The leader of the bloodless tribe is named Jing Wuxue, a martial artist at the peak of the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm, twenty years ago, he alone established a one-star tribe into today's three-star tribe, he naturally became the leader of the tribe, so in order to commemorate his achievements, the name of the tribe was also changed to the bloodless tribe.

On this day, many people came to the council hall of Jing Bloodless's Mansion, all of whom were the leaders of five two-star tribes and more than a dozen one-star tribes under the bloodless tribe.

Jing Wuxue is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a dignified face, a slight beard on his chin, and a bright red robe.

Sitting on Jing Wuxue's side is his brother who is a friend of life and death, and he is also his confidant, one is called Gong Yong, dressed in thick iron armor, with long hair and beard, and his tiger eyes are shining.

The other person is called Bai Qun, a jade-faced scholar, wearing a snow-white robe, holding a folding fan, shaking every time, but he can't imagine that he is the most vicious person under Jing Wuxue.

"The reason for calling you all today should be very clear, not long ago, a new three-star tribe suddenly rose in the northeast, called the Little Sage Tribe, although their leader does not know who it is, but they have annexed more than a dozen tribes in a month, it can be seen that their ambitions are huge, sooner or later they will attack us, rather than sit back and wait, it is better for us to strike first and take the initiative!"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Jing Wuxue, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, slowly opened his eyes and went straight to the point.

An obese man sitting in Gong Yong's hand stood up, he was the leader of a two-star tribe, named Feilong, a martial artist in the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm, only to hear him say: "We have naturally heard of this matter for a long time, although the Little Sage Tribe is a three-star tribe, but they have just risen, the foundation is unstable, and the equipment will definitely not be better than ours, this is indeed the best time to attack, and they must not be given another chance to grow, if Commander Jing is willing to send troops at this time, my Feilong is willing to be the vanguard!"

Looking at the fat dragon who did not give up and swore generously, Jing Wuxue chuckled, he knew the former best, before the war, he had always sworn allegiance to the death, but if he really fought, he didn't know where to find someone, but the fat dragon was extremely sleek, good at patting sycophants, and sometimes Jing Wuxue was also very useful, which was also what Jing Wuxue liked about him, but he didn't need him when he really fought.

"I don't need anyone to be the vanguard, but no matter what means you use, you have to find a way for me to gather 10,000 soldiers and horses, and my bloodless tribe will send another 20,000, a total of 30,000 troops, led by me personally, to crusade against the Little Holy Tribe!"

Jing Wuxue's eyes swept over everyone's cheeks, and he said in a commanding tone.

Everyone looked at each other, each one-star tribe only had more than 300 men with combat effectiveness, more than a dozen one-star tribes added up to only more than 3,000 people, and the five two-star tribes combined could only gather more than 6,000 people, even if all the tribes' troops poured out, they could only barely gather enough 10,000 people, and the price was quite high.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Jing Wuxue's face changed slightly, and a trace of murderous intent permeated the council hall, everyone felt a physical and mental jump, and the fat dragon's reaction was the fastest and responded: "Our Dapeng tribe is naturally obedient and swears to serve the Jing leader!"

Seeing that the fat dragon had already agreed, the leaders of the other two-star tribes naturally did not dare to have any opinions, so they hurriedly responded, and the opinions of all the leaders of the one-star tribes did not even need to be sought.

Jing Wuxue nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, the soldiers are fast, since everyone has no objections, you can go back now, and we will send troops to attack the Little Saint Tribe early tomorrow morning!"

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The Little Sage Tribe captured a two-star tribe and stationed its army in a place called Huannan Prefecture, and now the army of the Little Sage Tribe has expanded to more than 30,000 people.

On this day, in the commander's camp of the Little Sage Tribe, Yang Tianhua and Red Sleeves were there, and there were more than a dozen leaders of other tribes, although they all submitted to the Little Sage Tribe, they still had to give them the position of deacon.

"Report! The battle ahead is urgent, ask for support!"

A soldier suddenly came to Yang Tianhua's side and reported.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Tianhua asked lightly.

The soldier replied: "Elder Huiyang, Zhen Ze's protector has already fought with the menacing bloodless tribe, the bloodless tribe's forward Gong Yong is extremely brave, Zhen Ze's protector is not an opponent, and he can't parry it at the moment!"

Zhen Ze was originally the leader of a two-star tribe, and after cultivating to the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm, he became the protector of the Dharma after returning to the Little Sage Tribe.

"Yes, is it that powerful, I'll meet him!"

The red sleeves sitting next to Yang Tianhua couldn't bear it anymore, she hadn't really fought with anyone since she cultivated, and it was an opportunity to try her skills.

"Wait, it's just a little Gong Yong who doesn't need you to make a move, you can rest assured that sooner or later you will be able to show your skills for a while!"

Yang Tianhua grabbed the red sleeve and said.

Although the red sleeves were a little reluctant, he still had to give Yang Tianhua face in front of outsiders, after all, Yang Tianhua was also the great elder of the Little Saint Tribe, so he sat down with a pout.

"Fang Haochu Protector, you go out, but you can't fall in love with the war, introduce Gong Yong into the mountain behind the chessboard, and someone will deal with him!"

Yang Tianhua looked at a handsome man in armor on the left, he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he was also the leader of a two-star tribe before, and now he has become the protector of the Little Sage Tribe, his cultivation is at the peak of the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm, and among the three Ning Dan Realm martial artists recovered by the Little Sage Tribe, he is considered the strongest one.

"Great Elder, rest assured, I will definitely do as you tell me!"

Fang Haochu nodded and walked out of the barracks.

On the vast plain, the soldiers and horses of the two sides faced each other, and in the middle of the air, there were two people who were fighting fiercely.

One person is Gong Yong of the bloodless tribe, he is holding a spear and fighting with another burly man with a black long stick, this big man is Zhen Ze, the protector of the small holy tribe, judging from the fight between the two, Gong Yong has the upper hand, and the spear stabs Zhen Ze like a storm, and the latter only has the ability to parry, and he is defeated, and his left arm is even injured, and he will be defeated in a short time.

"Brother Zhen Ze, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment, a hearty voice suddenly remembered that Fang Haochu's slender figure appeared in mid-air, holding a slashing saber in his hand, slashing out a sword and slashing towards Gong Yong.

Gong Yong's face changed slightly, the other party was comparable to his own cultivation, but he didn't dare to be too careless, he picked up the spear with his backhand, and a light thorn condensed between the swing of the tip of the spear, shattering the opponent's sword.

Zhen Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly retreated, only to see Fang Haochu passing by him, and the slashing saber in his hand slashed more than a dozen times in a row, and the knife slashed at the other party criss-crossed.

Bell Bell ......

Gong Yong's wrist trembled, blocking the knife one by one, his toes were a little in the air, and the spear stabbed straight away.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Fang Haochu had no intention of resisting the enemy, but instead turned around, turned around and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared hundreds of meters away.

"Where to run!"

Gong Yong shouted angrily, picked up a gun and chased after him, chasing in the direction where Fang Haochu had fled.

"Elder Miyanaga can't chase after him, be careful that there is an ambush!"

The fat dragon's face behind him changed slightly, for fear that Gong Yong would have an accident, but the other party was willing to listen to him, and chased after Fang Haochu and rushed towards the direction of Qipan Mountain.

The army of the bloodless tribe did not arrive, Gong Yong only took 10,000 soldiers and horses from more than a dozen other tribes to the vanguard army and arrived first, and he couldn't wait to fight with the little saint tribe, Fei Long felt bad in his heart, if Gong Yong had any three long and two short, everyone would be severely punished by Jing Wuxue, but he did not hesitate, and chased after him with several other leaders of the second-level tribe.

"Leave it for me!"

Zhen Ze and another protector of the Little Saint Tribe immediately intercepted Feilong and the others, and they did not confront them head-on, but just wandered and fought, dragging them to support Gong Yong, and the armies of the two sides rushed together.

Gong Yong chased after Fang Haochu along the rugged mountain road, until he reached a valley behind the Qipan Mountain, and at this moment, behind countless huge rocks, the sword flew sideways, intertwined into a huge sword net and headed for Gong Yong.

(Thank you for your support, I like military novels more, and I take this opportunity to have a war addiction, although these chapters Xiao Fan will play soy sauce, but it's also very exciting, and I'll be two more every day from today!)