There is no desolation of the city walls and the collapse of the pheasants, but it is more majestic than in memory.

Ji Ji, who only showed a pair of blue eyes all over his body, looked at the majestic city in front of him, and his heart was mixed. He was born and raised here, but the most painful memories of his life also happened in this city!

I'm back! He screamed inwardly, furious but with deep powerlessness.

The Tiger Regiment didn't let themselves come back to wash the Changsha in blood! Before leaving, Ultraman Tiger's advice was still in his ears.

"Ji Ji, I understand the pain in your heart, and I also know that you want to take revenge as soon as possible, but now it is the Overlord of Western Chu who is stationed in the Long Society, and you are not his opponent. You have another mission this time!"

"Merging Hao, it's not all right. I want a fist that can be clenched and can strike with all its might, not those gravel stones that will hold the palm of your hand! If you want to dig away all the sand and stones, bloody combat is the most efficient means!"

Ji Ji looked at the Tiger Luo Long Tao Department led by the old man Yan with an expressionless face, it was a group of guys who seemed to be a little chaotic: a fifth-level martial artist with three inches of Chunguang, and seven or eight low-level martial artists from the Yuan Hao tribe.

Will this be gravel?

Beside him was Tianwen No. 1, who was also a blue-eyed person, and was fiddling with the title nameplate on his battle robe: Tianwen No. 1 of the New Wei Tribe.

Only when the soul nameplate is enshrined in the ancestral shrine of the tribe will the corresponding title nameplate appear on the battle robe.

Like himself, Tianwen No. 1 is also a lonely ghost who has been wandering for many years.

The title nameplate on Jiji's robe is: The New Wei tribe is in tune with Yushun.

The wind is smooth, and it is a new name given to him by the head of the regiment, Ultraman Tiger. In fact, it doesn't matter if it's a cat or a dog, Gigi doesn't care about anything at all except revenge.

The city gate slowly opened, and a group of iron horsemen quickly rushed out, stretching into two black lines to the side, and the big banner of the word "Cang" hunted in the wind.

In the center, a tall warrior, wearing a black iron helmet and leather light armor, rode a black horse with four hooves like snow, and held a giant chiseled gold tiger head spear, like a mortal general.

"Jiji, you've finally enshrined the soul nameplate in the new tribal ancestral shrine!"

Before Ji Ji could answer, a triumphant hoarse voice interjected first: "Canghai Dog Thief, Lao Tzu is the three-inch spring light of Tiger and Long Tao, quickly stretch out the dog's head and let Uncle Ben cut it!"

"Three inches?" The Overlord of Western Chu frowned, he had never seen this martial artist in the Tiger Slightly Longtao before, his combat power looked low, but his arrogance was so arrogant, could it be that he had merged with Xinconghao?

In the army, as a subordinate, before Shangfeng opened his mouth, it was taboo to shout indiscriminately. As the overlord of Western Chu guessed, Sancun Chunguang was originally an old man of the Hao tribe, and he was newly joined by Huluo Longtao. He has been in exile for many years, and he urgently needs words to vent. The old man who was also instructed by Ultraman Tiger did not reprimand, but remained silent.

The difference between people is very big: some people have been rogue for many years, but they are lying on their backs and trying their best to become stronger, while others are tortured by the rogue career, all their courage and fighting spirit are eroded, and only a beak as hard as a duck remains, and the beak cannon is their only weapon!

The overlord of Xichu was too lazy to talk to such a person, he just looked at Ji Ji who was a hundred meters away.

is also a blue-eyed person, standing on the opposite side of the fight, which is a kind of helplessness, but he has some questions: "The New Wei tribe?!Why did you choose this tribe that has long been nailed to the pillar of historical shame?"

"Hahaha......" Ji Ji looked up to the sky and smiled, "I, Ji Ji, is a knife! Wherever the hand holding the knife is waved, the knife will be slashed in which way, and in what tribe, does it matter?"

The overlord of Western Chu looked at Ji Ji for a long time, and the only blue eyes that the other party exposed were madness and killing. The overlord of Western Chu sighed and said coldly: "Knife! Well said, you are a knife! A person without a soul is not worthy of being a martial artist!"

"What do you know? Do you understand my pain?" Gigi's originally rigid tone suddenly sharpened.

The corners of the Xichu Overlord's mouth twitched, but he didn't want to say anything more, and said in a deep voice: "It's useless to talk more, come on!"