After a night of erosion by the cold wind, the vegetation of the earth was covered with a layer of white frost, and overnight, the temperature plummeted. 『』【Big/book/bag/small/say/net. 】

There is nothing more to suffer from the cooling than the guards, and the cold shivering can only endure it alive.

The guard at the gate of the Flying Dragon Tribe was also frozen just now and stomped his feet and cursed in a low voice, but no one had the strength to care about this at the moment, because he didn't know when many people suddenly appeared at the gate of the tribe, and the weapon had not yet been pulled out, and the arrow in front of him was aimed at the cold light.

"You, who are you" Looking at the black crowd in front of him, the guard at the door said tremblingly as he resisted the urge to escape.

One of them saw that the other party had a familiar face, and if he looked closely, wasn't the leader the dragon battle who had left the tribe with people before

Could it be that he came back for revenge As long as it is the people of the Feilong tribe, they almost don't know that their patriarch Feixing once deliberately made things difficult for Long Zhan and his family, and now Long Zhan is blocking the door with people, and they can't think of any other reason except revenge.

Seeing the dragon battle, several guards only felt the cold wind swishing on the back of their necks, they had all seen the power of the dragon battle, and they were already sweating with fright at this time

"Inform your people, send all the people of the White Mist Clan out safely" Long Zhan stood at the front with a blank face.

At this time, it was enough for them to find that the people of the White Mist Clan who were sent to fetch salt stayed in the opposite team, and they also understood that they were friends and foes at this time, although they wanted to scold, but the opposite side was violent, and the strength was not weak, and resentment could only be swallowed in their stomachs.

"Wait, we who took refuge in the Dragon War White Mist Clan first, no matter what, we are all members of our Flying Dragon Tribe, you want people, you want people to get the consent of our patriarch" The person who spoke originally wanted to say that Long Zhan had gone too far, but when he was swept away by Long Zhan's cold gaze in the middle of his words, he was frightened and short of breath, and his voice turned 360 degrees.

"He has agreed, let people go" Bai Li pushed Feixing out from behind, and said sharply: "Send all of us out, if anyone is injured, don't think that your patriarch will go back alive"

"Bai Li, you betrayed our tribe and dared to appear here, so our patriarch would not let you be so arrogant" The guards didn't dare to shout with the dragon war, but they were not polite to Bai Li, and even the waste that the tribe couldn't keep was really unreliable

"Clan, patriarch" Someone recognized that the person who was pulled out by Bai Li and mixed with mud all over his body was Bai Xing, and his face changed dramatically, he couldn't say anything in shock, and his fingers trembled.

"Woo woo woo" Seeing the guards in the clan, Feixing was very excited, contrary to the way he drove just now, he spent the whole night under the threat of weapons, although his arms and legs are still there, but there is no complete place on the whole body, there are scratches and dried blood stains of daggers of different shades everywhere, if they are not together for decades, it is difficult to recognize even if they are face-to-face.

"Let go, let go of our patriarch" The guards were completely panicked, and two people stumbled towards the tribe, and the patriarch was arrested, and this is really the end

The two of them ran back to the tribe and roared, and after a while, everyone in the Flying Dragon Tribe knew about it, and they all ran out, including the people of the White Mist Clan, several of them were old and calm, and secretly gathered people together, no matter what happened outside, they hugged a group and everything was taken care of.

They gathered almost everyone The rest of the Feilong tribe also figured it out, and a team of hunters surrounded them, and what was said outside was very clear, exchanging these people for the patriarch, whether their patriarch could return safely or not depended on these people, so even if the roots of hatred were itchy, they didn't dare to start.

Bai Li stood at the door of the Flying Dragon Tribe, with a fierce look on his face but a very worried heart, now it is a critical time, as long as the clansmen can come out safely, they will be able to live a peaceful life in the future.

After the chaotic shouting, the two people finally faced each other at the door, in general, the number of people is about the same, but the strength is a world apart, the people of the Flying Dragon Tribe, who have seen the power of bows and arrows, looked at the rows of arrows waiting solemnly outside and didn't even have the idea of fighting, how to fight before they got to the place, they had to be killed and injured half, not to mention that the patriarch was still in their hands, annoying the dragon war may really kill the flying star, and then the tribe will really be finished like the White Mist Clan.

Based on various considerations, although the people of the Flying Dragon Tribe were very impatient, no one dared to make a provocation, Bai Li repeated what he had just said, and the people of the Flying Dragon Tribe suddenly bustled like headless flies.

Seeing the clansmen, Feixing finally had the confidence, not as scared as he was just now, and he couldn't talk and kept "wooing" there, intending to remind him in this way, but unfortunately the people on the Yanhuang tribe were tired of his ugliness and no longer paid attention to it, and the ants on the hot pot on the Feilong tribe were generally even more flawless, and Feixing was even more unusual.

Generally speaking, if the patriarch has an unexpected tribal sacrifice or a person who prepares candidates for the patriarch, he should make up his mind, but now their sacrifice is still lying naked in the patriarch's tent unconscious, and Feida is not there, so they can only temporarily recommend a few people to agree on this matter, these people also feel that things are tricky, but they can only be forced to do this.

People who usually have some prestige get together and muttered for a long time, and they chose to compromise with almost no objections, the patriarch and the people who took salt were in the hands of the other side, they couldn't beat them, and now the people who protect themselves are the most important, so they can only endure the pain and hand over the people of the White Mist Clan.

"Dragon War, Bai Li, and the people of the White Mist Clan, we will give you a lot of them, but you have to ensure that our patriarch is also well." After the discussion, a person shouted at the other side.

"Don't worry, I'm afraid I'll dirty my hands if I kill him," Long Zhan raised his chin, "Let the people of the White Mist Clan come over first." ”

"You" The man's heart, liver and lungs hurt by Long Zhan's words, and he waved his hand hatefully: "Give people to them"

"Wait" Just as the hunters of the Wyvern Tribe, who were about to walk forward, someone suddenly spoke behind them.

At this moment when the atmosphere was condensed, the small sound made the heartstrings of everyone present tense all of a sudden, and their eyes were all together.

After speaking, the man separated the crowd and came to the front, seeing the face of the person who came, Long Zhan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, if there was anyone in the Flying Dragon Tribe who he didn't want to face, it was probably only this one.