Fang Ling continued: "Then the second possibility is simpler, only by killing the old patriarch, Turansai Khan and them can possibly seek the position of the next patriarch. ”

Huo Junyuan nodded in agreement: "Then what are you going to do, second brother?"

Fang Ling shook his head, and said with a bit of confusion: "There is no way to remove the Hundred Evil Corpse Worms, then there is no way to catch the handle of the other party, I am afraid that it is difficult to determine which party is the hand, seeing that a tribal meeting is about to be held at this juncture, the only way to do this is to wait and see what happens, and wait for the other party to show its feet." ”

Huo Junyuan nodded and sighed: "Second brother is right, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary trouble if I act rashly now, I just hope that it is not the shaman witch king's hands and feet, otherwise the second brother, you will help Tulan Motuo to obtain the invincible golden knife, but I am afraid that it will be difficult." ”

Fang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, only hoping that things wouldn't go in the most troublesome direction.

The Shaman Witch King's cultivation is unfathomable, even if he is ten percent cultivated, he may not be his opponent, not to mention that the internal injuries are still quite serious now, not to mention that this guy must also have an extremely powerful witch corpse!

Unable to think of any other solution for a while, Fang Ling simply didn't think about anything, and began to seriously heal his injuries, there must be a big battle in the lost city, and if the internal injuries are better, there will be one more chance of winning.

On the second day, Turanmoto sent an envoy to the other three tribes in the name of his father, announcing the convening of a meeting of the chiefs, and at the same time selecting the clan's masters and various supplies to prepare for entering the lost city.

Because it would take some time for the patriarchs of various clans to come over, in the next few days, in addition to healing, Fang Ling was with Tulan Motuo, hunting the grassland during the day, drinking at night for pleasure, discussing major events in the world from time to time, and expressing their opinions.

Both of them are talented men, although there is a gap in age, but this does not hinder the communication between the two, but as they talk more and more, the more they feel like heroes cherish heroes, and the friendship is naturally getting deeper and deeper.

At the same time, Lu Bei and the others were also secretly inquiring about the news of various aspects, but because the shaman hall was heavily guarded, full of poisons, and there were shaman witch kings and a bunch of shaman red witches guarding them, Lu Bei and the others did not dare to venture in, and the other information collected could not guide who was the real culprit behind the refining of corpse worms.

Time passed day by day, and by the sixth day, Fang Ling's injuries had healed by thirty percent, and on this day, the last patriarch also rushed to Dongla Canyon.

In the afternoon of the same day, when Fang Ling and Turanmotuo walked into the hall of the patriarch's mansion together, the four clan chiefs had already arrived.

Turansai Khan sat on the first wooden chair on the left, his face dark, as if he was holding back a fire.

On the second chair sat the Wushen patriarch Tiemuqi, although Temuqi looked no different from usual, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was an outsider, but the steady breathing that was deliberately controlled showed the hidden anger in his heart.

Sitting on the third chair was the patriarch of the Sauron clan, Sauron Qingge, who was in his forties, square-faced, and very strong, a head taller than the people present. He was wrapped in a deerskin robe, and he sat in a position with a large thorn, which made one wonder if the chair would collapse by him.