"I've seen a centurion!"

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Nan Qianjun didn't speak, just nodded.

He didn't guess wrong, this young man really had extraordinary strength as he guessed, but he didn't expect that Nanjin had actually stepped into the realm of the Quenching Bone Six Heavens.

This was far beyond his predictions, and even somewhat shocking to him.

"Qianjun?"

"Are you Nan Qianjun?"

Not far away.

Hearing the words of the south, Dong Likong's eyes were slightly cold, and the name of Qianjun was not only heard of by him, but also by the inferior Bloodstone tribe of the Wasteland, which was more than a hundred miles away.

The corners of his mouth showed a trace of blood, and the few feather arrows had already damaged his bone veins.

South away from South Qianjun!

A rare supreme genius in the world, the hunting adult sacrifice has already stepped into the five-fold heaven of quenching bones, and in the second year of adulthood, he has stepped through the six-fold realm of quenching bones and become the youngest centurion of the Nanli tribe.

He was once solicited by the Bloodstone Tribe on various terms, but was rejected by this person.

He is not Nan Qianjun's opponent.

Dong Likong knew very well, not to mention that there was a younger peerless genius on the side.

Could it really be that Providence wants the tribe to rise in the south!

Dongli had already thought of all kinds of possibilities in his mind in a matter of moments, and in the hands of these two people, the hope of his survival was very slim.

But Dong Likong knew that he had to pass on the news.

Otherwise, as long as that Nanli boy grows up, it will definitely be a nightmare for the Dongli tribe that has coexisted for hundreds of thousands of years.

"This place is within the territory of my Nanli tribe, and the people from Dongli should not come here!"

didn't answer Dong's words, Nan Qianjun's voice was a little cold.

"Joke, everyone can go to this great wilderness land, when did Nanduan Mountain belong to your Nanli tribe? ”

Nan Jin's gaze has been soothed since Nan Qianjun came, and there is no trace of sharpness, although he has an unyielding will, but Nan Qianjun is qualified to let him face it.

"In front of you, I have this qualification!"

Slowly spit these words out of his mouth.

Dong Likong suddenly became a little speechless.

He couldn't argue with it.

The truth is as he said, everyone can go to the great wilderness, the strong are respected, and the Nanli tribe is indeed not qualified to occupy Nanduan Mountain, but in front of his Dongli Kong, Nan Qianjun does have this qualification.

A big fist is the truth.

"You--"

"Nan Qianjun, I am the centurion of the Dongli tribe, if you dare to kill me, I am not afraid of causing a tribal war?"

There was no way for Dong Likong to leave, and there was a look of extreme helplessness on his face, but there was no regression in the words he blurted out.

If Donglikong is not a person from the Dongli tribe, he is actually a man, but the Great Wilderness never allows soft-heartedness, Nan Qianjun is like this, and Donglikong is even more so, if he changes his position, I am afraid that Donglikong will kill Nan Qianjun without hesitation.

"Clan Wars? Huh!"

Nan Qianjun seemed to hesitate, his face showed a hint of surprise, and Nan Jin looked at Nan Qianjun with some surprise.

The corners of Donglikong's mouth also showed a faint smile.

He knew that Nan Qianjun hesitated.

But he didn't expect that what Nan Qianjun hesitated about was not a tribal war, but what means to kill him.

Burst!

Astonished! surprised! nostalgic! with a hint of anger.

Dong Likong will not understand why Nan Qianjun inserted the arrow in his hand into his heart without thinking, is he really not afraid of causing a tribal war?

The death of a centurion-level master was enough to cause a clash between tribes, but none of this had anything to do with him.

"You~You-"

"Remember not to touch me in the next life. ”

Strangely, Nanjin saw that Nan Qianjun's eyes really showed a look of pity, but his right hand plunged the arrow into Dongli's chest.

Pity and slaughter are glued together in a strange and incomparably natural gesture.

"Isn't that a contradiction?"

After Dong Likong fell, Nan Qianjun slowly walked to the waterside of the river valley, gently brushed up a handful of water, and washed away the blood stains on his hands.

Then.

Only then did he walk up to Nanjin and asked.

Contradiction?

Yes, it's a contradiction.

Nanjin had no doubts, but he couldn't find any excuse or reason to refute it, as if it was natural, the moment the arrow was inserted into Donglikong's chest, Nan Qianjun was undoubtedly cold-blooded and murderous.

But when he said that, Nanjin also believed that this tribal genius, who was less than five years older than him, had an indelible pity in his heart.

"Killing, killing for survival, in order to preserve greater vitality, killing can stop fighting, but killing is not our intention, hundreds of millions of ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness, how long can you kill!

I hope you can keep the will in your heart, embark on a more supreme path, and remember where you are going, and remember the land under your feet. ”

It seems to be muttering, and it seems to be persuading.

Nan Qianjun's expression looked very lonely, but Nan Jin knew very well that Nan Qianjun was not just a peerless genius in his mouth, this young handsome man of the same clan, like him, also comprehended the immortal martial will.

It's just that his will is unyielding, what will Nan Qianjun be?

Is it mercy, killing, or fraternity?

When Nanjin raised his head again, Nan Qianjun had already stepped on the cliff and climbed up and down.

"That knife is good, you can keep it for self-defense for the time being, the gun is Nan Yao's!"

Leave a voice.

Nanjin couldn't help but smile a little bitterly, it seemed that this guy was not so indifferent, and then leaned over and picked up the long knife of Dongliren, the blade was heavy, different from Nan Yao's cold spear, there was a trace of warmth in the hand, it seemed to be made of something that scorched the sun.

However, Nan Qianjun is right, this knife is indeed very good, but unfortunately it is not suitable for him, but it is indeed enough to keep it for self-defense.

Donglikong's corpse had already flowed slowly down the river, perhaps this was his best destination, and Nanjin didn't want to find out if there was anything else on him.

A few ups and downs.

Also fall on the rocks below the cliff face.

"Nanjin, are you alright?"

Nan Qianjun looked at the anxious look on Nan Yao's face with some surprise, and his heart seemed to be moved.

"The gun was handed back to you, thank you!"

"Well, you're welcome!"

When she spoke, Nan Yao was a little embarrassed.

"What's going on? How did you end up with someone from Dongli here?"

Nan Qianjun asked.

It was only a brief pause to tell the story of what had happened before.

"You're saying there's one more person under this pool?"

"Yes!"

Nan Qianjun stopped talking when he heard this, and thought for a moment before stepping back to the edge of the cold pool in the river valley.

"You wait for me here, I'll go down and have a look!"

After speaking, he plunged into the cold pool, and disappeared before he could dissuade him, and there was no other way, so he had to move his body and plunge into the water.

"Hey, Nanjin, what a bastard!"

Under the cliff, Nan Yao muttered a little angrily, but when he looked up, he found that Nan Meng was looking at him with a strange expression.

"What do you see?"

"Uh! I'm just going to look at it, look at it! Look at the big tree behind you, it's really thick!"

Nan Meng is stupid, he can be regarded as understanding, Nan Yao likes Nanjin.

"You don't like Nanjin, do you?"

Obviously, he is not stupid, but funny!