Just when Beiyu was thinking about whether he should run away now, Wu Yuan had already finished what he had to say, and after the group was reorganized, he left the village and headed towards the Hanging Sky Waterfall.

The Fallen, not a Jedi Fall, but a magical landscape, because unlike ordinary waterfalls, the water flows backwards from the bottom up, making a loud rattling sound.

The water formed by the backflow of the Hanging Sky Waterfall is also called the backflow river.

In front of the Falls, there is a huge clearing, which is perfect for fighting, and it is also the place where the major tribes often choose to fight.

After the battle, the bloodstains, torn clothes, and the corpses of the enemy will be eaten by the amphibious fish that live in the river after the battle.

Wu Yuan pushed the wheelchair, and Wu Heng sat in the wheelchair, walking in the front, on the left was Wu Gan of the Great Perfection of the Soul Enlightenment Realm, and on the right was another clansman, called Wu Chang, and the soul was a bow and arrow, called Changzhong, and the bow and arrow blessed by this soul were all shots and hundreds of shots, and there was no false shot.

Behind him, there were one hundred and twenty Wu people, each with weapons in their hands or waists, with a resolute face.

They all knew that this time, the Wu tribe was more than lucky, because the other party had an army of barbarian demons, even if Wu Yuan told everyone that Beiyu could resist the barbarian demons, most people still didn't have much hope for this foreign clan.

They have also come into contact with those mercenaries, unlike those killers who do things when they take money and never give up until they do it, those mercenaries are all goods who take money and do what they can, and run away if they can't.

Most mercenaries rarely go to work for others if they are not for themselves.

Beiyu stood behind Wu Yuan, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his hands crossed behind his head, and his face was indifferent.

He doesn't care what others think of him, he just needs to do what he should do, and when the time comes, he will take the commission and leave, and never see each other again.

Wu Heng sat in a wheelchair, holding a cane in one hand and a wooden stake the size of a human head in the other.

The stake was painted purple, with crooked patterns carved into it, and the head of a demon beast.

The monster had two elk-like horns, and a huge ball between them.

This is the totem of the Wu tribe, once the totem of the clan is damaged or spontaneously combusted, it means that Da Mu is dead, and this tribe has no guardian spirit, which means that this tribe has been eliminated from the world.

The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

The struggle between the two clans is to release the guardian spirit in the totem of the clan, so that the guardian spirit fights with the guardian spirit, and the clansmen fight with the clansmen.

If the Patronus is defeated, then the luck of the clan will be weakened, and it will not be far from extinction.

After a while, everyone came to the front of the Hanging Sky Waterfall, and as far as the eye could see, there was already a group of people and a group of demons waiting there.

The leader was a middle-aged man, with a double-edged axe pinned to his waist, and his whole body was full of savagery.

Under his crotch is a Taize frost that has restrained the flames and ice!

That Tai Zeshuang was as docile as a tamed kitten at the moment, quietly letting the middle-aged man ride on his body.

"Old thing, I thought you wouldn't dare to come. The middle-aged man looked coldly at Wu Heng in the wheelchair, his eyes full of disgust.

Wu Heng held a cane in one hand, rubbed the totem in the clan with the other hand, and said slowly, "Qingmang, after so many years, you are still like this." ”

"Hmph, old thing, you don't have to behave here, you don't care what I look like, I'll give you another chance for the sake of the old hypocrisy of the year, if you obediently hand over the totem in the clan and submit to my clan, I can let you live, otherwise, none of you will survive today!" Qingmang said sharply.

Wu Heng's cloudy eyes gradually became clear, and he no longer looked at the totem, but raised his head to look at Qingmang and said, "Okay, I saved your father at the beginning, and your father didn't have a sense of gratitude, so he actually stole the treasure of my clan, escaped at night, and set up his own door, and established your Qing clan." ”

"Now, you are too embarrassed to kill us and want us to surrender? Hmph, I think your father is innocent!"

"Fart, old thing, if you hadn't put him under house arrest, would he have chosen to run away?" Qingmang shouted as he seemed angry.

Wu Heng shook his head, as steady as Mount Tai, and said slowly, "If it weren't for this, he would have had different intentions for our clan, and he would have let Da Mu kill him a long time ago, what do you think he can live to this day?"

"Don't lie to me, no matter how much the guardian spirit protects the tribe, there is a bottom line, and it is impossible to kill an ordinary person. Qingmang roared loudly, and his voice became hoarse.

Wu Heng sneered, "Ordinary person, he already had your spiritual aura on his body at that time, do you think the guardian spirit will allow another person to enter his territory with the guardian spirit?"

"At that time, I was really confused, thinking that as long as I treated it with my heart, I could make him change his mind, but I didn't expect that I was wrong, it was the last decision in my life!"

Wu Heng said, eager to beat his chest, and then coughed violently.

"How old was my father at the time? Can't he make a mistake? Don't talk about it, let's find out today. Qingmang didn't seem to want to argue anymore, and took out the broad axe from his waist.

"Make a mistake? Do you think that killing seven members of our clan overnight is called making a mistake? Stealing a heavy treasure is called making a mistake? Standing on his own, and even wanting to kill the benefactor who saved his life, and then rule the tribe of his benefactor, this kind of thing is called making a mistake? You ask yourself, if this degree is only called making a mistake, then what can be truly called ungrateful, wolf-hearted!" Wu Heng shouted, almost roaring.

The scene of that night that he will never forget in his life, the seven clansmen were lying in front of him, their eyes still open, as if to ask him, "Why?"

Qing Mang was stunned for a moment by Wu Heng's shout, and then sneered: "It's too late for you to say anything, my father is dead, there is no proof of death, why do you say that my father killed your people, obviously your people coveted my father's treasure, and wanted to harm my father without morality, my father just killed them to protect himself, they should die! As for that treasure, it was my father's, why did you steal it?"

"Shut up!" Wu Yuan couldn't stand it, and said loudly, "A traitor like you who colludes with the demon clan is not worthy of talking about morality. ”

Then he turned his head to look at Wu Heng and said, "Patriarch, don't talk nonsense with him, if you want to kill him today, you will kill him happily, even if it is death, I will let him die with me!"

Wu Heng nodded heavily, he knew that at this moment, no matter what he said, it was useless, in this world of the weak and the strong, only by fighting a bloody path could he truly solve the problem.

Then, Wu Heng raised his hand and threw the clan totem in his hand into the air.

And that Qingmang also took out the clan totem from behind him and threw it into the air......