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With the strength of the tribe in the south, it is enough to get two percent of it.

As for how to choose between the Bloodstone Wasteland and the Southwind Wasteland, it was not up to him to decide.

Hearing the words of the South Wind Willow Catkins and the Blood Eagle, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a look of extreme pain.

Forty percent!

It turned out to be eaten without leaving any room for it, which undoubtedly pushed the Nanli tribe to the cusp.

Due to the strong strength of the Bloodstone Desolation and the South Wind Desolation, it is impossible for others to attack them, but the Nanli tribe is not a desolate tribe, and there is no strong strength to deter many tribes.

It seems that none of this group of geniuses are easy to get along with.

"Humph!"

The words of the Blood Eagle and the South Wind Catkins had just fallen.

A cold snort has fallen into everyone's hearts.

It's a hundred waves of water.

Slowly calming down the surging blood in his body, Shui Bailang heard the voices of the two as soon as he opened his eyes, and the two of them had already regarded the water and stone wasteland as nothing, how could this not make him angry.

But he was also well aware.

Today's face is definitely going to be lost.

After gradually recovering a trace of blood on his face, his gaze fell on Nanjin's face, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned over to the Xingchen Horse behind him without looking back.

"Let's go!"

Neat.

There is not a trace of mud and water.

The southward march is also clear.

The beam between him and the water stone wasteland must have been knotted, but in the martial arts world, there are so many vendettas, if you are afraid of these things, you are afraid that you will fall long ago.

Only by constantly strengthening oneself can one be able to suppress the enemy.

After the people of the Mizushi Wasteland left, the expression on Nanjin's face tightened a little again.

grabbed the Sun Spear in front of him, and as soon as his heart moved, he already held the spear in his hand.

"Hmph, what a big breath, the Nanli tribe is too arrogant!"

Really.

After all, there are still people who can't help it.

Wealth touches people's hearts.

Nanjin has already divided such a huge fortune in three or two sentences, how could everyone present be convinced, in fact, Nanjin didn't want much.

Twenty percent!

But they obviously didn't dare to ask for Blood Eagle and Southwind Catkins.

Case.

Then only the Nanli tribe remains.

Persimmon is naturally picked up soft pinch.

A gray figure slowly walked out of the crowd, Nanjin didn't know this person, but from the energy that was drumming around him, he could see that this person's cultivation was not weak.

It's even better than the waves just now.

Such a strong person is either a hero or a patriarch.

"Jin Ming, the patriarch of the old Jintian tribe, wants to ask for advice from the genius of Nanli. ”

After speaking, he stepped out, and there were already nine pieces of earth bone phantom floating around his body, and the light did not stop, and the strong desolate power aura flowed on it, and there was no longer a trace of peace.

"Jin Ming, your opponent is me!"

Nanjin's body moved slightly, and the voice of Nantian behind him had already pierced the void and resounded in everyone's ears.

The same gray shadow flickered away.

Boom!

A dull sound erupted.

By the time everyone saw the figures of the two of them again, Jin Ming, the patriarch of the Jin Tian clan, had already fallen a few feet away, and his life was completely lost.

As soon as Nantian made a move, he didn't retain his strength at all.

Everyone couldn't help but look horrified.

It's horrible!

The powerhouse of the Nine Heavens of the Quenching Bone Realm was not even the enemy of the Unanimous.

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

Seeing that the old man had fallen to the ground, several figures immediately rushed out of the crowd with a sad look on their faces.

"You killed our patriarch, I'll fight with you!"

Zheng!

A flash of swords.

Several people showed a hint of absolute expression on their faces, drew their swords and rushed towards the south sky.

"Hmph! I'm leaving Nanli at your disposal. ”

Rumble!

Flick your sleeves.

The Sun Spear in Nanjin's hand turned into a fiery dragon and stabbed forward.

Burst!

Poof~poof!

Several faint and inaudible sounds fell into their ears, and everyone couldn't help but feel a tense heart.

There was no doubt that this young man was not a kind person at all, and he killed several people with one shot, and the aura around Nanjin became more and more chilling.

There was a fierce glint in his eyes.

Like an ancient beast, he scanned the crowd.

For a while, no one dared to answer.

Such momentum.

Even if it was Snow Eagle and South Wind Willow Catkins, the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching slightly.

"What a ruthless method!"

"Hahaha, Nantian, do you want to leave us here?"

The sound of a thousand streams of water rolling.

One step out, he was already standing only a few feet in front of Nanjin and Nantian.

The robe rolls.

Nanjin knew at a glance that he was not the opponent of the person in front of him, but the hand that clenched the spear couldn't help but clench a little tighter.

"Shui Qianliu, do you want to fight with me in the south?"

The Nanli tribe and the eastern tribe of the water have always been at odds, and the water Qianliu will stand up and the south sky will not be surprised.

If it was the past, he would most likely still be afraid of one or two, but now it is different.

Breaking through the realm of the Great Perfection of Quenching Bones, even Shui Qianliu and him are now only between them, and it is even possible to kill them if they go south.

"Hmph, what about fighting with you, it's just that I don't understand a question, since the people of the Dongli tribe discovered the ore first, why did you occupy the mineral deposits in the south. ”

Shui Qianliu actually knew very well that with the departure of the people of the Water Stone Wasteland, they were also gone, but hundreds of thousands of Wasteland, how could he easily let go.

"With the spear in my hand!"

One step at a time.

The words of Nan Kou rolled out again, turning into waves of sound and impacting everyone's hearts, and behind Nan Li everyone couldn't help but feel blood stirring, as if burning with a raging fighting spirit in their chests and abdomen, full of pride.

War!

War!

Fight to the death!

Waves of sound roared out in unison from the mouths of the crowd, and the waves broke through the clouds like substance, resounding through the sky.

Far away.

The voice hasn't fallen yet.

In the far south over the tribes.

Louder voices have broken through the air.

"Bless me to the south!

"Fight to the death!"

For a moment, everyone's faces suddenly became extremely difficult to look at.

Even the people of the Bloodstone Desolation and the South Wind Desolation couldn't help but faintly show a terrifying look on their faces.

With such a strong fighting spirit, it is difficult for even them to fight head-on.

This is the power of the tribe, which has far exceeded the strength of the individual, from the Wasteland, and they have no doubt that once a war is triggered, it will be difficult for any of the people present to survive.

Nanjin was suddenly full of pride in his heart.

Holding a gun and pointing at Shui Qianliu, the battle intent rose in his eyes, even Shui Qianliu couldn't help but retreat.

"Damn it!"

The expression on his face changed and he was thinking very quickly.

If you do it at this time, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not leave yourself here regardless of the consequences, although Nantian did not show his true strength, but Shui Qianliu has already faintly sensed his terrible place.

"Hmph, it's just tens of thousands of barren stones, and I have no intention of doing this. ”

After speaking, he left this place directly, and the Shuidong people behind him did not hesitate when they saw this, and their bodies followed.

Only Dongli Qingqing, who was from the Dongli tribe, stared at Nanjin and then looked in the direction where the Shuidong tribesmen left, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he also chased after him.