The cyan flame was like a long and agile snake, quickly climbing up to the palm of the brocade-clothed young man.

The temperature contained in the flame was really too terrifying, but in the time of one breath, the palm of the brocade-clothed young man was burned into a piece of black charcoal.

“......”

Because the whole process happened so quickly, the brocade-clothed young man didn't even come back to his senses, and his palms were already scrapped.

Although there are many pills in the tribe that can regenerate the severed palm, after the calcination of the Eight Desolations and Heavenly Flames, how can any pill restore it.

The hands of this brocade-clothed young man are afraid that they will not be able to grow again in this life.

Xiaoyun and his younger brother also looked at the scene of lightning in front of them in a daze.

"You're awake. Xiao Yun said with a little surprise, taking care of Jiang Mo for so many days, of course she couldn't help but be happy to see Jiang Mo turn from sleep to wake up.

"Hmm. Jiang Mo nodded and said sincerely: "I saved it from you, right?" ”

Xiao Yun nodded and smiled, and the sister and brother invariably leaned towards Jiang Mo, as if in this way, they could avoid being attacked by the young man in brocade.

"Damn bastard, you were the ghost of that cyan flame just now, right?" The young man in brocade gritted his teeth, the temperature of the Eight Desolations Burning Sky Flame was so high that the young man in brocade didn't even feel the pain, and he lost his hands.

"It's me. Jiang Mo nodded, his dark eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't even look at the guy who barked like a mad dog.

"Do you know my identity? In this tribe, against me, I want you to live rather than die!" The young man in brocade had a hideous expression, and the Xiaoyun sisters and brothers were obviously worried about this person's background, and their faces were a little ugly.

This demon tribe is very remote, and among the clansmen, the hearts of the people are simple, but there are still some things that are powerful and powerful.

"I don't know who you are. But what I do know is that if you dare to step into here half a step further, I will keep you and you will not come back!" Jiang Mo's slightly bland words fell on the ears of the two sisters and brothers, which immediately increased the confidence of the two sisters and brothers, and for some reason, the two sisters and brothers believed in their hearts for no reason that this emaciated young man who almost died by the stream.

Sou!

Jiang Mo's voice fell, and the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword flew up from the feet of the brocade-clothed youth, setting off a gust of wind, which happened to blast the brocade-clothed young man out of the door.

Bang!

The young man in brocade fell heavily to the ground, grinned in pain, and said viciously: "A group of people who don't know what to do, when I return to the tribe and move back to rescue the soldiers, when the time comes, I will ask you to kneel at the feet of my son one by one and beg for mercy." ”

After finishing speaking, the young man in brocade was afraid that Jiang Mo was coming up with some means, so he fled back to the tribe with a crawl.

"Childe, what is your injury?" Xiao Yun looked at Jiang Mo's right chest, and before, a piercing wound almost shattered his body.

"It's no big deal. During this time, I really want to thank you two brothers and sisters. Jiang Mo smiled gently, but his face was still a little pale, and he continued: "Don't worry, if that person dares to beat your sister and brother again." I'll be sure to give him some color and see. ”

The dark-faced and slightly honest young man was obviously relieved, but his sister thought about it more.

"Childe, I know your strength is not weak. However, the man's father, an elder in the tribe, had great power. When the time comes, if you really can't resist it, you can take my brother and leave here first. I'm a weak woman, and they won't do anything to me. Xiaoyun pinched the corner of her skirt and said with a firm expression.

"Sister, I will never leave you alone. The honest boy shook his head.

"Is the tribal elder, what kind of strength is he?" Jiang Mo lowered his eyes slightly and asked lightly.

"Very strong, very strong, I heard that he once killed a very powerful beast!" the honest young man answered.

......

In the demon tribe, the brocade-clothed young man dragged a pair of palms that turned into black charcoal, and returned home with a sad face.

Compared to the place where Xiaoyun's sisters and brothers live, I don't know how many times better.

There are hundreds of maidservants alone, which is enough to see the powerful position of this young man in brocade in the tribe.

"Son, what's wrong with your hands?" An old man in a gorgeous costume walked out of the house, and when he saw a pair of black charcoal-like palms of the young man in brocade, his face suddenly trembled.

This old man in Chinese clothes is the third elder of the tribe, and he has the strength of a nine-star martial monarch.

"Father, you must avenge me. The sister and brother by the stream, I don't know where to find a very strong guy, today it is him, I have crippled my hands. The man also threatened that even if you, father, were the elders of the tribe, he would not be afraid. The brocade-clothed young man said with anger on his face, if he knew that his palm would never grow again in this life, I was afraid that his anger would increase a little more.

"How strong is that man?" asked the old man in Chinese clothes.

"I don't know, he didn't make a move. It's just that there is a strange sword, that sword can produce flames on its own, and my hands are burned by the flames on the sword. The young man in brocade replied.

"Can it give birth to flames?" The old man in the Chinese costume stroked his beard, frowned slightly, and said: "I think that sword is also a high-level true martial weapon, and my father will send three martial powerhouses to protect you." First, you have to kill that kid to get revenge. Second, help your father retrieve the true martial weapon. Can you do it?" asked the old man in Chinese costumes, squinting his eyes.

"Father, don't worry, as long as I give me three martial monarch powerhouses, I will definitely be able to take off that kid's head!" The face of the young man in brocade changed from sadness to joy.

On this day, the young man in brocade didn't care about applying medicine to his hands, so he took the three tribal powerhouses sent by his father and walked towards the location of the sister and brother by the stream.

The young man in brocade showed a hideous smile on his face, this time, not only could he hug the beauty, but he could also kill the kid and avenge the severed palm.

That ancient sword is also very strange, if you can get your hands on it, you won't have to worry about having no place in the tribe in the future.

In the cabin, Jiang Mo sat quietly to recuperate, and the yuan power around his body flowed slowly along the meridians, nourishing the wound pierced by the feather sword.

The wound healed quickly, and the two siblings were amazed.

"Can you pick up my sword?" After a moment, Jiang Mo opened his eyes and looked at the honest young man.

"My brother is stronger, and he goes up the mountain every day to cut wood, and when he brought you back, he took the sword off you. Xiaoyun explained with a smile, his eyebrows were very delicate, and he never got tired of looking at it.

With Jiang Mo here, the sisters and brothers seem to have the Dinghai God Needle.

Jiang Mo nodded, not to mention the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword itself, not to mention, and there was a certain rejection of other people, it was really strange that this honest young man could actually pick it up and wield it against the enemy.

However, Jiang Mo's thoughts were soon interrupted, and someone seemed to be coming from ten miles away.

"It's really a thief's heart! I'll really teach you some lessons this time. ”

Jiang Mo sighed lightly in his heart.

(End of chapter)