Feng Qingyang raised his head, and the eyes that were covered by eyelashes instantly released essence.

Looking at the big fist that came in front of him, he just raised his hand casually, and caught one of them in Wumeng's terrified gaze, and at the same time used a slight force in his hand, just a slight pinch, and he heard a click.

There was a cry of pain, followed by a beautiful parabola across the sky, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and in an instant, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Clapping his hands, the wind is clear and casual with a touch of clothes, and he came to Udo with a brush, smiling, looking very bright, and his clear eyebrows make it easy for others to have a good impression of him, but this smile can be described as extremely strange for Udo at this time.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face was extremely ugly, he looked back at Wumeng, who couldn't get up from the ground for a long time, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and struggled to squeeze out a smile, but this smile was more ugly than crying in the eyes of the wind and Qingyang.

"Big ...... Big...... Big brother!" Udo wept and wailed, in addition to fear, there was a hint of flattery on his face, and this change was so fast that even if the wind was clear, he was a little surprised.

"Big brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so fierce to you, I knew that you were so powerful, big brother, I wouldn't be so fierce. As he spoke, the flattery on his face became even stronger.

Feng Qingyang was sick to his stomach, almost vomited, and turned his head in a hurry, as if he didn't want to see Udo's disgusting face, and just as he turned his head, a crazy roar suddenly sounded beside him.

"Die, if you meet Uncle Udo, you deserve to be in bad luck!" Then, a sound of breaking the air sounded, and a huge and incomparable force came from the side, just by feeling, I was afraid that a single punch could smash a monk in the early stage of foundation building into a meat pie.

"Die...... the madness of the voice became more violent, and the wind was clear, as if he had never seen it, and turned slowly, and the moment he turned around, the fist just smashed into his chest.

Bang...... A muffled snort sounded, but it was not the wind clear, but Udo, who had fallen into a short sluggishness, his eyes bulged, all in disbelief, just when he was wondering, he felt a powerful anti-shock force in his hand, and then flew up with a bang.

That feeling in the clouds and fog really made him feel wonderful, but what he was thinking about at this time was not that wonderful feeling, but a sharp pain came, recalling the punch before, only to feel that it hit an iron plate, and the strength of the shock almost shattered his muscles and veins.

Then it was dark in front of him, and he was about to faint, but even if he wanted to faint, he couldn't, and at the moment when he wanted to close his eyes, he suddenly saw the person he least wanted to see now.

It was none other than Feng Qingyang, who flew over, and his big hand was like an iron tong, pinching Udo's and lifting it up by the neck, without looking at it, picking it up and smashing it to the ground with a bang.

I don't know how long it took for him to stop, looking at the Umeng Udo in front of him who looked like a puddle of mud, the wind was clear and happy, he seemed to be cathartic.

If ordinary people were smashed by him like this, I am afraid that they would have become meat cakes long ago, but the people of this great witch clan are very strong in themselves, and the wind is clear and does not use force, it seems terrifying, but in fact it is gentle.

"You ...... Tell me if I'm an uncle?" said that, grinning again, two sharp fangs suddenly revealed, flickering with cold light in the dim world, looking very dazzling.

Umon Udo glanced at each other, and there was no arrogance on his face, only fear and horror, but if you looked closely, you would see that there was a hint of awe in it.

That is the awe of the strong, no matter where you are, no matter what race, as long as you are strong, you can be respected, even if Feng Qingyang is a zombie, but one day, when he can be strong enough to cover the sky with one hand, then no one will dare to shout and kill him!

"You're an uncle...... You are our uncle!" This time, the two of them were completely convinced, and they didn't dare to think about it, but when they looked at the unconscious disciples of the ten major sects on the side, their faces suddenly became a little abnormal.

Of course, Feng Qingyang saw this in his eyes, but he didn't break it, pretending not to know.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"You are the one our patriarch has appointed to find, it is said that you are the child of fate, and we know that there are only so many, and we are only minions in the tribe, otherwise we would not have done such drudgery to find people. Udo cried with a sad face, and said in an ugly way.

"Son of fate?" Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was shocked, and he was the son of fate, what is this son of fate, and why do the people of the Wuzhen tribe call him the son of fate.

Doubts in his heart, but he affirmed a thought, compared to himself in this realm bead, I am afraid that there is still this unknown secret, the two parties are confused, but those old foxes who are very hidden are well aware.

"Take me to your patriarch. After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to go to the tribe of the Wu clan first, he believed that his life would never be in danger, after all, he was still the son of fate in their mouths.

Then he turned around, glanced at the disciples of the ten major sects next to him, thought for a long time, and with a flick of his fingers, a gray point of light appeared in the corner of his neck in an instant, if he didn't look carefully, he would definitely not be able to see it.

Leaving his mark to make it easier to find them in the future, he then picked up Umeng Udo with one hand and said, "Where do you go first?"

"Now...... I can't go ...... yet."

"Why?"

"The tribe is at war, and now it is already a chaotic situation, the tribe has opened its defense, if we go like this, we will definitely be besieged and killed halfway, and this is the battlefield, it is said that the Wuzhen tribe on the opposite side of the Tianwei Mountain Range has been killed. ”

Speaking of which, Feng Qingyang completely understands that the Umeng Udo in his hand is just a little minion, otherwise he wouldn't let them do such a thing.

"Take me to the center of the battlefield......" Feng Qingyang's face sank, and he said silently, if you can't go to the tribe, then you can only go to the battlefield, and only there can you find the news you want.

"But ......"

"Don't do that much!"

Then, under the guidance of the two of them, Feng Qingyang flew quickly in this plain, turning around in the air, and suddenly flew far away, and on the way, he also met many other people from the Wu tribe, but they were all broken by his punch.

Flesh and blood flying, bathing in blood and moving forward, it seems that all the people of the Great Witch Heavenly Clan are not the enemies of his move, and the more he goes to the back, even he is confused.

"Did I overestimate their strength?" muttered on his lips, but in his heart, he recalled the battle with the Great Witch Son and the Holy Maiden in the Heavenly Danger Mountain Range, and it didn't seem to be so good, and the Holy Maiden was even more powerful.

In the land of the Wu Clan, there are not only powerful people from the Great Wu Heavenly Clan, but also many great wild beasts, such as the big shark that has appeared like a bird but not a bird.

Speeding all the way, more and more people were killed, and it seemed that he was about to enter the inner circle of the battlefield, and suddenly, his body that was originally flying in a straight line made a ninety-degree turn in mid-air, and escaped into the ground with a brush.

With a wave of his hand, between the surge of mana, he quickly arranged an enchantment, hiding himself in it, his face was solemn, and he was even a little frightened.

"Jindan is powerful, but he is not from the Wuzhen tribe!" muttered to himself, looking at Wumeng Wuduo, who was already frightened to the point of losing his soul beside him.

"Are you on the edge of the battlefield?"