"Huh?"

"Who are you?" Ye Wentian glanced at the person in front of him and asked subconsciously.

The man in black took a step forward, and there was a slight flash in his eyes.

The surrounding air seems to be solidified.

"The Black Horn tribe of the wasteland, this clan inherits the name of Teng Zu and the Black Horn." The aura of the Black Horn Patriarch was surging, and his deep eyes were like a lacquer abyss.

That breath was not deliberately locked, but it revealed an invisible sense of oppression.

Ye Wentian's eyes flashed.

This breath!

Among the patriarchs of the wasteland tribes, this person is undoubtedly the strongest.

I feel that compared to the spirit refining master, the celestial-level martial artist is much stronger.

"Hum!"

"Come, the strongest man of the tribe, it is worth seeing." Ye Wentian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and the momentum around him exploded at the same time.

The head of the clan came to block himself personally.

The purpose is self-explanatory.

The Black Horn Patriarch was stunned and glanced deeply at the person in front of him.

"My clan is different from the other clans." The Black Horn Patriarch didn't mean to make a move, and the expression on his face became a little serious.

"Huh?"

"What's the same?" Ye Wentian was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face.

This product is menacing, isn't it here to trouble yourself?

When the Black Horn Patriarch heard this, the expression on his face became a little more serious and said, "My clan, there is no holy woman."

As soon as these words came out.

The air seems to have frozen.

The expression on Ye Wentian's face froze.

"You ......"

"I'm not here for the holy daughter of your people." Ye Wentian took a deep breath and explained in a low voice. Look at the book

The Blackhorn Patriarch frowned.

Not for the saints?

What else could it be?

According to the news of the Black Horn tribe, since this son entered the wasteland, there are four holy daughters of the eight major clans, all of whom have been forcibly taken captive, and this matter is absolutely true.

That's when it happened.

"Whew!"

"Whoop......

Outside the barrier behind him, all the people of the Xuangui tribe stepped into it at the same time.

The Golden Ape Holy Maiden, Xuan Wan'er, and the Red Phoenix Daughters subconsciously walked to Ye Wentian's side.

Compared to the crowd.

The Xuan Turtle Patriarch's eyes were condensed, and the expression on his face was complicated.

"Patriarch of the Black Horn, since you welcome it in person, this clan would like to ask you, this summit of the Eight Heads, are you representing the Wild Black Horn Clan, or the Royal Beast Gate?" The Turtle Patriarch spoke in a deep voice.

Hear this.

Everyone of the Xuangui tribe also raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes focused on the Black Horn Patriarch.

The Black Horn Patriarch's eyes flickered, and he quickly became expressionless.

"Is there a difference?"

"The current wasteland is just a enclosure under the Royal Beast Gate."

"Since you're here, please." The Black Horn Patriarch didn't say anything more, and after speaking, he turned around and walked towards the clan.

The Xuan Tortoise Patriarch stared at the back in front of him, his face changing.

After a moment, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Alas, Mr. Ye, you may not know that the former polar wasteland is not what it is now."

"Although the Imperial Beast Gate is strong, my eight clans are not afraid."

"Until among the eight clans, there are tribes that surrender to the Royal Beast Gate, and it is this Black Horn tribe that takes the lead, which leads to the current situation led by the Wasteland Tribe's Royal Beast Gate." The Xuan Turtle Clan shook his head lightly and spoke in a loud voice.

The eight clans and the thirty-six tribes can be united.

In the wasteland, how can outsiders be presumptuous?

Ye Wentian laughed lightly.

"Let's go."

"Young Master of the Royal Beast Gate, I've wanted to meet you for a long time." After Ye Wentian finished speaking, the smile on his face was put away.

There was a slight glint in his gaze.

Xuan Jingcheng's matter is one of them, the second is the agreement with Yun Zhixia, and the most important thing is that the treasure in the young master's hand must not be

Few.

The people with the identity of the Beihai Immortal Gate are the living treasure troves in the eyes of Ye Wentian.

Seeing this, the Xuan Turtle Patriarch and the others hurriedly followed.

In the Blackhorn tribe, the representatives of the major tribes of the wasteland, at the invitation of the clan chief, approached the central rock field of the tribe.

Not much.

In front of everyone's eyes, there was an empty space.

For the Black Horn tribe, the central crag is obviously deliberately built, and the ground is covered with bluestone, separated by stone crevice areas, forming eight areas, corresponding to the eight chiefs.

The representatives of the wasteland clan are scattered around the crag and are not qualified to enter the home field.

In the center of the crag, there is a black dragon stone sculpture, showing its majesty.

"There's something wrong with this place." Ye Wentian's eyes flashed.

The whole crag is like some kind of ancient array arrangement.

But he saw the formation runes clearly.

In the rock field, the eight major clans have already arrived.

As the Xuan Tortoise clan entered, the eyes of everyone in the arena gathered at the same time.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Frostwolf tribe, I've seen sir." The frostwolf patriarch stood up first, looked respectful, and bowed.

This worship attracted the attention of everyone in the audience to Ye Wentian.

There are only a handful of people who can make the Frostwolf Patriarch, who has such a low profile, look at the entire wasteland.

"Shhh

"Who is this man?"

"The Frostwolf Patriarch actually ignored the Turtle Patriarch and went directly to that person?"

Outside the central rock field, the representatives of all the large and small clans in the wasteland were puzzled and their hearts were shaken.

In contrast, the powerhouses of the Eight Great Clans were much calmer.

Most of them knew Ye Wentian's identity, even if they hadn't seen it before, most of them had guessed one or two at this moment.

"Mr. Ye."

"Brother Ye!"

「……」

Wan Xu Chong, Feng Day, and the others immediately got up.

Without the slightest hesitation, he left the frost wolf clan and walked towards Ye Wentian in front of him, and soon stood beside him.

"Mr. Ye, don't say a word when you leave, the old man still thinks you've left the wasteland." Seeing the person in front of you again, this will also be reassured.

If it weren't for the Frostwolf Clan's assurance, Mr. Ye would definitely come to the Eight Heads Summit, and he would have run away from the wasteland a long time ago.

Ye Wentian glanced at everyone, smiled and nodded.

Don't wait for him to say anything.

The eye fish, the golden ape, and the patriarchs of the two clans also got up at this time.

"The Eyefish Tribe."

"The Golden Ape Clan."

"Let's meet the Great Flame Dragon King!"

The two patriarchs took a step forward, first glanced at the Black Horn Patriarch in front of them, and then turned their heads and looked at Ye Wentian.

His face was respectful, and he bowed.

"It's him!"

"The rumored Great Flame Dragon King?"

"In the first battle of Xizhou, the Holy Maiden of the Frost Wolf Clan was forcibly captured, and it is rumored that now that he has entered my wasteland, the Holy Maidens of the major clans have been impressed by it, and it seems that the rumors are true at this moment!"

「……」

The representatives of the surrounding small clans couldn't help but burst into a fine light, and their eyes were fixed on Ye Wentian.

By conquering the Holy Maiden, you can bring the major tribes to your knees.

It can be said that there is no one before and no one after him.

If there is such a talent from within the family, he will dominate the wasteland, and the 'day' can be waited.

And at this time.

On the side of the Black Horn Clan, the strong people of the tribe in the clan obviously showed displeasure on their faces.

Today's Eight Songs Summit is undoubtedly the home of his Blackhorn tribe.

Now among the eight major clans, there are already three major patriarchs, who came forward to meet the Great Yan Dragon King, but they ignored his Black Horn tribe.

"Humph!"

"Great Flame Dragon King, what a big shelf?"

"Eight Heads Summit, it seems that our clan did not invite Your Excellency." Within the tribe of the Black Horn,

An old man with a short beard stepped forward and snorted coldly.

Ye Wentian stared at him and subconsciously raised his head.

"Well, no." Ip Mantian spoke truthfully.

Hear this.

The short-bearded old man's eyes flashed slightly, today is his black corner is not at home, and he must find the field.

"In that case, why don't you get out?" The short-bearded old man's eyes sank, and his tone was unquestionable.

The voice did not fall.

The short-bearded old man took a step forward, and the fierce aura around his body was like a wind, sweeping directly towards Ye Wentian.

"Huh? I'm tired of it." Ip Man's eyes flashed with coldness.

"Hum!"

「……」

The spiritual power in his body exploded with a bang.

The old man in front of him, his body trembled violently, and he only felt an invisible force rushing into his body, skewering in his internal organs.

"Poof!"

"You...... You dare." The short-bearded old man's body trembled, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the next second, the whole person fell to the ground.

A life.

Suddenly, there was silence in the entire crag.