The voice fell.

The whole team stopped.

These warriors, adding up to dozens of people, are all riding a substitute demon spirit, majestic and extraordinary.

The young man in Chinese costume is surrounded by everyone in the center, which is enough to see his identity.

"Young master, can you let the old man take a look?" The short-bearded old man in front of him turned around and stood in front of the young man, his face a little more respectful.

"Now."

"It's been confirmed, Xu Tu is dead."

"In my Imperial Beast Gate Enclosure, such a thing will never be allowed to happen." The young man in Chinese clothes threw out the broken jade talisman and opened his mouth to express his attitude.

The old man took the jade talisman and looked at it, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"It's not that I'm killed, but that I've triggered the curse of the Gate."

"At this time, he was captured alive." The short-haired old man looked introverted and muttered to himself.

Between the words.

He suddenly raised his hand.

"Whew!"

"Bang Bang ......"

There is the sound of chains rubbing.

At the back of the other party, a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and scars was covered in scars, his collarbone was pierced by a huge chain, and the blood on his body was scabbed together with his clothes.

was pulled by this, and suddenly blood flowed all over his body.

"Ahh

"You...... You've kind of killed me." The middle-aged man's eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't help but roar.

If Ip Mantian was present, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance.

The imprisoned man was none other than the Xuan family, who lived in Xuan Jingcheng.

"Huh."

"Kill you? Dirty old man's hands."

"The old man asks you, the person who set the spell mark on you has already come to the polar wasteland." The short-bearded old man asked with a sneer.

Xuan Jingcheng stared at the person in front of him and did not answer.

The short-bearded old man seemed to see through him.

"Yes, I see."

"Able to capture Xu Tu alive, it seems that he is a martial artist at the level of spirit refining, and the old man is waiting for him to find it." The smile on the short-bearded old man's face grew a little thicker.

Let's talk about it.

With a wave of his hand, a huge force swept through.

"Bang!"

「……」

Xuan Jingcheng's body was directly blasted out, smashed into the back of the other party, dragged on the grass by chains, and the whole person was dying.

"Young master, this mission is important."

"The old man has sent a message to summon the eight major clans of the wasteland, the Tengzu of these eight tribes, the young master can choose one at will to accept it."

"As for the person who killed the Xu disciple, after the young master subdued Teng Zu, it would be easy to kill that person."

The short-bearded old man turned around, raised his hand and saluted.

Hear this.

The young man in Chinese clothes stared at him for a moment, then nodded.

Think about it for a while.

Xu Tu's matter seemed to be left behind, and the young master's eyes were a little more excited.

"Haha, haha."

"Okay!"

"This young master has heard that there is a holy woman in the frost wolf tribe, who is known as the first beauty of the wasteland tribe, and it is worth a glance from this young master." The young man in Chinese clothes laughed, slapped the fierce beast under him, and the team began to move forward.

"Alas......" The short-haired old man couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

But he didn't dare to say more.

Polar wasteland, sunflower tribe.

Ip Mantian and the others are already ready to leave.

The eldest sister of the tribe, Fenghua, was also released by the patriarch, and when she saw Ip Mantian, she immediately chose to accompany her.

In the wasteland, there is a tribe that leads the way best.

After saying goodbye, several people did not stay longer.

"Roar!"

「……」

Wan Xu took a step forward, the golden collar in his hand flashing.

The red tiger, with its huge body, appeared in front of the three of them.

"Mr. Ye, the wasteland is vast, and it is best to use demon spirits to hurry." After turning around, Wan Xu raised his hand and saluted.

For the people in front of him, he is grateful and respectful from the bottom of his heart.

"Three hundred miles, under the full speed of the Red Tiger, it will only take half an hour."

"That Fujimu clan, Wan Mou had contact with it back then, and the clan does have some strength." Wan Xu Zhong led Chihu over and let him lie down in front of Ye Wentian and the others.

Ye Wentian smiled slightly.

"Whew!"

「……」

Raising his hand, he grabbed Fenghua and threw it directly onto the tiger's back.

Fenghua's eyes twitched, and she grabbed the tiger skin with both hands, trying to calm herself down.

Riding underneath, this is the best demon spirit!

"Roar!"

「……」

The red tiger suddenly let out a low roar, and its huge body shook with it.

Fierce sweep!

As a top-grade demon spirit, it has already been equipped with spiritual intelligence, and the person in front of it has a beast circle to control it, and the human on its back is too weak.

Not worthy to sit on it.

"This ......" Fenghua's face turned pale instantly.

That ferocity made her feel the threat of death.

"Don't panic."

"Whew!"

Ye Wentian smiled, turned over, and sat behind Feng Hua, and the spiritual power around him swept through, instantly suppressing that fierce aura.

"Woo."

「……」

The red tiger immediately fell silent, it remembered the horror of the human on its back, and the horror was evident in its huge pupils.

"Not leaving?" Ye Wentian understands the demon spirit quite well.

This thing under him can understand his words.

"Uh...... Roar!"

The red tiger's body jumped suddenly, brought out a long rainbow, and rushed towards the lawn in the distance at an extremely fast speed. ap..

It's fast.

In the blink of an eye, only a red point of light could be seen in the distance.

"Musk oxen."

"Drive! Keep up with the old man, quickly." As soon as Wan Xu raised his hand, the sturdy black bull appeared in front of him, sat on its back in a leap, and slapped it violently on the buttocks.

Behind him, the Sunflower tribesmen bent over to send them off.

Two beast shadows, one in front of the other, galloped across the wilderness, as fast as lightning.

It's fast enough, but it's a little bumpy.

"Ye ...... Mr. Ye, I'm ......" Fenghua's cheeks were hot, and the broad chest of the person behind her was pressing against her back.

The red tiger under him, running with muscles all over his body squirming, made the two of them get closer and closer.

It's full of rhythm.

"Huh?"

"Otherwise, I'll let this tiger run slower." Ye Wentian stared at him and replied in a low voice.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't be bumpy.

Under the two of them, they are proper top-grade demon spirits, which are equivalent to martial artists at the mid-level spirit refining level.

Between the words.

Ye Wentian subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Wan Xu on the side.

Wan Xu Chong's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

"Mr. Ye, the old man can't help it, he just subdued this demon spirit, and he is not very skilled in controlling it, so he will be there first, and he will be there in a while." Wan Xu Chongah squeezed his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised a little wider, and he glanced at Ye Wentian deeply.

An expression you know.