"Patriarch Peng, what do you mean by this?"

Of course, Feng Shiyi is not a soft persimmon, seeing the Peng clan's faceless behavior, he immediately put the wine glass on the table and asked in a deep voice.

"Please be seated, everybody!"

As a result, Peng Shibai looked at the focused gaze of the audience, and actually waved his hand, ignoring Feng Shiyi's questioning, and asked everyone to sit down and talk first.

This time, the atmosphere on the field was even more tense.

This Divine Bird Supreme, first swept Feng Shiyi's face, and then aggressively, sat down to obey his Peng Eighteen's attitude, and stood to support Feng Eleven's position, and suddenly turned the dinner of the Nine Divine Bird Clans into a meeting to stand in line and express his position.

What's this old thing going on??

Several bigwigs of the Feng clan narrowed their eyes and puffed up their momentum.

And just when the tension was raging, the other side of the three major races, the patriarch of the Jinwu clan [Jin Jiu] actually came out with a smile and played a round:

"Haha, Brother Feng, don't be angry, Patriarch Peng, he must have something to say, we might as well listen to him finish his words first, and then it's not too late to drink this wine, hahaha!"

Laughing and laughing, but what is intriguing is that the Golden Nine Patriarch finally sat down, and when he took the people of the Golden Crow Three Clans to sit down, it was extremely embarrassing that there were still three veins of the Feng Clan standing on the scene.

These grandchildren!

Old Bi Fang was already staring straight behind Feng Shiyi.

And none of the members of the Feng clan sat down at the moment, others came to provoke, of course no one in the Feng clan could bear it!

Feng Shiyi, as the face of the Feng clan, is directly tough.

Since the Peng patriarch doesn't want to drink this [Biyan Wine] from our Sunset Valley, then withdraw them all, the wine of the Feng Clan only entertains enthusiastic friends, and barbarians who don't know how to be polite are not welcome!"

No way!

These words made the atmosphere tense to the point of exploding.

The Peng clan pretended to be forced, and the Feng clan slapped him in the face directly.

If you don't drink it, then fuck me off!!

The clansmen of the Peng clan who were still sneering suddenly froze their smiles on their faces, they didn't expect the patriarch of the Feng clan to be so hot today, and the patriarch of the Jin Crow who had just come out to be a peacemaker was a little resolute at this moment to set his eyes on the glass of wine in front of him.

The situation has reached such a fierce level so quickly, and that Peng patriarch is really a domineering and anxious man......

"Huh!"

At this moment, Peng Clan's Supreme Peng Eighteen, who was the first to stir up trouble, finally stood up and spoke with a sneer.

"Brother Feng is so angry today, it seems that this time the Feng clan is really full of confidence after having a new leader, I don't remember how I was defeated under my Peng clan Qingjie a few times before!"

Peng Eighteen, I'm really not here to chat today, I will reveal people's scars as soon as I speak!

"Peng Eighteen, if you are not convinced, you can wait until the end of the conference in three days before you can talk wildly, but tonight is a happy day for my Feng clan to be kind enough to entertain you, if you are willing to say human words, stay or get out!"

Boy!

Feng Shiyi is worthy of being the leader of the Feng clan, the king of fire, the people who said these words were enthusiastic, and the old Bi Fang and the others behind him almost shouted loudly.

"Wine, of course we want to drink. Peng 18 faced Feng 11's domineering declaration and competed with each other: "It's just that there is something in my heart, and this wine is not refreshing." ”

"If you fart, let it go!"

"Brother Feng, the Ten Thousand Souls Pilgrimage Conference, Chaode is the holy sycamore tree left by Her Majesty the Fengwu Empress back then, and it is also the Holy Bird of the Divine Bird of our Yiyuntian, I think...... Shouldn't this sacred tree be placed among the strongest races to be worthy of the word 'pilgrimage'!"

"Peng Eighteen, what kind of bird fart are you putting on!!"

Boom, the people of the Feng clan collectively exploded.

Anyone can hear the meaning of these words, that is, they want to compete for the holy sycamore tree of their Feng clan.

This is the fucking act of digging the root of life, the holy sycamore, represents the empress's natal inheritance, and it also represents the glory and glory of the Feng clan for millions of years, if this is moved to something [Sky Cliff] by the Kunpeng clan, the entire Feng clan will apologize for its sins!

"Get out, Patriarch, these bastards are in a dream, Sunset Valley doesn't welcome these wolf-ambitious guys!"

"Yes, Patriarch, let them get out! The Holy Sycamore Tree is the spiritual root of our Feng Clan, and sharing the Holy Fruit with them is already a favor, they are simply ungrateful!"

The people of the Feng clan were so angry that they exploded, and the faces of Feng Shiyi and other bigwigs were even more difficult to see.

They never expected that the Peng clan would come to the meeting this time and report such a rebellious idea, which was the rhythm of war with the entire Feng clan.

What's even worse is that when the two sides confronted each other, Jin Jiu, the patriarch of the Golden Crow who had been staring at the wine glass and thinking about life, slowly stood up.

"Patriarch Feng, I think what Patriarch Peng said is reasonable in this matter, the holy sycamore tree, there should be a virtuous person living in it, the Feng clan has been blessed by the empress for millions of years, and it is time to let Her Majesty the empress's grace spread to others!!"

"Jin Jiu! you guys have colluded!!"

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

The Peng clan actually said that the three clans of the Golden Crow would compete for the Holy Sycamore Tree in this Ten Thousand Souls Conference, but this is actually not a matter of many people, the Holy Sycamore Tree is originally a thing of the Feng Clan, if it is forcib, it is the rhythm of war.

Feng Shiyi sneered and looked at the two bigwigs opposite:

"Hmph!Peng Eighteen, Jin Jiu, I only allow you to say this sentence once in Sunset Valley, and then dare to mention half a sentence of the idea of taking away the Holy Sycamore Tree, you are the mortal enemy of my Feng Clan, unless you kill us all today, no one will want to touch a leaf of the Holy Sycamore Tree again!"

It's a strong wind eleven, every word seems to represent the flames of the Fire Phoenix Clan, and everyone in the Phoenix Clan is boiling behind the excitement, and all the Feng Clan comrades outside the field have already surged their own monstrous flames, and if they don't agree with each other, they are ready to do it!

"Hehe, Brother Feng, where is this. ”

Who knew that Peng Eighteen was not tough at this time, but smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him, and actually said soft words:

"Everyone is a divine bird of Yiyuntian, of course they won't kill each other, what I just said is just a suggestion, if Brother Feng thinks it's inappropriate, then just ...... From now on, I don't think I can do this pilgrimage meeting of all souls, it doesn't mean much. ”

"Love doesn't come, you are willing to share the holy fruit with you, phew!" Lao Bi Fang took a sip unceremoniously.

"But the Empress Temple, from now on, you people from the Feng clan are not welcome to come, I and the Golden Crow Patriarch will take good care of that holy place, Your Majesty's inheritance must be left to the truly brave and strong, not the cowards who guard the inheritance of the ancestors and do not want to make progress!!"

What the!!

So this guy is waiting for us here!

Feng Shiyi and the others changed color again.

Empress Feng Wu, the family is in the Sunset Valley, since she left the holy sycamore tree, nourishing all generations, but she later glorified the entire Yiyun sky, and the Empress Temple built by later generations to commemorate her is on a holy mountain near the Sky Cliff, if Peng Eighteen really turned his face and occupied the Empress Temple, it would be an unbearable loss for the Feng clan!

"Peng Eighteen, what do you want!!" Feng Shiyi squinted at his old opponent.

"Hehe, my thoughts have been made very clear!" Peng Eighteen grinned: "This time in the Ten Thousand Souls Conference, if my Peng clan wins the championship again, then I will transplant the holy plane tree to the Sky Cliff, when will the Feng clan be able to lead Yiyuntian again, and then return it!"

It's good to pay it back.

Peng Eighteen is really confident to the extreme, this is clearly saying - as long as you dare to agree, from now on the Holy Sycamore Tree will take root in the Sky Cliff, if you don't agree, you will say goodbye to the Empress Temple forever in the future!

Take your pick!

This is domineering and arrogant, and this is oppressive with power.

Feng Yiyi was speechless for a while, and the old Bi Fang and other bigwigs behind him had nothing to do except their eyes were on fire.

Who made the Peng clan the boss of Yiyuntian now?

Who made Peng Eighteen's combat power already break through Immortal Venerable, and even stronger than Feng Shiyi?

And the most satisfying thing for this group of guys of the Peng clan is the four young supremes known as the [Four Young Men of the Peng Clan], so far, these four people have not appeared in public, but anyone can imagine Chong Peng's self-confident appearance today-

The Peng clan must have prepared the strongest battle team for this Ten Thousand Souls Conference!!

And now, people are forcing the palace in advance, and they have to make a promise before the conference, and after winning, they will directly resist the tree and leave.

Repression.

The atmosphere at the scene suppressed the people of the Feng clan to the extreme.

Although this is Sunset Valley, and although there are nearly 10,000 members of the Feng Clan around, Peng Eighteen relied on his own prestige to unite with the Golden Crow Clan to overwhelm the entire Feng Clan.

But at this time.

A young and arrogant voice suddenly rang out:

Bang ~ Bang ~ This voice still has the sound of chewing meat when it speaks, and I feel that my mouth is full of oil when I listen to it:

"Hey, who is that, your sacred tree is a cabbage, you can move it if you want, and you can return it if you want?"

The sound of flowing air and the attitude of the mouth full of oil, in this tense atmosphere, were like a direct slap in the face, which slapped Peng Shiba's face hard, making everyone shocked.

Who?

Dare to talk to the Supreme of the Peng Clan like this?

Everyone's eyes scanned the audience, and in the end, they effortlessly focused on the top of a table inside the Feng Clan, and a standing Bi Fangzheng was holding a piece of beast leg on the table and gnawing happily, obviously squeezing out his efforts to spray Peng Eighteen.

It's the rampant little Bi Fang just now!

Everyone recognized Huo'er at once, and before the exaggerated picture dissipated from their minds, the goods made another amazing move.

Peng Eighteen narrowed his eyes at Huo'er's words, and behind him, an elder of the Peng clan naturally came out and shouted for the first time:

"Patriarch Feng, why are your juniors so ignorant of the rules, where are young people talking at this time, but our patriarch just asked you to agree or not, give me a word!"

But after saying this, before Feng Shiyi could answer, he saw Huo'er directly throw the gnawed clean bones on the plate, making a clanging sound, and walked out from behind wiping his mouth, while saying:

"Rules, I'll wipe your uncle, you grandsons came to our Sunset Valley as guests, and they didn't finish the first glass of wine and shouted here to rob our ancestral sacred tree, this is the fucking rule of your Peng clan? Don't lose the face of your immortals here, okay!"

Wow!!

The naked scolding rippled throughout the Sunset Valley.

Everyone was shocked by the shrewd scolding of Huo'er.