"Everyone, please hurry up, everyone is from a small tribe, and they should help each other against the invading enemy, how can I be so respectful!" Ye Bushu hurriedly pulled up an older Qingyang clansman kneeling in front of him, and said to everyone with emotion.

"If it weren't for the help of heroes, I'm afraid that from now on, there would be no Qingyang clan in the world!" The person who spoke was a long-bearded man in his forties, who was none other than Mu Pestle, the big leader of the Qingyang clan.

"The Xixi clan was originally a small tribe with few people in the land, but now it has taken refuge in the backing clan to dare to be so presumptuous. Please stand up quickly, I am willing to help you drive away the Xixi Clan and regain the homeland that belongs to you!" He had experienced the destruction of his family and knew what it was like, and now that he had the ability, he had the heart to recapture the captured tribe for them.

"Is that true?" asked the wooden pestle in a trembling voice.

"We are both small tribes, my parents and clansmen were exterminated by a large tribe, and now that the evil clan is raging, how can I stand idly by!" said Ye Bu angrily.

When everyone in the Qingyang clan heard this, they all stood up, cheered and rushed to Ye Bushu's side, lifted him up together, and threw him into the air in a cluster.

With the help of this life, the homeland will not be lost, and many people in the Qingyang clan have cried with joy.

Ye Bushu was carried by everyone and made noise for a while, and then was happily pulled aside by the wooden pestle, and the two sat on a big stone together and talked. How could the clansmen tolerate the life-saving benefactor being "exclusive" by the big chief, and they all surrounded the two.

"I really didn't expect that there would be someone alive in the Yue Clan, and he was such a young hero!" After learning that Ye Bu was a member of the Yue Clan, Mu Pestle exclaimed in surprise. The Qingyang people who were surrounding were also embarrassed.

Ye didn't listen to the words and didn't open his mouth again, although everyone worshiped him as a god at the moment, but the feeling of being watched and talking was also very uncomfortable.

"This is not the place to speak, do you see the night boy?" the wooden pestle noticed the expression of the night and felt a rude feeling in his heart. But Ye Bu has promised to help them reclaim the tribe, where would he let go of such an opportunity.

"Wood Chief, please rest assured, let your people lead the way, and we will set off!" said Ye Bushu, getting up and stepping onto Ryoma.

"Sons and daughters of the Qingyang clan, hold on to the weapons in your hands, shake up your spirits, and follow the Night Young Man to regain our homeland!" Seeing that the night was not accepted like this, the wooden pestle immediately announced to his tribesmen.

Everyone in the Qingyang clan cheered and cheered, and the stars rushed to the south like a moon.

To the south, there was a huge poplar forest, and after passing the poplar forest, about forty or fifty miles, I saw a small clan. Due to the war, the tribe was somewhat ruined from a distance, and there seemed to be a figure shaking inside.

This is where the Qingyang clan's tribe is located, and the people inside should be the guards left behind by the Xixi clan after occupying this place.

"The Qingyang clan is back, everyone is ready to meet the enemy!" a young man kept repeating this sentence as he walked among the Qingyang clan. He was supposed to be a sentry of the Xixi Clan, delivering news to the clansmen who were looting in every house of the Qingyang Clan.

When everyone in Xixi heard the news, they all put down the loot in their hands for the time being, hurriedly picked up the spear leaning aside, and gathered to prepare to resist the enemy.

Wait for the night to come. The people of the Xixi Clan had already set up a formation in a clearing on the outskirts of the Qingyang Clan under the leadership of the two elders of the headquarters.

"The two elders, the one who rode the green-maned dragon horse, killed the Commander. "Someone in the Xixi clan saw that the night was not closed, so they immediately reported it to the two old men.

"The Gushan Clan has never been an enemy of the Royal Dragon Clan, why do they embarrass us?" spoke to an elder of the Xixi Clan, his name was Yan Qianli, dressed in gray linen clothes and holding an iron spear. Although his beard is white and he is old, his eyes are still shining brightly, and there is no malaise.

The Xixi clan tribe is not much larger than the Qingyang clan, and the number of people is about seven or eight hundred at most, and there are only four elders and five unifications. The "Four Elders" are the four most respected elders in the Xixi tribe. In the tribe, every hundred men with combat effectiveness are divided into a commander, and then the best people in the tribe with good martial arts cultivation are selected to serve as the leaders of each commander. Not only the Xixi clan, but any tribe in the world at this time is also divided in this way. Under normal circumstances, the commanders only obey the orders of the chief of the tribe. However, in times of war, when the chief is unable or unable to take care of it, one or several elders of the tribe will assume the position of the chief commander, and on the battlefield, the commander of each commander is directly under the unified command of the general commander. The two elders of the Xixi clan are the two great commanders who were left behind after the tribe conquered the Qingyang clan and were responsible for the aftermath.

"A few months ago, when the Grand Leader of the Gushan Clan and the elders were out, the Imperial Dragon Clan led his troops to attack the main headquarters of the Gushan Clan, and it is said that the Grand Leader of the Yulong Clan personally led the troops, and he also personally killed the great wizard of the Gushan Clan. Another elder of the Xixi clan also spoke. He had gray hair and looked much younger than Zen Chiri. This person's name is Yan Wubian, he doesn't have any weapons in his hand, and he is one of the four elders of Xixi like Yan Qianli.

"If the Imperial Dragon Clan had sent someone before, I would have given him some thin noodles. Now we have formed an offensive and defensive covenant with the Gushan clan, and swear to be the alliance of the Tsugatake River. If the backer clan is here, it will not let my Xixi clan lose!" Thousands of miles coldly looked at the night in the crowd of Qingyang clans opposite, and the murderous opportunity suddenly appeared.

"That Yulong clan kid killed the leader of my tribe, didn't wait for us to find him, but sent it to the door himself, Brother Qianli waited for the time being, I went to carry his head to sacrifice my nephew!" Looking at the young man of the Royal Dragon Clan riding a dragon horse in the other camp, he felt a little more contempt in his heart. He thought that his own cultivation was more than enough to deal with this young man.

"Although that child is still young, you can't be careless when facing the enemy. Seeing the contempt on his face, he hurriedly reminded him.

Hearing this, Yan Wubian nodded, but the contempt on his face did not decrease but increased, and he walked out of his camp with his hands on his back.

"The other party's little child of the Royal Dragon Clan, hurry up and sign up for death!" Fen Wubian left his own camp and walked forward ten steps away to stand, and shouted to the other party with the help of his aura.

There was not the slightest reaction in the Qingyang clan's camp, and they all quietly stared at the arrogant tribal elder on the other side.

"Then the little boy of the Royal Dragon Clan, hurry up and sign up to die!" Seeing that the other party did not react, Yan Wubian took a few steps forward and shouted.

The Qingyang clan was still as calm as water, and no one replied.

"That boy riding a dragon horse is coming and sign up for death!" Boundless was annoyed, and shouted again as he galloped forward twenty or so paces.

"Old man, your female cat's name is Chun, aren't you tired over and over again?" Ye Bushu finally replied with a smile, and everyone in the Qingyang clan laughed when they heard this.

"Bold maniac, dare to be so rude when he is dying, faster than the old man to get out and die!" No matter how much he is a respected elder in the tribe, how can he have suffered such humiliation for decades, just this sound made him angry, and he stared at a pair of old eyes and rushed towards the location where Ye Bushu was.

"Boundless brother, he deliberately provokes you, don't be angry!" Seeing this, Yan Qianli hurriedly shouted. But where could the boundless anger be heard, and he still ran quickly into the night.

Closer, closer......

Ye Bu looked at the boundless from far to near, estimating the appropriate kill distance, and at the same time secretly lifting his breath between his hands.

"Youyue Clan will come to kill you at night!" Finally, with the neighing sound of Ryoma, Yebu retracted the array, and frantically urged Ryoma to meet the boundless world that was not far away.

The speed of the boundless is not as fast as Ryoma, and he didn't expect that Ye Buhui would suddenly attack, and more importantly, he has a slight enemy mentality. At this time, seeing that the other party was attacking him like an arrow from the string, he was confused for a while, and when he reacted, he had received a fatal blow to the back of his head. I only felt that everything was stagnant here, and time became eternal at this moment, and I fell to the ground unwillingly with my eyes open in anger.

The people of the Qingyang Clan saw that they had killed an elder of the Xixi Clan in just one round, and they instantly rejoiced!

Ye didn't take a single blow, and without saying much, he immediately collected the reins of the horse and returned to the Qingyang Clan's array.

Facing the enemy in battle, relying not only on his extraordinary martial arts cultivation, but also on his outstanding wisdom. When the enemy first comes, no one can know the exact strength of the other party, and at this time, whoever underestimates the enemy will definitely lose. At the beginning, Ye Buhui sensed that the other party had the intention of despising the enemy, so he kept silent in the midst of several aggressive shouts from the other party to be paralyzed. Seeing that the other party was rushing towards him angrily, he lost no time in urging the dragon horse to come out, and he staggered past with the boundless fan. smashed the back of his head with a counterpunch filled with aura, and finally made the opponent fatal.

In fact, when he was rushing towards him in a rage, he could see that his cultivation was between the first or second order of Shenwu, and his strength was not as good as his own. If the two of them really fight and duel in front of the two armies, the final defeat will definitely be boundless, but at that time, the night will not be unscathed. The reason why it was so painstaking was because there was still an elder in the opposing camp. If he is injured, let alone driving the enemy for the Qingyang clan, I am afraid that his net worth and life will also be put into it.

If you can look at the doorway, if you can't look at it, you can only watch the excitement. Although he is not young, he can only be regarded as the latter. Seeing that this young man of the Royal Dragon Clan riding a dragon horse had killed his clan brother with the Divine Martial Realm in just one round, he immediately had a retreat in his heart.

After retreating, he no longer had the intention of fighting, and then fled in a hurry with his clansmen.

The Xixi clan's sudden retreat was unexpected, he didn't expect that the white-haired old man, who was an elder of the tribe, would have such a poor psychological quality, nor did he expect that he didn't see that he had killed his clan brother by stratagem, and he became a frightened bird in just this battle.

After Ye Buhui came to his senses, he immediately ordered Mu Pestle to send some people to feign a pretend pursuit for a while, so as not to suspect the enemy.

drove out the Xixi clan, and the people of the Qingyang clan finally returned to their tribe. Although the mood was joyful, it was already late afternoon at this time, and everyone was hungry. After a brief inspection of the tribe, he found that there were still some prey that had not been looted away by the Xixi clan and some sheep and pigs in captivity in his tribe. Mu Pestle was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately ordered the tribesmen to slaughter some of the people who did not accept them for the night, and sent some people to pick up the women, children, and old people who had escaped.

Dayan was held in the tribal chamber, and the wooden pestle and the elders sat down with the guests and hosts who did not receive the night, and each person had a table, and the banquet was happy.

"Our big wall needs to be reinforced, and the fence of the gate needs to be repaired. Although the Xixi clan retreated, they will definitely fight back again, and we must make all preparations, and we can't let them enter as easily as last time. During the banquet, the wooden pestle suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and said worriedly.

All the elders of the Xixi clan nodded when they heard this, and said yes again and again.

"If the big leader of the wooden bottle is still alive, let alone his Xixi clan, even if the five major tribes in the world come, we will not be afraid of him! But God is jealous of talent, so he can ...... at a young age" Mu Pestle said and hid his face and sobbed.

"The great leader of the wooden bottle seized the creation of heaven and earth, cultivated to the ninth order of the Holy Martial Realm, looking at the world, there are a few people who can have such cultivation, but it is a pity that he has not been able to survive the heavenly tribulation, so that my Qingyang clan will no longer have anyone to protect him!"

"Elders, now there is not a single martial artist in my Qingyang clan, if the foreign clan invades again, who can stop it?" Mu Pestle wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and got up and asked.

"This ......" the elders looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"The Night Young Man has a unique skill, and he has the grace to recreate us, I am willing to give up the position of the big leader and be taken over by the Night Young Hero, I don't know what everyone thinks?"

"Wood Chief, how can I, as an outsider, take on such a heavy responsibility!" Mu Pestle's sudden words not only shocked all the clansmen, but also made Ye Wei unexpected.

"I think this is feasible, for example, the five major tribes are not at peace today, let alone those of us who live in the cracks. If there is no one with excellent cultivation to be the leader, I am afraid that it will soon be swallowed up!" said one of the elders, who also stood up.

"What are the five major tribes, and among them are the Imperial Dragon Clan?" Ye Bushu heard this for the first time, and was immediately curious.

"Don't you know, young man?" asked the old man in confusion.

"Ye Mou grew up in the Youyue clan since he was a child, and he only knew that there were two big tribes around his tribe, 'Backer' and 'Royal Dragon', but they were the five major tribes that had never heard of the world. Ye Bushu said.

"I see, the young heroes of the Jiuli Alliance should have heard of it, right?" Mu Pestle heard this, and then took over the conversation and asked.

"Of course I know. Ye Bushu nodded back.

"Then the other four are the four existences that are not inferior to the Jiuli clan. The Jiuli tribe is in the east of the world, with the largest number of tribes and the first place in strength. The second is the Xiong clan who lives on the edge of Jishui, and the strength can be ranked second. It is the Shennong clan on the edge of Jiangshui again, and its strength can rank third. The wooden pestle paced, three fingers stretched out of his hand.

Ye Bu nodded in understanding, and did not interrupt the words of the wooden pestle.

"In fourth place is the Lieshan clan of Zhudi, and the last one is the Gonggong clan of the Emperor Hill domain. Among the five major tribes, the Jiuli tribe is the most powerful and has the most sophisticated weapons, causing some small tribes to defect to them, and the Gushan clan is one of them. My Qingyang clan is not well-known, and there is no master to lead it, so if it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will soon be swallowed up. Please also ask the night young man to think twice and take over my position as the commander of Qingyang. After the wooden pestle finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the night, his eyes full of anticipation.