"Flying Feather Clansmen??"

This sentence was like thunder from the sky, which frightened everyone.

"They take care of killing people on their own, regardless of the lineup of forces, whether it is Huangtian City or Cangyun Tribe, they don't care about killing. The soldier continued.

"Is that really the case?"

Everyone fixed their eyes on Ling'er, as if Ling'er was ashamed of herself by treating a strange gaze, she took a few steps back, and the wings behind her shrank vigorously, eager to break the wings.

Fu Cang immediately stepped forward, blocked all the strange eyes for Ling'er, and said loudly: "Brother Jun, how should we fight the enemy?"

The center of gravity of the incident was thrown to Mo Jianjun, and he pondered for a moment, his expression very entangled.

The battle between Huangtian City and the Cangyun Tribe is nearing its end, and judging from the situation, the final victor must be Huangtian City. But in this piece of foregone conclusion, a feather god clan actually broke in?

The verdict is broken, and the battlefield becomes chaotic in an instant.

"Because of the race, the people of the Feather God Clan originally lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and turned a deaf ear to the disputes in the world, and it is impossible for a race like this to invade my Huang Heavenly City. Mo Jianjun's brows stretched, he seemed to think of something.

"Could it be that you're here for the Heaven Sacrifice Cult??" he said.

Everyone also suddenly realized.

If the Heaven Sacrifice Evil Technique succeeds, the most affected will be the Feather God Clan, and the people with ghosts in their hearts will move the butcher knife to the Feather God Clan, and the entire Feather God Clan will face the danger of extinction.

Therefore, before the crisis of extermination occurred, the Feather God Clan raised troops and swore to stop the progress of the Heavenly Sacrifice Evil Technique.

Mo Jianjun immediately ordered: "The herald is set up, I want to meet their boss!"

The soldier sensed the danger and turned and ran away, but he hadn't taken two steps before he heard a sound of breaking through the air, and a white-feathered arrow pierced the soldier's throat.

Enemy attack?!

Everyone is on alert.

I saw one white figure after another flying onto the high platform, and in an instant, the entire high platform was surrounded.

That's the Feather God Clan!

The whole sky was full of Feather God Clansmen, their flapping white wings were like floating white clouds, but they were different from calm white clouds, they were more like clouds disturbed by a storm in comparison!

The storm came, and the earth trembled. They circled in mid-air, their chaotic formations oozing with fighting intent everywhere.

Mo Jianjun stood in front of everyone, looked up to the sky and shouted:

"Huang Tiancheng Young City Lord Mo Jianjun, please ask the Feather God Boss to come out and speak!"

As he spoke, another white feather arrow shot in the air, and Mo Jianjun flashed sideways, and at the same time, a white-robed middle-aged man flew out of the Feather God Army array.

He landed firmly in front of Mo Jianjun.

"The second elder of the Feather God Clan, Yu Ming. As he spoke, a powerful aura burst out, and those who cultivated as weak as the firmament were almost crushed by this momentum.

Fu Cang stumbled and almost fell. It's another soul cultivation realm! Damn, why do you always meet such powerful people?" Fu Cang complained in his heart.

Then, Yu Ming glanced at the messy high platform, and the hatred in his eyes eased slightly when he saw the destroyed array and the corpses of wizards everywhere.

Seeing this, Mo Jianjun gave a military salute and said, "Elder Yuming, fortunately, the evil art has been stopped by us. ”

Since he had already guessed the intention of the Feather God Clan, Mo Jianjun did not hide it, and went straight to the point.

Yu Ming snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and said, "Huang Tiancheng, ten years ago, I heard of you. ”

This sentence surprised everyone.

Listening to Yu Ming's meaning, it seems that he didn't understand the battle formation and came rashly, which is a taboo for soldiers.

It seems that the Feather God Clan really has no intention of interfering in the war of the world.

"Hahaha, it's really an honor for Huangtian City to be able to enter the eyes of the elders. Now that the evil arts have been stopped, and the war is over, Elder, you and I might as well sit down and talk freely and enhance the friendship between the two clans, how about it?" Mo Jianjun is worthy of being the young city lord of Huangtian City, and in line with the concept of "one more enemy is better than one friend", he pulled the situation to the side of the rebellion in a few words.

Yu Ming snorted disdainfully: "What are you talking about?, we Feather God Clan, we have nothing to talk about with your Terran Race!, which of our Feather God Clan is not an abandoned son abandoned by your Terran Race?!" He said, stopping his gaze on Ling'er.

"Ling'er, come here!" Yu Ming said suddenly.

Everyone was also shocked. Ling'er, do you know Yu Ming?

Ling'er lowered her head, her eyes wandered, and she didn't say a word. But Fu Cang noticed that her little hands were clenched together, and her expression was full of confusion.

Seeing this, Yu Ming shouted again: "Ling'er, I have been looking for you for more than ten years, as a member of the Feather God Clan, how can you be with these Terrans?"

"Ling'er, come back quickly, the elders of the clan are still waiting for you. Yu Ming's calm words could not hide his excitement.

Ling'er's delicate body trembled slightly, and finally took a step, but at this time, Zhang Qianchou dragged Ling'er back.

Zhang Qianchou rushed away from the crowd and faced Yu Ming. "Yu Ming! I'm here today, don't you want to take Ling'er away!!" He had a murderous intent on his face, and the long sword beside him also emitted a crisp sword sound, as long as Yu Ming made a move, Zhang Qianchou would not hesitate to launch a kill: move!

In the face of the sword saint's thousand sorrows, Yu Ming was not afraid.

Yu Ming sneered: "Zhang Qianchou. Hehe, long time no see, why aren't you dead yet?"

Zhang Qianchou: "Aren't you not dead?! I swore back then that I must die later than you!"

"Oh, aren't you, an old immortal, an old turtle?"

"The old turtle is better than you short-lived ghost!"

The two of you scolded me as soon as you said a word. When everyone was shocked by the behavior of these two people, Zhang Qian's bread sank, and he suddenly scolded:

"Damn! Yuming, you turtle grandson, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and your kung fu is really getting sharper and sharper!! Lao Tzu can't scold you! However, Ling'er can't go with you today!"

"Hmph, you're embarrassed to say!In the past ten years, your dead brain hasn't changed at all!!Do you think Ling'er will be happy if she follows you?!" Yu Ming asked.

Zhang Qianchou was stunned for a moment for this question, he glanced at Ling'er, and said confidently: "With the name of my Sword Saint, who dares to bully my Ling'er?!"

"Hmph, are you really stupid or fake stupid? Do you think that a member of the Feather God Clan can integrate into the Terran? Do you think that even if you are not there, the Terran will greet Ling'er with a smile?"

Under a series of questions, Zhang Qianchou suddenly froze, it was obvious that Yu Ming said this, he had never considered it.

"Since we were born, the Terrans have disliked children with the mark of the Feather God everywhere, although we have all evolved from the Terran race, but you Terrans have always discriminated against and excluded us Feather God Clan!"

Yu Ming said indignantly, and the Yu God Clan hovering in the sky also felt this emotion, and they all looked up to the sky and roared to vent their resentment.

Yu Ming continued: "In the past ten years, can you understand the discrimination and humiliation that Ling'er has suffered?!"

Zhang Qianchou didn't think about it, and shouted directly: "I understand! I understand! I understand Ling'er's pain!"

"You won't understand!" Yu Ming shouted, his forehead bruised, "You will always only think about how to defeat Xiao Fengang, and only think about how to become a Sword Venerable!

"You don't deserve to be Ling'er's father at all!!"

Zhang Qianchou...... Is Ling'er's father?

Hiss~~

Everyone gasped, and the emotions in their hearts were no longer as simple as surprise.

It is rumored that ten years ago, the Tianji Sword Saint Zhang Qianchou and the Wind Sword Hero Xiao Fengang competed for the title of Sword Zun, and met in a decisive battle in the 100,000 Mountains of Shuozhou, the two strongest swordsmen in Shuozhou fought for three days and three nights, and finally the Wind Sword Hero Xiao Feng Ang won and won the title of Sword Zun for nearly a hundred years.

And Zhang Qianchou also disappeared in front of the eyes of the world, I don't know whether to retreat to study swordsmanship or improve cultivation.

They were not only surprised by Zhang Qianchou's deeds, but they were even more surprised by Ling'er's identity, the daughter of the dignified Sword Saint, who was actually a member of the Feather God Clan?

Next, they learned an unknown dusty past from Yu Ming's mouth.

"Ten years ago, in order to go to the battle of Sword Venerable, Zhang Qianchou did not hesitate to use forbidden techniques to improve his cultivation, but because of his wrong mind, he went mad and became a devil who killed people when he saw them, and even killed his wife with his own hands! At that time, his daughter was only six years old!"

"After the defeat of the Sword Venerable, Zhang Qianchou went crazy looking for his daughter again, and finally snatched her away from the Feather God Clan, but left her in a tribe, so that she was excluded and discriminated against for ten years for no reason!"

I really didn't expect that Zhang Qianchou would still have this past.

Fu Cang looked at Ling'er, at this time, Ling'er's willow eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes became watery.

Fu Cang knew that she was holding back tears.

Fu Cang subconsciously patted her on the shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but she dodged and avoided it.

In Ling'er's mind, scenes of the past came to her mind, and she remembered how Zhang Qianchou tortured and killed her mother that day, and how the human race disliked, excluded, and bullied her for so many years.

The shelter provided by Zhang Qianchou is defenseless in the face of racial discrimination. No one cares if she is the daughter of the Sword Saint or the wizard of the Dazhan Tribe, people only know that she is an ominous Feather God Clan.

Her heart tingled.

“...... I'm from the Feather God Clan,......" she replied to Fu Cang.

Fu Cang shook his head vigorously and said sincerely: "I don't care about ......"

"But I care......" she said, and at last, she smiled at Fu Cang, and there was relief in her smile.

"Thank you, bitter melon. ”

This is the sweetest smile Fu Cang has ever seen.

Immediately afterwards, Ling'er resolutely walked out, and passed by Fu Cang like this.

"Ling'er ......"

Fu Cang was stunned, and could only watch Ling'er walk by. He respects Ling'er's decision, everyone has their own wishes, if this choice is Ling'er's will, Fu Cang will not ask.

"Ling'er, come here, go back with the second elder, and no longer pay attention to the troubles of the human race. Yu Ming took Ling'er's hand, with a smile on his face that he hadn't seen for a long time. At the same time, he also conveys the power of regeneration to Ling'er.

Gradually, the wounds on Ling'er's body healed, and her wings regained their vitality.

"Yu Ming!!, I see that you dare to !!" Zhang Qianchou held the sword, and the blade of the sword was facing Yu Ming.

The sword edge is full of mysterious energy, and the killing intent is great.

Yu Ming smiled and said, "Zhang Qianchou, aren't you miserable enough to hurt Ling'er? You made her lose her mother, and you made her suffer for ten years of humiliation!"

"No! Ling'er is my flesh and blood, she can't leave me! No way! Ling'er! Go back with me!" Zhang Qianchou's expression at this time looked like a madman.

On Ling'er's pretty face, there was no longer the entanglement just now, but it was indifferent and decisive.

"Zhang Qianchou, as early as when you killed my mother with your own hands, you and I have already broken off our righteousness! I am no longer your daughter! Please don't come to disturb me again in the future, otherwise, I will detonate the dantian! Yu Ling'er did what she said!"