Chapter 2: The Purple Ya Tribe
Facing Yake's questioning, Ling Feng ignored it, just quietly looked behind him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"How many people, do you need me to ask you to come out one by one?"
Ling Feng shook his head and said.
"This little friend, this has nothing to do with you, does it?"
There was a fluctuation of stumbling, and at this moment, three middle-aged men walked out from behind Yake, all three of them were Yunxiao-level peak martial artists, and among them, the sturdy man wearing black battle armor asked towards Ling Feng.
"Boy, I advise you, it's best not to meddle with other things, take care of yourself!"
A man in a black battle robe beside the sturdy man had a cold look in his eyes and warned Ling Fengdao.
"Uncle Yabu, why did you kill me?"
The purple armor boy Zi Yu looked at the strong man and clenched his fists.
"Purple Feather, there is only one position for the patriarch, and only by letting Yake be the patriarch will our tribe prosper. ”
Yabu's rumbling voice sounded in Zi Yu's ears, and suddenly Zi Yu felt like the sky was cracking, and blood flowed from his ears.
"Stop!"
Ling Feng waved his hand, and suddenly the three of them flew out upside down, and Zi Yu's face was a little better.
"Boy, don't toast or eat!"
The man in the black robe roared angrily, and the broadsword in his hand swung towards Ling Feng, Ling Feng shook his head, the martial artist who had not even stepped into the threshold of the law, his attack power was simply weak and pitiful.
Ling Feng pointed his finger, and suddenly, the man's movements in the battle robe stopped abruptly, his face was full of horror, and then his body went limp, and he fell down suddenly, and fell to the ground, instantly lifeless.
"How is that possible ? "
Yabu showed a shocked expression, probing back and forth beside the man in the battle robe, and came to a fact that he had to believe, the man in the battle robe had been killed by Ling Feng in an instant, and he was killed instantly.
"This ......"
Beside Yabu, another man in a golden battle armor glanced at Ling Feng jealously, then retracted his gaze, not daring to say anything more, for fear of causing Ling Feng's dissatisfaction.
And Yake was already trembling with fright, and he didn't dare to look up at Ling Feng.
"Your name is Purple Feather?"
Ling Feng looked at Zi Yu and said slowly.
"Yes, big brother, what's your name ? "
Purple Feather's tearful eyes looked at him.
"I, my name is Feng!"
Ling Feng thought for a while and said.
"Brother Feng, you are so powerful!"
Zi Yu smiled, looking at the former elders on the ground, with a complicated expression.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"
Ling Feng was stunned and couldn't help asking.
"Don't be afraid! If it weren't for Brother Feng, I would have died a long time ago, and besides, I didn't see the killing intent in Brother Feng's eyes. ”
Zi Yu explained seriously, with a trace of tears on her little face.
Ling Feng smiled, feeling more and more like. In Zi Yu's body, Ling Feng seemed to see himself.
"How do they deal with it?" Ling Feng looked at Purple Feather.
"Although they are really hateful, but they are my elders, bring them all back to the tribe, and let the patriarch deal with them. Purple Feather said.
"That's right, Purple Feather, I'm a brother who grew up with you. Yake said hurriedly.
"I don't have a brother like you!" Zi Yu glanced at Yake in disgust, and then looked at Ling Feng, "Brother Feng, come with me, our tribe is just outside this forest." ”
"You guys, don't think about running away, or you'll die ugly!" Ling Feng glanced at the Yabu and the others, and then followed Zi Yu through the forest.
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After a few hours, there was a dazzling light in front of him, and as Ling Feng and his party passed through the light, an open area came into view.
A wide river flows quietly, and on the banks there are some buildings, presumably man-made.
"Brother Feng, that is our tribe - Ziya tribe!"
Zi Yu glanced vigilantly at Yabu behind Ling Feng, then stretched out his right hand and pointed into the distance, looking at Ling Feng and saying.
Ling Feng looked in the direction that Purple Feather was pointing, a small and inconspicuous complex of buildings was embedded on one side of the riverbank, and on the other side of the river was a continuous forest of mountains and forests.
"Brother Feng, follow me!"
Purple Feather led the way ahead, and Ling Feng followed closely behind him.
Yabu looked at the inconspicuous Ziya tribe in the distance, and his expression was very complicated.
"Yabu, go back like this, Purple Illusion They will definitely not let us go. ”
Beside Yabu, the man in the black armor looked at Ling Feng's departing back and said slowly.
"Father, it's death to go back anyway, why don't we just run away?"
At this time, Subko on the side whispered.
"Escape? Where to flee ? ”
Yabu frowned, looked at his beloved son, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Yake, we may still have a glimmer of life when we go back, once we leave, it will really be more than lucky, and you can't understand the danger of the Forbidden Mountain Range yet. ”
"But, Father ......" Yake wanted to say something more, but was directly interrupted by Yabu, "Okay, Yake, don't say any more, let's go, so as not to cause the displeasure of the super powerhouse." ”
Ling Feng's speed was synchronized with Zi Yu, and Ling Feng naturally heard the conversation of the Yabu people clearly, Ling Feng was not afraid that they would escape, if they wanted to leave, Ling Feng would not stop them.
"You two, stop!"
Just as Ling Feng and Zi Yu were hurrying, several figures flashed, surrounding them.
Feeling that Ling Feng's body was only a cloud-level aura, and there was also a purple feather cloud-level third-order aura, the five of them were even more rampant.
"Yo, isn't this a candidate for the patriarch of the Ziya tribe? Such a coincidence? ”
The leader was a sturdy man in golden armor, with strong muscles all over his body, and a faint golden sharpness caught Ling Feng's attention.
"It seems that this man has touched the threshold of the law!
In comparison, this person was more powerful than other Yunxiao-level martial artists, and at this time, the three Yabu finally arrived, and his expression was very calm, as if it was expected.
"Yabu, remember what you promised us, right?"
The sturdy man in the golden armor looked at Yabu and grinned, and the smile on his face was even better when he saw Yabu nodding.
"Do it!"
Yabu snorted suddenly, and the long knife in his hand slashed towards the purple feather on Ling Feng's side, while the five people on the opposite side instantly slashed through the space, and the five sword lights slashed towards Ling Feng's front door.
"Humph!"
Ling Feng snorted coldly, and his voice sounded in everyone's hearts, like a thunderbolt falling on everyone.
"Die!"
Endless spiritual power poured out, turned into eight void spears, and flew towards everyone.
With purple feathers, Ling Feng soared into the air, his eyes full of cold colors.
"Puffy fluffy ~ "
Eight voices sounded, and below Ling Feng, eight corpses fell, Ling Feng just glanced at it lightly, and then left in the air.
The golden-armored strong man didn't understand until he died, why Ling Feng, who was originally only at the peak of the cloud level, could still kill eight martial artists of the same level, this answer, he couldn't figure it out anyway.
And everything happened too fast, in an instant, the battle was over, and Zi Yu hadn't been able to reflect it yet, but there were tears in his eyes.
Killing people will affect his mood, Ling Feng is not a murderous maniac, after killing eight people, his heart will still fluctuate slightly.
But Ling Feng couldn't allow this kind of fluctuation, between life and death, this fluctuation might kill him.
But he kills and is principled. Who should be killed and who should not be killed, Ling Feng knew it all in his heart.
Ling Feng flew at a low altitude in the Forbidden Mountain Range, and with the speed at which he was hurrying, it didn't take long for Ling Feng to take Purple Feather to the Purple Ya Tribe.
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