86 Chapter Eighty-Six Wheels

The village was not destroyed, but the road in front of the village, which was originally the road leading to the outside, was ploughed in a mess, and a group of people looked at Ling Yun's hand strangely, and everyone including Roger and Bai Yi were shocked.

Bai Yi, this is the result you are looking for, Ling Yun smiled slightly.

For a long time, the old patriarch looked at Ling Yun with a wrinkled face, except for the moment when he first heard Ling Yun's words, he trembled, he didn't make any movements.

Whether he is dead or alive, it doesn't matter anymore, Ling Yun has taken the initiative, and all Bai Yi can do is watch.

"Hello, stranger foreigner." The old man clenched Ling Yun's hand.

Before the old man's astonishing arm strength could be exerted, Ling Yun withdrew his hand and put it on the hilt of the sword without a trace.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and smiled slightly: "Foreigners, I don't know why you want to help us, the crazy ...... of the flower dog clan"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Ling Yun interjected: "I wonder why the flower dog is so crazy? ”

"This ......," the old man fell silent suddenly.

"What did you take away from the flower dog? I guess, for example, the youngest son of the Flower Dog King? Ling Yun interrupted the old man again.

"It's not ......," the old man did not explain.

"It's hundreds of kilometers away from the habitat of the flower dog, but they chased it here, and even attacked the humans who passed by without fear of life and death, isn't there a reason?" Ling Yun asked.

"They ......" Before the old man could finish speaking, Ling Yun interjected again:

"It seems that these are just advance troops, and it is estimated that the follow-up troops are not at all what you can resist." Ling Yun suddenly changed his words: "Patriarch, what about the guards in your village?" ”

"What do you mean?" The old man began to notice that Ling Yun seemed to be wrong.

"My people are almost here, and it is estimated that the support of the flower dog will also arrive by then." Ling Yun looked into the old man's eyes: "We hope to be able to retrieve what originally belonged to us. ”

"Originally? Your? The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned cold: "The old man really doesn't understand what you mean." ”

"Poof!" Ling Yun's hand on the hilt of the sword twisted, and put the windward sword on the old man's neck: "I order you in the name of the head of the sword to hand over all the information about the Ji Jiajun in your hand." ”

"You're threatening me?" The old man's body burst out with an astonishing momentum.

"Hey, hey, Lingyun, how can you do this?" Roger suddenly stepped in, pushed away Ling Yun's sword, and said to the old man: "Senior, don't be angry first, he is a junior who doesn't know how to measure." ”

"Humph!" The old man snorted.

Then before the old man had time to react, Ling Yun withdrew his sword.

The "poof" sword was returned to the sheath, and the words came out:

"Marshal Ji is dead, dead at the hands of everything he once guarded."

The old man froze for a moment, then his body trembled in vain, and his eyes instantly lost focus.

"We have lost everything, perhaps even the future."

Ling Yun's tone was indifferent, as if he was telling a cold coffin about the world today.

"We abandoned everything and were forced to come here and stumble upon you." Ling Yun pulled out the wind and took out the totem that Tal had given him.

The totem is based on the appearance of the Wind Wolf, a race that is said to have been extinct since ancient times, and the magic array on it still emits an indescribable glimmer of light.

These are all things that cannot be imitated, but Ling Yun's prediction seems to be a little wrong, the old man reached out and grabbed Ling Yun's collar: "Don't go too far, don't you think I didn't see the Lone Star Sword on your body?!" ”

"Besides, in my consciousness, the handsome big brother is also our enemy!!" The old man roared and threw Ling Yun out.

"Bang~" Lingyun stood still and said, "Since you admit it, it's easy to do." ”

"No matter how you change, you are a member of the Ji family." Ling Yun said softly.

This action made the old man stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly flashed with a little panic.

The scene was a little cold.

"Grandpa, these people have tied up our people and want to hurt the people in the village, how can you ......" The man in red leather over there woke up from his vertigo, his face was angry as if he was about to rush up, and he had already put on a pose.

"Xiaodi, they are our guests, you guys can take them to the village to rest for a while." The old man said this suddenly, tiredly, and turned and disappeared into the jungle on the other side.

"Grandpa......" The red-skinned man's face flushed, obviously angry.

However, the old man was the authority in the village, and he did not have the courage to resist.

"Lingyun." Brahma walked over and handed over a bottle of potion.

This is a potion used by the aborigines, and outsiders can naturally use it, after all, Brahma didn't know that Ling Yun was an outsider, so Ling Yun took it and drank it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, grandpa ordered us to entertain you, please." The man in red leather restrained his anger and began to entertain Bai Yi and other people who had really helped him.

If it weren't for these people suddenly helping them, it is estimated that they would not be able to return to the village at all, and they would be besieged, so the red leather clothes are respectful and grateful to the white clothes from the bottom of their hearts.

"Lord Swordhead, my subordinates will lead people ...... first" Bai Yi gave Ling Yun a military salute with his right hand on his chest and leaned forward, and said respectfully.

"Big brother, ...... you" Seeing that the man in white was like this to Ling Yun, the man in red couldn't hold his breath again.

Ling Yun glanced at the rest of the people slightly, and roughly counted the number of people, but his face was still calm.

"Your subordinates go and rest, you and [Rattan] stay here and wait for Thal." After Ling Yun finished speaking, he left, and did not give Bai Yi a chance to speak.

"What do you mean?!" The man in red finally couldn't help it, and rushed forward but was stopped by the white.

"It's my fault, I don't blame him." Bai Yi said indifferently.

"I didn't expect the current young generation to be so unbearable." Roger followed behind Ling Yun and suddenly said a few words.

The old man must have his reasons for entering the jungle, but Ling Yun still has a lot to ask him.

For example, how did the 500,000 people who were fully prepared for it be wiped out......

In the eyes of outsiders, this is because Yun Feng is too dangerous, but just like Ling Yun thought, Ji Whirlwind would definitely not be stupid enough to let his army enter the inner layer of Yun Feng, and the map of Yun Feng's outer layer Ji Whirlwind would definitely be able to get it.

There is another reason for Ling Yun to believe that there is a secret in the events of the past, that is, among the people sent by the Adida royal family to pursue them, there are clearly people who can control low-level beasts, and Ling Yun believes that the fact that the whirlwind did not arrange for this type of profession to follow into Yunfeng is like making him believe that the earth will be destroyed tomorrow, which is absolutely impossible!!

"Hey, hey, since you're waiting for someone, why don't we play cards?" Roger suddenly proposed.

Both Brahma and Ling Yun squinted at the stack of colorful cards held up in Roger's hand, and they were speechless.

This guy is obviously bored, and Ling Yun and Brahma really don't know what else he can figure out what mess.

"You guys can play here for a while." Ling Yun suddenly got up and stepped into the forest.

The jungle is full of towering uncles, this is a basin on the line separating the inner and outer parts of Yunfeng, surrounded by snow, but in the basin is a rare peaceful warm weather.

There is a clear spring here, but the ordinary spring water hides a secret between life and death.

"Gollum, Gollum......" The old patriarch hurried here, picked up the spring water and drank it, and then drank his tears unconsciously.

"Vice-marshal...... The deputy marshal ...... "snap" The old man's trembling hand slapped the water in his hand directly on his face, hiding his face in pain.

Back then, how could Ji Whirlwind, as a legend of a generation, make such a huge mistake?!

The reason for everything was not clear to him, the assistant to the deputy marshal, but that day he saw the huge figure standing between heaven and earth, that kind of fear, that kind of despair was still hidden in his heart, and now he met the descendant who was said to be the Ji Jiajun, knowing that the marshal might have died, and the fire that had long been extinguished in his heart showed signs of rekindling.

However, he is too old, he is not as strong as the deputy marshal back then, and even if he has survived for hundreds of years, he has relied on this spring to survive.

Once he and his people evacuate here, he will soon die because they will stay away from here.

The water would quickly expire once it was taken, so he couldn't take it with him, and he had to drink it every morning to keep his body alive, which would be a luxury once he left the place.

"Deputy marshal......" The old man's company twisted from pain.

"You still don't believe us?" Lingyun's footsteps approached the old man's back.

"You!" The old man didn't expect that Ling Yun would come with him at this time.

"Why didn't any of the 500,000 people who had been prepared escape for a long time?" Ling Yun still maintained that condescending tone.

"Is the marshal really dead?" The old man's voice trembled.

"Yes, and it's not just Marshal Ji who is dead, the Wind Shadow Sword Saint is dead, the Twelve Sages also seem to be dead, and even my master, the Lone Star Sword Saint, is ......" Ling Yun said with a brow at the end.

"What?! That guy is dead too?! The old man was suddenly shocked.

Sometimes a person's laughter does not mean that he is happy, but how miserable his despair is.

"When the deputy marshal died to save me, he once said: Everyone thought that that era had come, but they were wrong, and all the wrong people became the ladder of the advent of that era." The old man muttered, the long and deep memory in his heart made the despair spread into his heart again.

The old man trembled again at this.