind. After he woke up, except for the border clan wall, there were only a few foreigners he had seen.

ZHANG Miao,FELT,ZHAO Changhe,CHEN Sheng... Who the hell is it?

Chen Sheng is just a clan leader, and it is impossible to use a clan like the Wang Clan. Zhang Miao and Fürth, it shouldn't be possible, they have no motive.

Could it be Zhao Changhe? Ouyang Ting seemed to remember Zhao Changhe's somewhat gloomy face at the beginning...

However, even if Zhao Changhe could instruct the Wang clan to make a move, what about the Zhang clan of the Holy Clan? Why would he target a person from his own small clan.

Forget it, it's too much to think about it! The soldiers are coming to cover up the water, so let's quickly take care of the wounds first.

Thinking about it, Ouyang Ting began to gather qi on his knees, aura is a good thing, and after the slightest trace entered the body, there was a burst of coolness from the wound.

raised his eyes to look at Cao Kun, who was also recovering from his injuries not far away, and couldn't help but curse secretly when he saw his pale face.

"Made, before leaving, I felt that this thing was possessed by a god. Sure enough...."

......

Archers, the dense jungle is their paradise.

However, at this moment, outside the sight of the warriors of the left and right camps, two archers from the Holy Clan were fighting in silence.

The sound of "whooshing" breaking the air was buried by the wind layer by layer, and without anyone noticing, Zhang Pofeng and Zhang Poxuan, two people who also belonged to the Zhang clan's holy clan, had already shot several arrows at each other.

"Why didn't you do it?" Zhang Poxuan's voice came softly: "Don't say that you haven't received a message from the clan. ”

Zhang Pofeng hid behind the big tree and did not respond, and the battle within the Zhang clan was very cruel.

In the competition, it is not for nothing that they do not check their bodies for a while, and the phrase that the sword has no eyes is also applicable to their kind.

"You are so blatant, it will only make the clan soldiers, and even the Killing Martial Pavilion more and more resistant to my Zhang clan. After Zhang Pofeng finished speaking, he quickly changed his position.

"Poof!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, two sharp arrows were fiercely nailed to the location where he had been hiding a moment ago.

"What the document from Tianji Pavilion represents, I think you should know very well. Zhang Po put away his bow and arrows, and slowly appeared behind the tree.

Patriarch... Why would he be staring at such a young man from a small border clan...

Confused, confused... This is the reason why Zhang Pofeng did not make a move for a long time.

As Zhang Poxuan said, he had already received the Flying Bird Transmission from Tianji Pavilion. But he really couldn't understand how such a young man deserved to be ordered by the Holy Patriarch to be cleared out personally.

Just like him and Zhang Pocross, even if he was born in the Holy Clan, he was also a small soldier with that marginal bloodline. As soon as he received the documents from the Tianji Pavilion, he was shocked!

There is no denying that Ouyang Ting has potential! But he is not completely close to the Wu clan, and it is not enough to become a thorn in the side at all.

Also, the accompanying sentence made him even more confused. The summons he received stated that if Ouyang Ting was found to have contact with birds, no matter what kind of birds it was, he would do his best to punish him...

Just because the bird on his shoulder is not like a bird or a chicken, he wants to kill such a good seedling?

Ouyang Ting's potential is amazing, Zhang Pofeng sees it in his eyes. Although it is highly likely that he will become a member of the Wu clan, it is not impossible for him to become a soldier of the Zhang clan.

He is still young, and there is still a long way to grow and be able to fight for it....

Zhang Pofeng's shoulder had already nailed an arrow, not deep, but it had already begun to bleed.

"This is just a warning, if you dare to interfere with my work next time... I want you to weigh the consequences. Zhang Poxuan snorted coldly, and his body disappeared into the green shade in a flash.

Zhang Po shot three arrows at Ouyang Ting, not the two arrows that Ouyang Ting knew.

It's just that one of the arrows was affected by an arrow attacked by Zhang Pofeng, if not, maybe that arrow would be able to nail Ouyang Ting's heart.

The ethnic group is becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Zhang Pofeng covered his shoulders and slowly sat on the bluestone and whispered.

....

In the Holy Clan Council, the thirty-six clans with the surname gathered together.

"Holy Elder, recently received news from the clan that the beast clan of the Sanjiangkou Beast Clan in Beiguan is rampant and is attacking our clan wall day by day, and there are even water beasts crossing our clan wall to infest the border tribes of the domain. The casualties are not counted..."

In the center of the main hall, an old man was bowing down and shouting to Zhang Shenghong.

The nineteenth, nineteenth, and twenty-ninth of the clan calendar is the day when the thirty-six clans with the upper surname and the holy clan open the clan meeting. The affairs of the tribe will be resolved at this time, both large and small, in the form of deliberation.

In the past, most of the clan meetings were mainly based on public security or food payment, but today, the surname Qiao in the Northern Regions threw out a blockbuster topic as soon as the clan meeting opened.

For a while, the hall was full of exclamations and discussions...

"Oh? Why don't you see the clan wall issuing an official document?" Zhang Shenghong stood still and set his eyes on one person in the hall.

But when he saw it, his face twitched unconsciously, and he saw the person sitting at the head of the right side safely. Although his face is old and his hair is white, his body is magnificent, like an old rhinoceros.

Right now, just after the morning, this person sat cross-legged on top of the clan meeting and snorted loudly.

"Second Martial Brother, the Holy Elder asks you!" The old man who was sitting on the left side of Zhang Shenghong shouted from a distance.

"Hmm, hmm, what did the Holy Chief say? Liu Guangming, you are a bad old man, and Lao Tzu is not deaf. ”

The sturdy old man was disturbed by this shouting and questioning, so he slowly opened his eyes and asked. A hundred people were upset with the patriarch of the Liu clan who disturbed his sleep.

"Wu Chengfeng, the clan council, pay attention to your attitude and words. A person sitting next to the patriarch of the Liu clan said in a deep voice.

The old man known as Wu Chengfeng pursed his lips and took a deep breath, then said slowly: "You all know that my surname is Wu... Words?The brain is caught in the door. ”

"You!" the man was furious.

"Okay, okay, we're all the heads of the family! I'm getting older, so let's stop. Zhang Shenghong smiled and waved his hand, which slightly lowered the horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes of several people.

After speaking, he glanced at the old man of the Qiao clan and said, "Fang Cai Chengfeng may not be in good spirits, you can say it again." ”

The old man of the Qiao clan was so angry in his heart, but the saint Chang spoke, so he could only repeat the previous words again without changing a word.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Chengfeng laughed and said, "Little things, little things." How can you say such an exaggeration. It's all pressed down, what to report... If the orcs don't fight the clan wall, is that still called the clan wall? ”

"Then why did I receive the news that at least ten tribes in the Northern Regions were attacked by the beast clan?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Wu Chengfeng, waiting for him to explain.

Wu Chengfeng sighed lightly under his cold eyes, it seems that this Wu clan is in charge of the soldiers of the Quartet, and many people have not been able to change their red eyes.

How many generations have you been red, is it possible that you are staring at me, and you can still stare me to death?

"The tribe is weak, but it is the lifeblood of my race. The amount of food consumed by the border soldiers every year is huge, and I think Chengfeng should know that most of this comes from the support of the tribe. ”

Zhang Shenghong said lightly: "I think that this matter should be explained to those tribes." ”

Wu Chengfeng got up slowly and saluted Zhang Shenghong in a similar manner.

However, he naturally sneered in his heart, the situation on this border battlefield, I am afraid that the patriarch of your Zhang clan is not much more than I know.

Don't you just want to meddle in the clan wall? Do you see that my Wu clan has been successful for so many years, and the surname Zhang has succeeded?

He cleared his throat and spat on the old phlegm under the disdainful gaze of everyone.

Only then did he say slowly: "A few days ago, the water rose in the Northern Regions, and the Sanjiangkou of Beiguan was attacked by a very large number of beasts. However, with the full support of the surrounding clan walls, the group of beasts had already been repelled. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the patriarch of the Qiao clan and said, "As for the water beasts you said crossed the wall, there are masters of the Instrument Clan in Sanjiangkou, and there are also Holy Clan archers to assist, and there are only a handful of water beasts that have slipped through the net, and this is based on the battle report." The old man doesn't talk nonsense. ”

"That..."The old man surnamed Qiao was about to speak again, but Wu Chengfeng waved his hand to block it.

"What are you panicking about? It is said that there are fish that have slipped through the net, and there are four archers belonging to Sanjiangkou and two Qi people joining forces to pursue, thinking that they are already bloodstained in the Northern Wilderness at this moment. Don't mention it. ”

After Wu Chengfeng finished speaking, he arched his hand, and Shi Shiran sat down again.

Zhang Shenghong glanced at the patriarch of the Qiao clan quietly, and then said: "The tribe has been affected by the disaster, and the clan grain will be handed over according to the loss minus this year's grain, so be it." ”

"The lower clan understands. The patriarch of the Qiao clan stared at Wu Chengfeng hatefully and said no more.

What happened next was a trivial matter, what ethnic groups were rubbing and what Wu Chengfeng was tired of hearing and his brain hurt.

Alas, old and old, suffer this sin. If this is more than ten after the eighth day, Wu Chengfeng began to doze off again in the noisy quarrel.

A handful of Zhang's soldiers have become a acne on our clan wall, hum! If you want to increase the clan wall?