Although the lights of the ten thousand homes in the bazaar could already be seen in the distance, the Night Clan patriarch was still a little uneasy, and the blood-colored BMW suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, and signaled to stop.

Thinking that there was some danger, the soldiers hurriedly raised their weapons and looked at the surrounding patches of grass, where the trees had been cut down, leaving only patches of human-tall weeds.

The big man patted the wild boar under him lightly, walked forward, and asked, "What did the patriarch find?"

The young man shook his head, looked at the big man, and said, "Have you noticed that although the killing sound on both sides of the jungle just now shook the sky, but no one came out in the middle of the sound, is it possible that there is a suspicious formation?"

The big man lowered his head and pondered, carefully recalled the situation just now, and frowned after a while: "It's possible, but I'm afraid it won't work if we kill it back now, now the morale of the soldiers is insufficient, and they are already extremely frightened, if you guess wrong..."

Although the big man did not say it, the young man also understood the meaning of the words, if he guessed wrong, if there were a thousand or so people on the other side, they would be able to destroy their current close to two thousand.

The young man sighed inwardly, turned his head to look at the fire that was almost invisible in the distance, there was no longer anything in the north, and the young man frowned and unconsciously set up his horse and walked slowly.

Guess which family this is the second clan, or the Wanxiang tribe that was fiercely suppressed by themselves?

There has long been a contradiction between the two clans, and it is unlikely that they will unite together, if one clan raises troops to raid, is it not afraid that the other clan will take the opportunity to make trouble?

And the Wanxiang tribe seems to be even more impossible, even if it is a rebellion, he should have received the news, but so far, there has been no movement on the Wanxiang tribe's side.

But he didn't think about it, what if the people he arranged in the Wanxiang clan were all uprooted? Because he trusted Ye Qinghua too much, the young man didn't think about it.

Although Ye Qinghua is not very strong, it is difficult to keep her, even if she goes to hunt down Ye Qinghua by herself, it may not be sure to be successful, so the young man didn't think about it so much.

In the end, he still remembered this grudge on the heads of the two clans, but why the two clans chose to raid the assembly place in the north, he couldn't understand it, if it was a raid on the south, wouldn't it make the night clan lose more?

Thinking of this, a trace of anger flashed in the young man's eyes, according to the current situation, the Night Clan lost almost three thousand soldiers tonight, which can be described as a great loss of vitality.

But fortunately, even if these soldiers are gone, as long as there are assassins, the Night Clan is not in decline.

"Patriarch!" the big man's angry shout startled the young man with his head down.

The young man was a little annoyed, and raised his head to refute the big man, but in his eyes he saw a fire coming from the direction of the market.

The young man was slightly stunned, and then his face was full of hideousness, and he roared: "Full speed forward!" After speaking, the long whip in his hand was slammed on the buttocks of the blood-colored BMW, and the painful horse could no longer care about grazing, and raised his hooves and ran towards the direction of the market with all his might.

When the young man led the army back to the family mansion, he saw a figure kneeling in front of the gate of the mansion, his white hair was already disheveled, and there were a little blood stains on his messy robe.

The young man recognized at a glance that the man was his butler, and a thousand anger welled up in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

The old housekeeper was brought out by his father himself, and he was by his father's side all his life, and his father followed him when he died, and he worked hard all his life and never enjoyed happiness, but he was brought up by him, and there was a deep relationship between the two.

"Housekeeper. The young man jumped off his horse and was about to step forward.

"Stop. The old butler's shouting startled the young man in place, and the young man calmed down and looked at the old butler's eyes, and not far from the courtyard, two men in gray robes were looking at him with a smile, holding two torches in their hands.

He looked back at the old butler's soaked clothes, and the faint pungent smell in the air, the young man didn't dare to move for a while, and said coldly: "You, are you from that clan?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, "Why don't you guess?"

"I don't care if you are from the Huangyu tribe or the Li tribe, release me immediately, my Ye Clan can not blame the past, otherwise you will face the never-ending assassination of my Night Clan!" said the young man through gritted teeth.

"Otherwise, you will face the never-ending assassination of my Night Clan, right?"

"Oh, yes, I'm so scared..."

The two people in the courtyard learned the words of the young man, but said them in the tone of a sissy, which was disgusting at the same time, and also made the young man's face look ugly.

One of them straightened his clothes and continued: "I might as well tell you, we are not these two clans, we are the Wanxiang clan, didn't expect it?" haha..."

After saying that, the two of them began to laugh again. The young man's pupils shrank, and his palms and fists were already clenched, already furious.

He never thought that it would be someone from the Wanxiang tribe, no wonder, no wonder they would raid the north first, so that they would have nothing to suppress them in their hands.

There are also those people of the Night Clan who eat inside and out, and the one who makes the young man angry the most is the Ye Clan's descendant Ye Qinghua, she actually dares to betray the tribe and betray this blood clan that raised her and taught her.

"Hmph. ”

The two of them snorted coldly and said, "Night Thousand Blades, I advise you to surrender, if it weren't for an adult above who said that he would spare your life, you think we would talk to you so much here?"

Ye Qianjian looked at the two of them coldly, "Just rely on you little deflated three?" After speaking, two silver lights flashed in the air, heading straight for the heads of the two, although the two saw a trace, but they couldn't dodge.

Just when the silver light was about to reach the door of the two of them, a cyan shadow suddenly flashed in the air, and there was an additional cyan figure in front of the two, holding two inch-long silver needles in their hands at random, it was Yang Tingfeng who had just arrived.

"Thank you, sir. The two who survived were already in a cold sweat, and the two just now were only a foot away from death.

A hint of shock flashed in Ye Qianji's eyes, and there was a sense of oppression and crisis in his body, this feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, and that time he almost died.

"Who are you?" asked Yazenji coldly, his face not showing it, although the hairs all over his body stood up.

Yang Tingfeng looked at the two silver needles on his fingertips and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you are willing to surrender to me and the Tiexing clan?"

The Iron Clan's heart jumped, he didn't expect that the tribe's hand to be stretched out so fast, and even the Wanxiang tribe was already included in this person.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to swallow it?" Ye Qianjian pointed behind him and continued: "And I still have 2,000 elite soldiers now, do you really think that you have a chance to win? Your soldiers are just bluffing, and most of your people should still be in the north now, right?"

Yang Tingfeng chuckled lightly, and said fearlessly: "Then you can try!"

Seeing that Ye Qianjian raised his hand almost without hesitation, Yang Tingfeng shook his head, he was really a ruthless person, the old and weak women and children of the family actually let him ignore it without a trace of hesitation.

Yang Tingfeng sighed, this kind of person has no reason to talk about, he can only suppress him with force.

"Rush..." The unspoken words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't help but swallow them into my stomach.

With the shouting of the Night Thousand Blades, Yang Tingfeng stomped his feet lightly, and the sound of the Night Thousand Blades came to an abrupt end.

Yang Tingfeng walked forward with his hands behind his back and lightly. The eyes of the night thousand blades shrouded in murderous aura were round, and every step of Yang Tingfeng seemed to be stepping on their hearts.

"Wow. ”

Some of the weaker ones spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and fell to the ground, even Yazenji's feet were trembling, as if they were about to kneel down at any time.

The crowd who were struggling to persist looked at Yang Tingfeng's eyes full of fear, and they even wanted to beg for mercy, but they couldn't open their mouths, and they had a faint premonition in their hearts, once they opened their mouths, the long breath held in their chests was gone.

Yang Tingfeng walked in front of Ye Qiandao, sighed, and said: "Since I am here today, I don't plan to return empty-handed, or you die, I will accept the Night Clan, or you lead the Night Clan to surrender, there is an old saying in my hometown, those who know the times are Junjie." What do you think?"

Yang Tingfeng put away the murderous aura on his body, and looked at Ye Qianjian faintly in his eyes, waiting for his answer.

Ye Qianjian felt that his body was loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, he was also a little afraid, if Yang Tingfeng had the intention to kill him just now, it would be effortless, but since he didn't kill him, it means that he has taken a fancy to the skills of the Night Clan.

"I want to know who you are, and your purpose. Night Thousand Blades said.

Yang Tingfeng glanced at Ye Qianjian lightly, and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, as for my purpose, it's very simple, to unify the Empty Xuan Continent, isn't it too much to say that this purpose can be blown for a year?"

Ye Qianjian's pupils shrank sharply, unifying the Void Xuan Continent? He didn't think that Yang Tingfeng was bragging, at least he had such capital, and how many people in the world could not raise their heads with that momentum, let alone his own strength.

Yazenblade licked his dry lips and said, "I can join the Iron Clan, but my clan must keep its surname. His eyes were staring straight at Yang Tingfeng, it was something called ambition that was taking root.

Yang Tingfeng doesn't mind ambitious people, ambition can make people progress, but it can also push people into the abyss, I hope his ambition can be controlled properly.

"Not only do I allow you to keep your surname, I also allow you to continue to be in charge of your own army, all your own things, if you become famous in the future, your Night Clan will be the overlord, but if you and your family have the slightest ambiguity in the war, let alone the surname, your entire Night Clan will be finished. ”

Yang Tingfeng showed a trace of coldness in his eyes, looking at the ambitious young man in front of him, this can be regarded as a slap in the face to the young man, suppressing his ambition, ambition can be had, but there must also be the strength to match.

At least this young patriarch of the Night Clan does not yet have the strength to match his ambition in Yang Tingfeng's eyes.

Seeing the coldness in Yang Tingfeng's eyes, Ye Qianjian remembered the killing intent just now, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "Ye Qianjian greets my lord." The arrogant head was pressed very low, which also showed respect for Yang Tingfeng.

Yang Tingfeng turned around and said to the two behind him, "Go and call Wanxiang Konglan back." ”

"Yes. After speaking, the two did not dare to delay in the slightest, and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard gate.

Yang Tingfeng didn't speak, his eyes looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The night thousand blades behind him were still kneeling on one knee, without the slightest relaxed look, he knew that Yang Tingfeng was not satisfied with him, if it weren't for the face of the Night Clan's skills, or maybe he was too lazy to choose a new patriarch.