Kaede's eyes lit up.

"Smack!"

「……」

Without the slightest hesitation, another slap fell.

The power converged and palms directly penetrated the chest of the person in front of him, shattering the foundation of his martial arts.

"Poof...... Poof." Wu Meng sprayed blood repeatedly, the whole person's breath was sluggish, and his eyes instantly lost their brilliance.

When the tribesmen saw this scene, their bodies trembled, and their breathing became a little heavier.

Qingru's eyes widened even more.

"It's over, it's over!"

"Little brother, confused, abolishing the young master of the tribe in public, this crime, even if her sister and brother's parents died in the battle for the clan, I am afraid it will not be worth such a big crime." Qingru's face was extremely pale, and her eyes couldn't help but sweep towards Ye Wentian in the distance.

The anger in his eyes became a little thicker.

At the same time.

The old patriarch, and the other clan elders, were furious.

"Presumptuous!"

"Feng Day, you are looking for death."

「……」

The old patriarch shouted angrily, and the aura of the Dan Realm powerhouse exploded, and he pressed it mercilessly.

Hard power is enough to kill Fengtian in seconds.

"Little Fujiko, do you remember the old man?"

"Hum!"

「……」

Wan Xu laughed and suddenly stepped forward.

The aura of the fitting realm was several times stronger than that of the old patriarch in front, and it easily dispersed the aura of the other party.

The old patriarch's body trembled and he looked fixedly.

"You ......"

"Are you the Great Flame powerhouse a hundred years ago?" The old patriarch stared at him for a moment, and there was a strange glint in his eyes.

Recognizing the person in front of him, the old patriarch's face was obviously a little more jealous.

A hundred years ago, he Fujimoto was just a junior of the Fujiki tribe.

"It's the old man."

"Stand down."

"You are not the opponent of the old man, and it is impossible for you to be Mr. Ye's opponent, don't kill yourself." Wan Xu glanced at the person in front of him again.

If you fit it, they are all ants.

It seems that there is only one difference, but hard power is the difference between heaven and earth.

No matter how strong the Dan Realm is, under normal circumstances, even if you use all your strength, you can't even break the defense of the Fit Martial Artist.

The old patriarch frowned.

"Old man Fujiki clan patriarch Fujimoto, dare to ask who your Excellency is?" The old patriarch groaned slightly, and his gaze swept towards Ye Wentian.

How could he not see that the few people in front of him were led by the young man in front of him.

"Ip Mantian." Ye Wentian smiled and looked ahead.

Speaking of which.

I don't have any festivals with the Fujiki clan.

There's no need to be so sabre-rattling.

"This ......"

"Sounds familiar." The old patriarch looked puzzled, and his mind was thinking quickly, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Patriarch, he is the Great Flame Dragon King of this year." Seeing this, Feng Tian raised his hand and bowed, bending down to respond.

Hear this.

The people of the Fujiki tribe suddenly made a commotion.

Many young clansmen, their eyes were focused, and they couldn't help but whisper.

"He's the Great Flame Dragon King!"

"The one who robbed the Frostwolf Tribe Saintess."

"I came to my Fujiki clan today, but I also came to rob people......

Some young women of the Fujiki tribe trembled lightly in their eyes, and subconsciously took two steps back, their faces showing vigilance.

It is rumored that the Great Flame Dragon King can snatch the Holy Maiden of the Frost Wolf Clan from the Ten Thousand Armies, and they have to guard against it.

"Hmph, thief." Qingru couldn't help but snort coldly, and there was a little more disgust in her eyes.

The old patriarch, and the other clan elders, their faces changed at this time, and they couldn't help but glance at Ye Wentian deeply.

Time.

The atmosphere in the venue is slightly eccentric.

"Mr. Ye, now it seems that Mr. Ye's name has become famous in the Polar Wasteland!" Wan Xu looked at him for a moment, and unconsciously raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Ip Mantian was slightly embarrassed.

Rumors, it's scary.

I'm afraid I can't explain this matter clearly.

"Go aside." Ye Wentian glanced at the person beside him.

Too lazy to bother.

His gaze fell on the inside of the tribe in front of him, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Tengzu, is it really a tree?" Ye Wentian said secretly in his heart.

Tribal center location.

Inside that towering tree, there was an extremely majestic aura, far beyond the tribal warriors in front of him.

Ye Wentian's eyes became a little more interested.

Meanwhile.

The old patriarch of the tribe and the others quickly reacted.

"What about the Great Flame Dragon King?"

"This is the realm of my Fujiki clan, and you two alone can't suppress my clan." The old patriarch took a step forward, and the aura around him climbed.

"Hum!"

「……」

The next moment, behind him, the shadow of Teng Zu appeared.

Several clan elders and powerhouses also immediately understood, and at the same time, the burst of breath attracted Teng Zu.

There is a green light flickering.

A majestic aura instantly suppressed the momentum of ten thousand pounds.

"It's one of the thirty-six tribes."

"But the old man is no longer the old man he used to be."

"Little Tiger."

"Calf, bird, wolf, come out to the old man!"

Wan Xu laughed and shook the collar in his hand.

He had long wanted to test the power of these demons, and now was the time.

"Roar!"

"Naru!"

「……」

A low roar echoed.

Led by the Red Tiger, several demon spirits with their ferocious aura exposed appeared in front of the tribal warriors, and their momentum was shocking.

"This ...... What is this?"

"I haven't seen it in a hundred years, but it's so much stronger?"

"Hmph, that's not enough." The old patriarch was shocked, but he also reacted extremely quickly.

Immediately raise your hand to signal.

The clans stepped forward and stepped forward one after another, and began to attract the power of Teng Zu.

"Buzz! Hum!"

「……」

In the center of the tribe, the branches of the ancient tree trembled slightly, as if there was a spirit, and a burst of blue curtains burst out, instantly enveloping the entire tribal realm.

Wan Xu frowned.

"Plus the old man, is it enough?" Not to be outdone, the spiritual power of the body that fits the realm erupts violently.

"Not enough!"

"If it's outside, the old man may not be an opponent, but in my Fujiki clan, even if the powerhouse of the eight major clans comes, I must be afraid of three points."

The old patriarch let out a low snort.

In the polar wasteland, there are as many tribes as a cow's hair, and each of those who can squeeze into one of the thirty-six tribes is not weak.

"Shhh

"Strong, ......" Wan Xu felt the pressure and couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Wentian took a step forward at this time, he ignored the people of the tribe in front of him, and his gaze always fell in the direction of the inner center of the clan.

"Roar!"

"Master, the silver bell is coming out." A deafening roar echoed throughout the audience.

On Ye Wentian's body, there was a white flicker.

The silver bell seemed to be stimulated by Teng Zu, and its ferocity was stimulated, and its huge body drilled out from the White Tiger Ding.

The air tore and the ground trembled slightly.

The silver hair is like snow, the body is like a hill, like a tiger and a wolf, the pupils are like stars, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the momentum is shocking the heavens and the earth.

"Out of the ...... It's out!"

"It's the top Wisp." Wan Xu Chong's eyes showed excitement, his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, his eyes were fixed, and he was reluctant to move away.

Front Tribes

The warrior was even more shocked, and the look of horror in his eyes could hardly be described in words.

Even the old patriarch's figure was unconsciously half a step back.

"This ...... Is this Tengzu?"

"How is that possible!"

"He is the Great Flame Dragon King, not a Wasteland Hunter, how could he possibly subdue Teng Zu." The old patriarch's brain buzzed, and he suddenly felt that the world was collapsing.

To know.

This Tengzu-level demon spirit is enough for a large tribe to stand tall in the polar wasteland for a hundred years.