"These children ......" Yang Shengfeng came to the top of Yang Yingfeng and his party, watching them talk and laugh on their roads, with a slight smile on their faces that lasted for a long time, and floated down.

"At your speed, I'm afraid it's night when I go back." Yang Shengfeng deliberately kept a straight face, as if he was blaming. In fact, he also understands that many of these people have a blood feud with the Silver-Blooded Iron Rider or the Qushan tribe, and after this hunt, Yang Pi successfully broke through the Guanshan Realm, which is also a light for these children who have a deep blood feud.

"Uncle Shengfeng, many people are injured now, so our speed is much slower than before we came, please don't blame Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Yingfeng explained that this hunt has grown a lot for everyone, especially the feeling on the edge of life and death, which is a rare and precious experience.

"Well, you can see for yourself, but try to speed up your pace, we are still in the range of the Green Pine Mountains, don't be careless." Yang Shengfeng didn't blame everyone either. Knowing that everyone is talking and laughing along the way is not just chatting, but also being able to exchange their valuable experiences, which will help everyone grow.

"Thank you, Uncle Shengfeng." Yang Zhen's voice sounded. Yang Zhen's personality is free and easy, and after this training, his personality is more obvious, but his previous flowing breath has weakened a lot. But that out-of-the-box personality has not changed.

Yang Shengfeng was speechless, shook his head, and walked in front of the group, avoiding the area where the silver-blooded iron horse had been active before, and walking towards the bottom of the mountain.

"What did you say?" One of them, as if he couldn't believe his ears, exclaimed.

"It's true, haven't you heard?" The other sat across from a wine table, picked up the glass, and drank it all.

"How can this be? What is the strength of Yangjia Village? Will the Silver-Blooded Iron Rider lose so far? Obviously, the person on the other side still couldn't believe what the person in front of him said.

"It is said that Lord Xuehan was so frightened that he didn't even make a move." A person at the wine table next to him was carrying a long sword, picking up a wine jug in his hand, and was pouring wine.

"No, in this western region, and it is Yangjia Village, how can there be such strength?" You must know that the Blood Han Lord in their mouths is a strong man who is close to breaking through the mountain building realm, how can he be so frightened that he can't even make a move, what kind of strength does that have to be. The speaker's heart was also puzzled. These people are all cultivators who have been active all year round and the Qingsong Mountain Range, although their strength is not weak, but they are still a little afraid in the face of the silver-blooded iron horse, especially the blood cold. But at this time, I heard that someone was shocked that the blood cold was so miserable, and no one had ever done it.

"It is said that the corpses have not been collected, do you say that it is miserable?" Another person sat down at another table, asked for a pot of wine and a pound of meat, and interjected.

"The silver-blooded iron rider has always been invincible, it seems that this time ......" the speaker did not continue. Obviously, he was afraid of the Silver-Blooded Iron Rider.

"It's time to kill the blood cold." The person who spoke had also suffered at the hands of Xuehan before.

"Scholar of the Remnant Sword, the blood cold and your hatred are as deep as the sea, you should be happy to hear that he is deflated" A scar on the face of the person who spoke made the whole person look extremely murderous.

"Hmph." The Remnant Sword Scholar was a little angry, but the sleeve of his left arm was empty. Back then, he broke through the Nine Realms of the Guanshan Realm, thinking that he could fight with Blood Han, so he found Blood Han, but before he could make a move, he was cut off by Blood Han's arm. For him, this is a great shame, and today some people make fun of him, so naturally he doesn't have a good face.

"But it seems that there are people in Yangjia Village who support it." The man who asked for wine and meat chewed the meat in his mouth.

"The battle back then, for Yangjia Village, was tantamount to a catastrophe, and hunting was forbidden by the Qushan tribe, but this time the blood cold suffered a dumb loss, I don't know what will happen next?" The people who came were in a hurry, just coming down from the mountains of the Green Pine Mountains, and there was still a sense of fatigue on their faces, so they immediately asked for meat and began to chew it heavily.

"The Qushan tribe will definitely not give up, you must know that the silver-blooded iron cavalry is the law enforcement team of the Qushan tribe, and some people dare to massacre." The person who spoke paused and continued, "It seems that in the future, this western region will not be peaceful." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" This is the little second brother who came up and interjected, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, serving wine and meat to the guests, and he was very busy.

Yang Shengfeng took the group and finally returned to Yangjia Village at dusk.

As soon as I returned to the village, I saw the old man Yang Qingyu standing at the entrance of the village, waiting for them. Yang Shengfeng's original plan was to come back today, and the old man Yang Qingyu also waited here for a day, seeing the group of people who appeared in the field of vision, Yang Qingyu's face was also happy, looking at the group of people who were slowly approaching, Yang Qingyu smiled at the corner of his mouth. Yangjia Village has been closed for nearly ten years, and although there is no major difficulty, Yang Qingyu does not want to rest on his laurels in this western region. Being able to move forward, no one stands still. Moreover, for ordinary people, becoming a cultivator and increasing their lifespan is a goal that people in this world are unwilling to give up, and who would give up lightly.

Yang Shengfeng and his entourage soon came to the front of the old man Yang Qingyu. As early as when Yang Shengfeng and the others approached, the old man had already counted several people, and found that there was no one missing, and the joy in his heart was even greater. Hurriedly greeted him.

"Uncle Qingyu, we're back." Yang Shengfeng hurriedly stepped forward.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Yang Qingyu patted Yang Shengfeng on the shoulder, knowing that the thirty-two people could retreat and come back safely from the Qingsong Mountain Range, Yang Shengfeng's credit was definitely the greatest, there was no doubt about it. The old man's eyes were a little moist, staring at the thirty-two people behind him, and he was relieved to see that some people were injured, but there was no attrition. You must know that after they set off, the old man's heart has been up and down, uneasy, and even awakened by nightmares from time to time. At this moment, seeing that all of them came back, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and the old man gently wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa." Yang Pi stepped forward and hugged Yang Qingyu, and his mouth was also choked.

Yang Qingyu gently patted Yang Pi's back and comforted Yang Pi.

Except for Yang Ning, the rest of the people also looked at Yang Qingyu, the corners of their eyes were a little moist, they understood what the meaning of this hunt was to the old man in front of them, and they understood the pain and pressure that the old man had endured over the years.

The dusk quickly slipped away, and the sun withdrew its light and disappeared into the western hills, and the heavens and the earth slowly darkened. It all happened quietly.

"Alright, let's go back quickly." Yang Qingyu let go of Yang Pi in his arms, saw that the sky was getting dark, and said. Saying that, Yang Qingyu led everyone into the village.

Yangjia Village is quiet and peaceful after dusk, without a trace of noise, sitting in the mountains.

"What? You've failed? "There was a furious voice in the main hall of the Qushan tribe. Blood Han stood respectfully in the center of the main hall, and the person above was dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Yes, Patriarch." Blood Han responded.

"There was only one person on the other side, so he killed one hundred and forty silver-blooded iron riders?" The man suppressed his anger and tried not to let it erupt, "What is the strength of the person who came?" ”

"I don't know, according to my estimate, it's at least the sixfold realm of the mountain building realm." Blood Han recalled the situation at that time, especially remembering that look, and couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, it was terrible.

"Mountain-building?" The patriarch of the Qushan tribe didn't seem to believe his ears, "Xichen, and it is Yangjia Village, how can there be a strong man in the mountain building realm, and it is also a strong man in the sixfold realm?" "A few questions in a row, as if asking about blood cold, as if asking yourself.

"Thorough investigation." The man continued.

"Yes." Blood Han said respectfully.

"You made such a mistake this time, go to the law enforcement hall to get the punishment yourself." The patriarch of the Qushan tribe suppressed his anger and waved his hand, signaling Blood Han to retreat. Feeling very unhappy, he turned around and walked towards the darkness.