Under the base city, the battlefield is silent.

Whether it was the clan warrior or the king of Zhenxi, everyone stopped at the same time, and their eyes were focused on Ye Wentian.

"Whew!"

「……」

Don't wait for the crowd to react.

Ye Wentian stepped forward one step, and the next second stood in front of the tribal saintess.

"You...... What are you going to do?" The tribal saintess's face was pale, and she originally looked a little sickly, but her body trembled slightly, staggering back, giving people the feeling that she was about to be on the spot at any time.

Ip Mantian did not respond.

I saw that he suddenly raised his hand and directly grabbed the person in front of him.

In front of the tribal warriors, he clipped his backhand to his waist, and without looking back to the ground, he turned around and walked in the direction of the base city.

"Before it gets dark, let the Tengmu clan send my people back safely."

"Otherwise, I'll kill her."

Ye Wentian's voice quickly echoed in the field.

The warriors of the surrounding tribes, an unaware spirit, reacted slightly, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

In the army of ten thousand, take the head of the enemy general, and there may be characters throughout the ages.

But like this, the scene of rushing forward directly, the living boss, and no one dares to stop him is definitely the first person in the past.

"Gan died?"

"How?"

"What does the Great Flame Dragon King mean? Damn it! Rewind...... Report this to the tribe at once, and if it is too late, the saint will be in danger."

The Frost Wolf Clan Uncle reacted, and his face changed suddenly.

This siege battle can't be fought.

Can't fight at all!

The Great Yan Dragon King alone overthrew the entire wasteland tribe, and when the Zhenxi King Huwei rushed forward, they were afraid that they would be wiped out today.

Between the words, there was no hesitation, and the uncles of the major clans immediately issued orders, and the tribal warriors retreated one after another.

Meanwhile.

Ip Mantian is already approaching the wall of the border city.

The tribal saintess, after struggling to no avail, will turn pale as paper, and simply give up struggling.

"Congratulations to the Great Flame Dragon King!"

"Today's great achievement, Qi will definitely report to the imperial capital, and Mr. Ye should be the pillar of my Great Flame."

「……」

With a smile on his face, the king of Zhenxi stepped forward with the tiger guard.

Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and other captains, the reverence in their eyes at this moment is also from the heart.

Ye Wentian smiled.

He won't take these false names too seriously.

"Take care of the captive, I'll leave Xizhou after tonight." Ye Wentian didn't say anything and threw the person in his hand to the front.

The wasteland tribe, Tengzu is there, and he can go on a trip at any time, and there is no hurry in this matter.

Xizhou is in trouble, and Ye Wentian is going to go back to the Xuan family first.

Qinshan River, you have to see the last side.

The Xuan family's Xuan Array, the arrangement of its sub-array, has to be discussed with Xuan Jingcheng.

"So fast?"

"Mr. Ye is busy, Qi doesn't dare to stay, in the future, in the Great Yan Territory, if there is a place where I can worship Qi, Qi will be on call."

Qi Chong was only stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and hurriedly raised his hand to speak.

In the past, the imperial capital, bewitched by Huang Qi Lao Deng, had a small festival with the Great Yan Dragon King, and now he needs to try to have a good relationship with the people in front of him.

Ye Wentian nodded and walked closer to the city.

Dark, Yongyue followed.

Ten thousand tiger guards in front of them spontaneously stood on both sides, making way out of the way, all of them raised their hands and saluted, and their eyes were full of reverence.

Inside the base city, the camp building is small.

After Ye Wentian returned to the building, he quickly entered the state of cultivation, and in the battle in front of the city, his consumption was not small, and the spiritual power of the Dong family's spiritual spring was not completely stable.

It will take some time for the strength to go further.

In front of the small building, Li Qiye waited as always.

Rather

Yongyue is nowhere to be seen.

In the blink of an eye, the day passed quickly, and it was getting dark.

In front of the camp building, not far away, there was a sudden sound of angry shouting.

"You let go of me!"

"If it weren't for the fact that this saint had not healed from her injuries, she would have raised her hand to kill you." The tribal saint's face was flushed, and her eyes were full of anger.

She will be wrapped in a quilt, and the whole person is being carried by Yongyue on her shoulders.

"Click!"

「……」

The sound of clothes tearing.

"Don't move, or you won't mind ruining your martial arts foundation first." As soon as Yongyue raised her hand, the spirit blade rested on the quilt and tore the clothes of the people inside.

The tribal saint's eyes trembled slightly, and her face turned even redder, most likely because she was angry.

"You...... You're seriously ill! What exactly do you want to do? Captives must also have human rights." The tribal saint gritted her silver teeth.

"Brother Ye didn't kill you, it's already merciful."

"As a token of gratitude, you should make a dedication, and it will be good for you." Yongyue's face was expressionless, except in front of Ye Wentian, she usually looked cold.

As soon as these words came out.

The tribal saint's face froze, and the whole person was obviously stunned.

What dedication?

Without waiting for her to react.

Yongyue's figure carrying the futon had already walked to the front of the small building, her figure was a little stunned, and she looked up at Li Qiye in front of her.

Li Qiye's eyes just flickered, and there was no change in expression on his face.

His figure is so interesting that he gets out of the way.

This kind of thing, Li Qiye is not the first time to experience it, Brother Tian once said that women don't need to stop it.

Looking at each other, both of them understood what the other meant.

"I'm in." Yongyue nodded slightly, didn't say anything more, carried the futon, and pushed open the door of the small building.

After entering, I went up to the second floor very skillfully.

"Brother Ye."

"I'll bring the tribal saint." Yongyue stood in front of the door of the room and knocked lightly.

"You...... How dare you!"

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Frost Wolf Clan, one of the Eight Great Clans, and you ...... Don't mess around." The tribal saint's face turned red, which was a little hindsight, and she didn't react until she was carried to the door.

At the same time.

The door to the room opened slowly.

Ye Wentian's aura was restrained, he opened his eyes, and he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Yongyue, what are you?" Ye Man asked subconsciously.

Yongyue walked directly into the room without talking nonsense.

Raise your hand.

"Whew!"

「……」

The futon on his shoulders was lowered, and the strength in his hands froze.

The futon was directly pulled apart, and the figure of the saintess of the inner clan suddenly appeared, she was already overconsumed during the day, and this would be sealed by Yongyue.

Thrown off by this, his body turned several times in a row, and after stabilizing a little, he was already standing in front of Ye Wentian's eyes.

"I'll go!"

"You...... What are you doing here?" Ye Wentian looked at the bare figure in front of him, and the expression on his face pretended to be surprised.

But he never looked away.

I have to say that the figure of the tribal warrior is really good, even if it is this sick and delicate saint, a touch of snow white in front of her is very proud.

"Prisoner, shouldn't you be dedicated?" Yongyue looked puzzled and subconsciously spoke.

"Eh, can you change the word?"

The corners of Ye Wentian's mouth paused.

This will fall on Yongyue, obviously a little more appreciation.

Those who know me, Yongyue also.

"Ahh

"You...... Close your eyes, Great Flame Dragon King, don't go too far, my wasteland tribe has retreated, you ...... You still see!" Yongyue's eyes were a little moist, her eyes were full of grievances, and she was a little incoherent for a while.

Ye Wentian's eyes flickered, and he looked at it politely

Eye.

The next moment, the expression on his face became a little more serious.

"It's dark." Ye Wentian muttered.

Between the words.

He looked up for the first time, his gaze falling out of the window.

Inside the house, the atmosphere is slightly solidified.

When the Tribal Holy Maiden heard this, her body trembled uncontrollably, she couldn't be sure if the Wasteland Clan would hand over the only person who could threaten the Great Flame Dragon King for her.

If she doesn't hand over someone, her fate can be imagined.