The Xuan Turtle Clan, the atmosphere in the venue is a little strange at the moment.

In the eyes of the surrounding tribesmen, the two people in front of them looked at each other, holding each other's arms with their arms, standing in place.

I don't know what's going on?

For a while, everyone around did not dare to step forward easily.

Uncle of the Royal Beast Gate has already set off an uproar in his heart.

"Borrowing other people's spiritual power to refine the body?"

"What kind of martial arts demon is this?" The Imperial Beast Sect Master's face was gloomy, and the spiritual power in his body was restrained.

"Boy, the old man remembers you, you can't escape the wasteland."

With the body of a disciple, his strength can't be exerted, and he can't suppress it with spiritual power alone, and he can't help this kid.

After a cold snort, that pure spiritual power began to restrain itself.

In the next second, it was withdrawn from Ip Man's heavenly body.

"Wait a ......minute," Ip Man felt pity and wanted to say something.

Zhao Xing in front of him had already tilted his head.

The whole person has no breath, and he can't die anymore.

"Bang!"

「……」

Shake off the person in your hand.

Ye Wentian made up his mind, calculated the time, and tomorrow was the Eight Songs Summit, and the old thing should not be frightened and fled back to the Royal Beast Gate.

After a little groaning, I didn't think much about it.

Ye Wentian turned around slowly, and his gaze fell on the surrounding Xuangui tribesmen.

At this moment, the scene was silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Xing's corpse.

"Dead ...... Dead?"

"The envoy of the Imperial Beast Gate, died in my clan."

"My people are dead."

The elders of the clan in front of them turned pale in an instant.

Even if they hand over this stranger, I am afraid that they will not be able to calm the anger of the Royal Beast Gate.

On the contrary, it is the Xuan Turtle Patriarch, who is more calm at the moment.

Looking up, he glanced at the person in front of him.

The next moment, he stepped forward and bowed under the gaze of the people around him.

"Turtle Patriarch, I've seen the Great Flame Dragon King." The Xuan Turtle Patriarch's face was calm, and his voice echoed throughout the audience.

The Turtle Patriarch is not stupid.

Whether there is a thing of today or not.

This time, the Eight Heads of the Wasteland Summit is already full of dangers.

The person in front of him may be the vitality of his turtle tribe.

"Huh?"

"You know me." Ip Man looked up subconsciously.

The Turtle Patriarch saluted again.

"In the battle of the border city of Xizhou, the name of the Great Flame Dragon King, our wasteland tribes are like thunder." The Turtle Tribe responded truthfully.

Hear this.

Ip Man is full of black lines.

Really! The surrounding clansmen reacted one after another, and their eyes gathered on Ye Wentian.

"The Great Flame Dragon King!"

"In the battle of Xizhou, one person will suppress the tribal alliance led by the frostwolf clan!"

"Ten thousand hosts will take the Holy Maiden by force, as if they were in a land where no one is in the land!"

"When I saw it today, it was really so strong......

The Xuangui tribesmen couldn't help but whisper and discuss.

The expression on his face was mostly reverence, but the look in his eyes was somewhat strange.

"Uh."

"Talk somewhere else." Ye Wentian waved his hand.

I can't explain my reputation.

He didn't bother to say anything more.

"Great Flame Dragon King, please." The Turtle Patriarch nodded and raised his hand.

Let's talk about it.

At the invitation, the two quickly left the crowd.

The people of the surrounding tribes, under the orders of the clan elders, also dispersed quickly.

Only the saint Xuan Wan'er was stunned for a long time.

"Big ...... Great Flame Dragon King."

"Is it really him?" Xuan Wan'er pursed her lips unconsciously, the expression on her face

Variable.

But last night, he didn't do anything to himself?

She was stunned.

"That, Sister Wan'er."

"For the sake of our friendship, can you introduce me to the Great Flame Dragon King, I have always regarded him as an idol when I heard about the battle in Xizhou."

A young clansman approached on the side, it was Mo Cheng, the young master of the Xuangui tribe.

His eyes flashed at the moment, and his face was hard to hide his excitement, if he could follow the Great Yan Dragon King and learn a trick and a half, this life would be enough.

Xuan Wan'er's eyes twitched, she came back to her senses slightly, and glanced at the person in front of her.

If you don't want to pay attention to it, you have to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute."

"Sister Wan'er, I will never say half a word about what happened last night."

"Please, help my brother once, as long as I can follow the Great Flame Dragon King, I am willing to pay any price." Mo Chengshao saw that people were leaving, and his face was anxious.

As soon as these words came out.

The clansmen who had not yet left around were stunned and turned their heads one after another.

Xuan Wan'er's face turned red instantly, and the anger in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Last night, nothing happened."

"Get out!"

「……」

A light drink came.

The man in front has left.

The young master of the clan paused, his eyes were disappointed, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Wait until all the tribesmen are gone.

The turtle tribe has returned to its former peace. The center of the clan, inside the main hall of the stone house.

"Mr. Ye, tomorrow is the Eight Heads Summit, and the eight clans of the Wasteland are not in harmony with each other, and they have never gathered before."

"This time, the Royal Beast Gate is summoned, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

The Xuan Turtle Patriarch didn't talk nonsense, and said bluntly.

The summit was held in the Black Point Clan.

And the patriarch of the eight clans must be there in person.

The Xuangui tribe and the Black Horn tribe have had discord throughout the ages, and once the other party uses the power of the Royal Beast Gate to suppress it, they have no power to resist.

"You'll find out when you go." Ye Wentian smiled.

The young master of the Royal Beast Gate, he really doesn't know what to do.

According to Yun Zhixia's meaning, that thing wants the Tengzu demon spirits of the eight major clans, and all of them will become their beast pets.

If only that's it.

There's no need to make such a big move, just like yourself, can't you just catch them one by one?

"This ......"

"That's all there is to it."

"Our clan is willing to ally with the Frostwolf Clan." The Xuan Turtle Patriarch took a deep breath and hurriedly raised his hand to show his attitude.

It's always right to pull in a few allies.

Ye Wentian smiled slightly, glanced at the person in front of him, and then nodded in agreement.

Frost wolf, eye fish, golden ape, snake snake, turtle, eight clans, their own side accounts for five, but there is no need to think too much.

In the main hall of the stone house, after the two talked.

Ye Wentian did not stay long, and soon returned to his residence.

He found Xuan Jingcheng at the first time.

On the Xizhou side, there was no time to delay, and after explaining to him, let Xuan Jingcheng leave immediately and arrange the sub-array first.

This is much faster than rushing to the Great Yan Xizhou by yourself.

"Hum!"

"Brother Tian, I sensed it."

"Big baby, this ancient land does hide good things." The contract seal in Ip Man's heavenly body suddenly vibrate.

The dog's excited voice came.

Compared with the last time, when I saw the Daomen Heavenly Tower, I seemed to be a little more excited.

"Oh?" Ye Wentian's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face at the same time.

"Right in the heart of this ancient land!"

"You wait for the dog, I'll leave immediately, at most tomorrow, the dog can come over." The dog's voice came again.

Ip Man was in the dark

Flashing.

Raising his hand, the rough topographical map of the wasteland was spread out in front of him.

In the center of the Polar Wasteland, the Black Horn tribe is located.