"It's really you!"

Gan Duyun obviously didn't understand Zhong Wen's complicated emotions, and jumped out of the crowd excitedly, his body was elegant, like a flower butterfly, and landed lightly in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come here?"

"I—I'm here for sightseeing. Zhong Wengan replied with a smile, glancing at Ning Jie from the corner of his eye from time to time.

I saw that Ning Jie had a meaningful smile on her pretty face, and she couldn't tell what her mood was at all.

Zhong Wen sighed in his heart, and felt even more uneasy.

"When you arrive in the Aquila Mountains, why don't you come to our Dala tribe to have a look? Where did Gan Duyun know his careful thoughts, and said enthusiastically, "The scenery of Sky Eagle Peak is much more beautiful than this Snow Wolf Peak!"

"It turns out that you are from the Dara tribe. Zhong Wen's face showed a sudden look, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the two groups of people in the distance and asked, "Are those all your clansmen?"

He knew that Gan Duyun was an ethnic minority on the border of Xiqi, but he didn't know which clan he belonged to, and when he heard that she came from the hospitable Dala tribe, he suddenly felt reasonable.

"These on the left are our brothers and sisters of the Dara clan. Gan Duyun shook his head lightly and said, "Those who control the snake and scorpion poisonous insects on the right are from the Kuntu tribe. ”

Speaking of the words "Kuntu Clan", Gan Duyun's brows furrowed slightly, and a rare trace of disgust appeared on his face.

"You seem to be in some trouble?" Zhong Wen glanced at the two groups of people who were struggling in the distance, and realized in his heart, "Do you want to help?"

"No, our two clans have been fighting for many years, and we know each other's roots, so we can't suffer. Gan Duyun showed a hint of confidence on her face, "When there is a conflict, if any of your brothers and sisters are injured, I wonder if I can ask you for some 'magic medicine'?"

"That's nature. Zhong Wen nodded with a smile and said, "As long as you don't die on the spot, I guarantee that your clansmen will all have no worries." ”

"Thank you!" Gan Duyun smiled, her clear eyes were bent into two crescents, like the sun piercing through the haze, not to mention Zhong Wen, even Ning Jie on the side couldn't help but move in her heart, she felt that she had never seen such a pure and brilliant smile.

"Zhong Wen, ...... this girl?" Looking at the graceful back of Gan Duyun who turned around and left, Ning Jie finally couldn't help but ask.

"Her national name is too long, and I can't remember it clearly, but Daqian's name is Gan Duyun. Zhong Wen hurriedly explained with a sneer, "At the beginning, she and I used to fight against the army of the Fulong Empire together on the battlefield of Xiqi, and we can be regarded as comrades-in-arms. ”

"What a fairy-like person!" Ning Jie sighed.

"It's so-so. Zhong Wen flattered against his will, "Compared with my sister, it's too far behind." ”

"Am I a jealous woman in your heart?" Ning Jie was angry and funny when she heard this, and couldn't help but stretch out her slender jade hand and gently pat it on his chest, "Don't say it's a comrade-in-arms, even if she is your woman?

"Sister, I'm ......" Zhong Wen blushed and snorted.

"As long as you have me in your heart. Ning Jie gently held Zhong Wen's hand and said softly, "My sister is satisfied." ”

Zhong Wen looked at the serious look on Ning Jieqiao's face, and was moved in his heart, his hand was slightly strained, and he held Ning Jie's soft hand tightly and said: "Sister, even if I Zhong Wen is not a person in every way, I am by no means a negative person, since we are happy with each other, I will definitely treat you well in the future, and I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance." ”

"I believe in you. Ning Jie's eyes were fluttering, charming, and her beautiful face was full of goddess-like brilliance.

Zhong Wen's heart jumped, he couldn't hold it anymore, his hands were wrapped around the beauty's waist, and with a slight force, he pulled her delicate body closer to him, and was about to kiss her cherry mouth.

"Ding!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, pulling you and me back to reality.

Zhong Wen turned his head to look, and saw that the Dala tribe and the Kuntu tribe who were still facing each other had already come out and fought together.

On the Dara side, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early fifties, dressed in a red, yellow and green coat and armed with a thin sword.

Above the man's head stood a four-foot-long black-brown mountain eagle, with its hook-like beak open and constantly making a screeching sound, as if it was about to swoop down at any moment, tearing the enemy below to shreds with its sharp claws.

On the Kuntu side, however, it was an old man with gray hair and wrinkled skin.

The old man's face was full of vicissitudes, his body was rickety, dressed in blue, black and gray, holding a crooked iron rod in his hand, and a long king cobra coiled at his side.

The king cobra is about a zhang long and the bright yellow body surface is mixed with black markings, the head is erect high, the mouth is wide open, revealing two sharp fangs, and the scarlet tongue is swallowed and spit out, revealing a fierce face, and the mountain eagle above is nervously confronted.

Neither the eagle nor the snake took the lead in attacking, but the air between the two spirit beasts was extremely dignified and sinister.

Compared with the caution of the two spirit beasts, the middle-aged man and the old man could not hold back for a long time, and each used their weapons to fight together.

Based on Zhong Wen's cultivation at this time, it can naturally be seen that the cultivation of both sides has reached the peak of the Heavenly Wheel, and in the world, they can already be regarded as top masters, enough to start a strong existence of the sect.

The middle-aged man danced with a long sword quickly, conjuring countless silver lights and shadows in front of him, but the moves were very subtle and tricky, each sword pointed directly at the gap of the white-haired old man's iron staff, and occasionally the sword and staff intersected, he would also skillfully use the thin sword in his hand to borrow strength, without giving the other party a chance to fight hard, he was actually a rare swordsmanship master.

Although the iron rod of the white-haired old man was a step slower, it was powerful and heavy, and there were occasional stones and trees around him that were swept by the iron rod, and immediately shattered his bones and scattered the debris.

Neither of them used their spiritual power to transform into shapes, but the danger of the battle was even better, and the slightest negligence on either side would fall into a state of no return.

In the blink of an eye, the two Heavenly Wheel masters had already tumbled and rolled four or five hundred moves, and Zhong Wen keenly noticed that the physical strength of the old man of the Kuntu tribe seemed to have decreased, and his moves were no longer as smooth as they were at the beginning.

And the middle-aged man in the game naturally did not miss the opportunity, he saw the opportunity and stabbed out with a sword, the slender sword body shook rapidly at a frequency that could not be seen by the naked eye, and skillfully hit the wrist of the old man's right hand holding the iron staff.

"Bang dang!"

The old man was in pain, and let out a miserable scream from his mouth, and the iron rod came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The king cobra protector on the side was anxious, and finally stopped hesitating, made a "hiss" sound in his mouth, shook his neck, and pounced towards the middle-aged man.

However, the mountain eagle above the man's head seemed to have expected it, and with a flap of its wings, it drew a black-brown phantom in the air and swooped down towards the king cobra.

The middle-aged man's figure was slightly on one side, dodging the attack of the king cobra, and the long sword move in his hand changed, and he went straight to the old man's door, intending to win the battle in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had the absolute upper hand, the Dala people saw that they were already in control, and their faces showed joy, but unexpectedly, a vast and majestic momentum suddenly poured out from the crowd opposite, and instantly shrouded the middle-aged man and the mountain eagle.

The middle-aged man only felt that the spiritual power in his body was stagnant, and he couldn't function, his whole body was stiff, and he couldn't move for a while.

The original swift speed of the mountain eagle seemed to have been affected, and its body was slightly stunned in the air.

It was just such a momentary pause that was perfectly captured by the king cobra.

Its body twisted, accelerated violently, and instantly appeared in front of the middle-aged man, opened its mouth and bit the man's left arm, and its sharp fangs pierced the clothes and pierced into the man's skin.

"Kurolo!"

Where did the Dala people expect this change, they were shocked and panicked for a while.

At this time, the mountain eagle had already come back to his senses, and swooped down, a pair of sharp claws accurately grasped the seven inches of the king cobra, and the tips of the claws broke into the body, and the poisonous snake writhed all over the body in pain, and couldn't help but let go of the fangs biting the middle-aged man's arm.

Although the king cobra was defeated by the mountain eagle, the middle-aged man's body had been injected with poison, and his face was blue and crumbling, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

"Said to be a good one-on-one battle, but you asked the Lingzun boss to help. Gan Duyun's face was flushed with anger, and he said loudly, "Could it be that the teachings of the god Kuntu make you untrustworthy and go back on your word?"

The rest of the Dala tribe were also resentful and reprimanded one after another.

"Spotted girl, you're still so naïve, just like your father Begiert. ”

An old voice came from the crowd of the Quintura.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with gray hair and a blue, black and gray coat walked out slowly from the crowd.

The old man's face was dark with a hint of ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he seemed to be younger than the old man who had commanded the king cobra before, but his body exuded a powerful and terrifying momentum, and his eyes were full of contempt and pity when he looked at the people of the Dala tribe, just like a peerless king, overlooking a group of weak ants.

"Kutaka, have you advanced to the Spirit Venerable?" said Gan Duyun with a hint of surprise flashing in his beautiful eyes.

"Yes, just a week ago, the old man had already broken through that heavenly barrier and stepped into the supreme spiritual realm. The old man known as "Kutaka" had a proud look on his face, "From now on, the Kuntu and Dala are no longer equal, and you have no choice but to submit to me. ”

"Don't think!" Gan Duyun's clear eyes widened, and he resolutely refused, "Our Dala clan only worships the Dala Heavenly God, and will never submit to people of different beliefs. ”

"Don't be too quick to answer, go back and relay what I have to say. Kutaka smiled slightly, his expression calm and calm, "I'll give you three days, if you figure it out, you can marry my youngest son Kutxi as his wife, and our two families will turn enemies into friends from now on, and they will be unified under my Kutaka, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless and bloodbathing your Dala clan." ”

"Bastard! Kutxi is such a waste, and he wants to marry Maddar, it's a dream!" a young man of the Dara clan shouted angrily, pulled out his big knife behind his back, and jumped in front of Kutaka with an arrow, slashing at the Kuntu patriarch in front of him.

"Didi, come back!" Gan Duyun couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that the young man was so impulsive, and he actually used the cultivation of the Heavenly Wheel to provoke the Spirit Venerable.

However, before she could finish speaking, Kutaka raised his right arm and waved it gently, and the young man named "Didi" suddenly flew upside down, and his strong body slammed into the mountain wall.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the bones behind Didi were instantly shattered, the blood in his mouth was wild, his eyes were blank, his face was gloomy, and he was already dying.

"You only have three days. Kutaka flicked the sleeve of his right arm, as if he had just killed a fly, and said lightly, "Which is more important, faith or life, think about it, let's go!"

With that, he turned around, kicked his legs, and the whole person jumped into the air, and in the admiring eyes of the Kuntu people, he strode into the air and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

A group of Kuntu people followed, and soon disappeared from the sight of Gan Duyun and the others.

When Kutaka and the others left, Kulolo, a middle-aged man who was bitten by a poisonous snake, finally couldn't support it anymore, his body shook, and he fell to the ground with a "plop", his face was covered with black gas, his eyes were closed, and he was already unconscious.

Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, and saw that Kulolo and Didi both had less air in and more gas, and they could not be saved, and then thought of Kutaka's terrifying strength, and they were all in a heavy mood, only to feel that the future of the Dala tribe was bleak, and there was no hope in sight.

Some of them were psychologically fragile, and they couldn't help but cry loudly.

Gan Duyun squeezed Kulolo's cold right hand, desperately trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, and was about to comfort his people with a smile, when he heard a gentle and familiar voice in his ears: "Can you show me their injuries?"

Just such a simple sentence made her sober up instantly, and the light of hope was rekindled in her beautiful eyes.