Luo Buwei and Ge Dashang looked at each other and smiled, as if they had their own plans.

In addition to the three of them, there were also elites of their various clans behind them, each of whom brought a dozen or so people.

In this desert, there are more than 30 people, which can be described as mighty, and the momentum is great all the way.

"What are these people doing? Are you going to resist?"

The group came to the Luo tribe and glanced around, with their spiritual sense, they had already seen the prime of life hidden in the dark.

However, those people are just a decoration for the monks who have entered the realm of cultivation and cultivation.

"Haha, that old guy who fell into the woods, still thought he was as majestic as he was back then, putting on such a posture. Luo Buwei laughed and disagreed.

Fifty years ago, they had practiced in the outside world, reached the realm of enlightenment, and united, ready to take down the Luo tribe in one fell swoop, and distribute the women with mysterious powers of the Luo tribe, but they didn't expect Luo Wusheng to become a monk of the Soul Realm in vain, and directly injured them.

So far, it has taken them thirty years to regain their strength, and that evil breath has been swallowed until now, and it should always be clear.

"Luo Wusheng, I'm here later, why don't you come to meet you soon?" Zhuo Feng used the lion's roar, and the sound wave spread throughout the Luo tribe.

"Humph!"

The patriarch of the Luo clan was left without life, snorted coldly, waved his sleeve robe, swept away those sound waves, and strode over.

Although he is old, his cultivation is still there, his body is straight, and although his back looks very old, it gives the Luo clan a firm belief in their hearts.

"Tsk, there is no life, you are the same era as me, but now you have become in this state, it is really unforgiving. Ge Dashang laughed, sat on horseback, and looked down at the Luo clansmen.

"The four tribes are originally the same race, what is the difference between you and cannibalism in such behavior?" the big boss was furious, stood up, pointed at them, and cursed.

"I speak to your elders, you little guy, how can you be qualified to speak?"

Ge Dashang's cold light flashed, he raised his hand directly, and a cold wind swept by, flying away the big head, and even Luo Wusheng couldn't react, and he didn't make a move at the first time.

Zhuo Feng had a rippling smile on his face, and there was an indescribable feeling, and said: "I don't have any life left, I won't embarrass you, hand over the girl with pure power in your clan to me, and I, Zhuo Feng, will leave immediately!"

"Don't think!" Luo Wusheng gritted his teeth and said coldly.

How could he hand over his niece to someone like Zhuo Feng, what is the difference between this and sending him to death.

Zhuo Feng's face that he was expecting suddenly stiffened, and then he twisted incomparably, and said, "Since that's the case, then don't blame Zhuo for being polite!"

He made a big move back, signaling the masters in his clan to all move.

"I see who dares to do something to my people today!"

Luo Wusheng shouted, he sacrificed a scepter and shot at the Zhuo tribesmen who rushed out first.

They are just monks who have just entered the Yuan Dynasty, and they are forcibly promoted with medicine, and in the face of the means of falling into the void, where can they resist, one by one, like a scarecrow, they fly out upside down.

"Sure enough, your people have mastered some magic, which is really exciting. ”

Zhuo Feng didn't care about what his people were, but he had a strong interest in the magic mastered by the Luo tribe.

"Don't make a move yet, let me meet this old fellow first, and see what he can do. ”

Zhuo Feng was very interested, and raised his hand to sacrifice his magic weapon, although the grade was not good, but it could be regarded as a good hand.

He took the stick and walked towards the head of the fallen life.

Although the latter was old, almost half of his feet had stepped into the dust, but he still cultivated himself, wielding a scepter and performing some magic.

Luo Wusheng did master some magic, but they were all very rudimentary, not some mystical magic, but it had been handed down in the clan since ancient times.

However, for Zhuo Feng, who has never been in contact with magic, it is still a little tricky to deal with.

"Who?"

Just as Zhuo Feng and Luo Wusheng were fighting, Luo Buwei and Ge Dashang were originally holding the faces of watching a good show, but they realized in vain that someone was secretly sweeping with their spiritual sense.

They frowned, and swept through with their spiritual senses, trying to find out who was in the shadows.

"What!" Luo Buwei's face changed first.

He saw a blood-red light coming towards him, and in the blink of an eye.

Luo Buwei hurriedly dodged and sacrificed his magic weapon.

"Ahh

He fell from his horse, and his blood poured red into the loess.

"Patriarch, patriarch!" The clansmen behind Luo Buwei were so shocked that they hurriedly dismounted, and their faces changed greatly.

Luo Buwei kept screaming, he used his great mana to heal his wounds, but this meant that his cultivation fell sharply in a short period of time and he lost his combat power.

"Who is it?"

"What is it to hurt someone in secret?"

Ge Dashang gasped, fortunately, the other party's target did not choose him, otherwise his fate would be as miserable as Luo Buwei.

At the same time, he was also angry, and he never thought that there were still people who were secretly playing ghosts.

"What are you waiting for the bully?"

Xu Wei walked out, withdrew the little sword, and sneered.

He glanced at Luo Buwei and felt a little pity, he used seven or eight points of strength, but he still didn't kill Luo Buwei, which was really a pity, but he lost his combat effectiveness, so there was no threat at all.

"Who are you?"

At this time, even Zhuo Feng retreated, looking at Xu Wei, who had never seen him, with a puzzled expression.

He didn't think that this young man was a member of the Luo tribe, for the Luo tribe, they already knew the roots, and there was no need to say anything about what they were capable of.

And this young man who appeared in the sky was too mysterious, and under one blow, he almost killed Luo Buwei, if he just shot at him, I am afraid he would not be able to react at all.

The most important thing is that they can't see the other party's realm, there are only two possibilities, one is that the other party uses some secret treasure to isolate the breath, and the other is that the other party's realm is far beyond them.

Although they are more willing to believe in the possibility of the former, they also have to consider the possibility of the latter.

Otherwise, if you act rashly, you are asking for your own death.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I just hope that you will retreat today, and you will not be able to step into the Luo tribe within ten years, of course, what do you want to do in ten years, I have no way to ask. Xu Wei walked forward, posing as a worldly master, very calm and old.

He couldn't really solve these people, he had almost exhausted his mana by using the small sword before, and the patriarch of the Luo clan couldn't hold on for long, so he couldn't make any more moves, he just hoped that these people would have scruples and choose to give up.

Moreover, he proposed a ten-year contract, and presumably the gang would agree to this treaty for the sake of safety.

Ten years! He believed that that guy who fell into the outside world, after cultivating in the outside world, would become a hegemon, and then the little tribal patriarch would be nothing.