The sky was slightly bright, and there were bursts of cheers from outside the tribe as soldiers were trained, sonorous and long.

In Yang Tingfeng's small courtyard, two small figures, one less and one small, were also waving their fists, making some humming sounds from their mouths, but the smaller little girl made a babbling sound.

Yang Tingfeng stood on the fence at the edge of the courtyard with his hands in his hands, his eyes were like a pair of eagle eyes, as if he had seen the scene on the training ground through the mountains.

Today is the eighth day that Yang Tingfeng has subdued the thirty-six tribes, and there have been no accidents during this period, and the Wanxiang tribe in Yang Tingfeng's imagination has not come, and he has not even sent anyone to ask.

This is more abnormal, according to the old patriarch, if there are some climate-forming tribes in a territory, whether they are friends or enemies, the local clans will send people to come, or build a good relationship or crush them head-on.

And the current Tiexing tribe can no longer be described as a climate, and it has a faint strength close to the four major tribes, but at this time, the Wanxiang tribe actually ignores it.

Yang Tingfeng didn't think this was a happy thing, and now the Wanxiang clan may be planning how to suppress the Tiexing tribe in one fell swoop, or it is already thoroughly checking the information of the Tiexing clan.

"Report!" A rough voice came from afar, and a big man wearing a red robe of the Iron Marching Army entered the small courtyard and knelt down on one knee, "Report to Lord Shenzi, someone from the Wanxiang tribe is here, saying that he is here to visit." ”

Yang Tingfeng's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly: "How many people came?"

"Four people, an old man and three servants, said to be the stewards of the Wanxiang tribe. ”

Yang Tingfeng bowed slightly, "Let them in." ”

"Yes. As he spoke, he turned and trotted away.

Yang Tingfeng turned his head and said to the children who practiced boxing: "Tiewa, go make a pot of good tea." ”

"Okay, Uncle Yang" Tiewa stopped the fist in his hand, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and took the little girl into the inner room.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the small courtyard, Yang Tingfeng's ears moved slightly, a total of six people, the two people in front of them were a little frivolous, they were soldiers of the Iron Marching Army, and the four people behind were slightly heavy, and their steps were almost the same, thinking that they were the four people of the Wanxiang tribe.

This gap is indeed a bit big... Yang Tingfeng smiled slightly bitterly, the reckless man in the mountains and fields was indeed inferior to the regular army.

As the four approached, Yang Tingfeng straightened his body and sat on the small table in the courtyard, saying that the small table was actually a huge tree that was cut off together, leaving a natural small wooden table.

The two guards walked in the front, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, kneeling on one knee: "My lord, the person has been brought." "Yang Tingfeng has instructed not to call him a god son in front of outsiders. After finishing speaking, the two guards stood straight at the gate of the small courtyard.

Yang Tingfeng looked at the four of them with flat eyes, to be precise, looking at the crane-haired old man, the strength of the old man had entered the second mystery, and looking at the dragon and tiger steps between his walks, it should be the next game of heavy practice.

At the same time that Yang Tingfeng was looking at the four of them, the old man was also looking at Yang Tingfeng, he was indeed full of white hair, and the old man's consciousness swept over in an instant, but he didn't find a trace of the cultivator's breath, and he didn't even sense a little mysteriousness.

The old man was slightly frightened, but his face was still calm, and he saluted without humility or arrogance: "Wan Xiangqing, the steward of the Wanxiang tribe, has seen the people of the Tiexing tribe. ”

Yang Tingfeng bowed slightly, and said indifferently: "I don't know what the nobles are saying when they come to my Tiehang tribe?"

The old man said lightly: "On the order of the patriarch of my clan, I came to visit." ”

The corners of Yang Tingfeng's mouth hooked a trace of arc, "Since it's a visit, it's a little unreasonable to be empty-handed." ”

"Naturally, there is. The old man turned around and took a dark red box from the servant's hand, held it in both hands, and cautiously walked to Yang Tingfeng and put the box on the table.

Yang Tingfeng looked at the ruler-long dark red wooden box and said, "Sit." "Since they brought a gift, then they are not considered enemies, at least their original intention is not to be an enemy of the Tiexing clan, which is very different from Yang Tingfeng's imagination.

According to Yang Tingfeng's guess, even if this Wanxiang tribe comes to visit, it is indispensable to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, but now it seems that this respectful old man seems to be interested in making friends with the Tiexing tribe, since the Wanxiang tribe can send him, then he represents the decision of the entire Wanxiang tribe.

This was completely out of Yang Tingfeng's expectations, and even Yang Tingfeng was ready to make a reverse knock on the mountain and shock the tiger to suppress the momentum of the Wanxiang tribe. , but I didn't expect it to be this scene.

Striding out of the house, a sword boy with a back in his hand, holding a somewhat old teapot in his hand, put the teapot on the table between the steps, and knew the rules to add tea to the two of them, no more, no less, seven points full. Then he stood behind Yang Tingfeng with a serious face.

The old man's heart jumped, this young man is not simple! his steady pace and steady technique when pouring tea do not want to be an eleven or twelve-year-old child at all, but like a loyal servant who has been trained.

Although he was surprised in his heart, the old man's face did not show it at all, and he said respectfully: "According to the news of my clan, you are the god son of the Tiexing clan?"

Yang Tingfeng's eyes froze, he didn't speak, his eyes were like a sharp sword looking directly at Wan Xiangqing, and the aura of the superior was exuded from his body, and he pressed towards the old man head-on.

Wan Xiangqing suddenly felt his body sink, cold sweat flowed, and hurriedly said: "Please forgive me, Xiao Lao'er has no intention of offending." ”

Yang Tingfeng put away the breath on his body, took a sip of tea, and said, "The news of the Wanxiang clan is quite accurate. ”

"Yes. The old man sneered and said, "My clan has no intention of offending the Son of God, and this time the patriarch sent me here to make a deal with the Son of God, and this transaction is like a rain on dry land for the current Tiehang tribe." ”

Yang Tingfeng's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Oh, I don't know what kind of deal it is, and I don't know what kind of benefit it is?"

The old man did not answer, but turned back and waved his hand at the three servants he had brought, drove them out, and looked at the two iron marching guards at the door.

Yang Tingfeng understood what he meant, waved his hand, and said, "You two go down." ”

"Yes!" the two of them bowed respectfully.

Yang Tingfeng looked at the old man's eyes and said indifferently: "This little guy won't talk nonsense, you can say it." ”

Wan Xiangqing nodded and said, "Our patriarch wants to make a deal with the Divine Son, but he didn't come in person because he couldn't get out, so the little old man came to negotiate with the Divine Son with the sincerity of the Wanxiang clan." ”

Yang Tingfeng was noncommittal and motioned for Wan Xiangqing to continue.

Wan Xiangqing said word by word: "Our patriarch wants to unite with the Tiexing clan and destroy the Night Clan" His eyes kept staring at Yang Tingfeng's face, if Yang Tingfeng frowned at this time, Wan Xiangqing's choice might be very different.

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Yang Tingfeng's eyes, and his tone was still flat, and he said, "Your clan and the Night Clan are well-known brother clans, and they have joined forces to destroy the Night Clan?

Wan Xiangqing hurriedly said: "That's not the case, please listen to me carefully." ”

Wan Xiangqing began to talk about the past of the Wanxiang tribe and the night clan, and it was enough to talk about the tea time before he finished talking in detail, Wan Xiangqing felt that his throat was a little dry, took a sip of tea, and continued:

"You can know these things as soon as you look them up, although they are still secret, but with your skills, I don't think it's difficult. ”

Yang Tingfeng frowned slightly, and said: "Even if what you say is true, then isn't your Wanxiang clan an empty shell? And your patriarch has almost no real power in his hands, so why should I cooperate with you? The prerequisite for cooperation is that the two sides have almost equal strength."

And the cooperation you are talking about is to unilaterally want the army of my Tiexing clan to help your Wanxiang tribe break the shackles, there is no free lunch in this world, I think the patriarch of the nobility does not understand this truth. ”

The old man hesitated for a moment before he said: "It's not like that, it's not that we don't have strength in our hands, but we lack an opportunity to control, if the Son of God is willing to give my clan a hand, it is not difficult to rule the four thousand soldiers of the Wanxiang tribe, and after that, you and I will go on a joint northern expedition to destroy the Night Clan, and the benefit of my Wanxiang tribe will not take a penny, and all of them will be left in the Tiexing tribe." ”

Yang Tingfeng shook his head and said: "I just said that the prerequisite for cooperation is that the strength of the two sides is almost equal, if I help you remove the shackles of your Wanxiang tribe, and if your Wanxiang tribe turns against you, it is not difficult to destroy the Tiexing tribe, besides, if you have those 4,000 soldiers, even if you don't use the strength of my Tiexing tribe, you can still maneuver, so why should I believe you?"

Wan Xiangqing's face sank, and he asked: "Is the Son of God afraid of the Night Clan? Before I left, the patriarch explained to me, saying that since you are the son of God, how can a little Night Clan be put in your eyes? You will definitely agree to this matter, but now it seems that the Son of God has a lot of concerns, but it seems that he is afraid of the Night Clan, and he is the son of God, but he does not do the things of the Son of God, which is considered blind to my clan. ”

Listening to the old man's words, Yang Tingfeng did not have anger on his face, but hung a chuckle: "If I am as angry as you, I will immediately brush my sleeves and leave, and never mention the matter of cooperation again. ”

Wan Xiangqing's face froze, and then he was embarrassed, Yang Tingfeng's words seemed to have some truth, since it was found out, Wan Xiangqing did not turn around and left, but continued to say respectfully: "Then I don't know how you are willing to believe us?

Yang Tingfeng took a sip of tea and said, "Could it be that you didn't say it, so let's do it, I believe that your tribe also understands the style of my Tiexing tribe, and I can help you, but afterwards I want your Wanxiang tribe to belong to the Tiexing tribe, you can have an independent surname, and the soldiers and people of your Wanxiang clan are still under your own control, and I will not interfere." How?"

The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and he said with some annoyance: "According to your meaning, our Wanxiang tribe will provide for us ourselves, and we have to fight for you? ”

Yang Tingfeng was not angry, got up and said: "Just because I haven't heard it doesn't mean that there won't be, although the meaning is just like what you just said, but if your Tiexing tribe is in trouble, I will do my best to support, that is, as long as the Tiexing tribe is still there."

You Wanxiang clan can walk sideways when you see anyone, I might as well tell you that my target is not a small Linlang County, but the entire Kongxuan Continent, if you succeed, what will your Tiexing clan get, I think you know it clearly.

But in the same way, if you fail, you have to be buried with you. Crisis is always accompanied by wealth, I think your patriarch should understand, if you can't be the master, you can go back and discuss it well and then give me an answer, I don't want the Wanxiang tribe, but can your Wanxiang tribe not want me to be the Tiexing tribe?"