Of course, Ye Feng didn't know who these guys were, and the most important thing was that the two sides couldn't communicate at all.

"I knew that I wouldn't kill them all. ”

Ye Feng was a little puzzled, if the remaining few people didn't kill, maybe there would be someone who knew the Divine Mind Communication Technique, so that he could smoothly know what kind of person the other party was.

"It shouldn't matter. ”

Lin Shiqing frowned slightly on the side: "Since someone has entered this temple, there should be a lot of them nearby, it is very likely that the Saar tribe has been ...... by this group of people."

"No, hurry back!"

Ai Shiyuan also said with some worry on the side, his face changed from joy at the beginning to nervous fear.

If the Sal tribe really fell into the hands of this group of guys, no one knew what the current situation would be like for Lu Dao, after all, for the group of people in front of them, they had never seen anything they had ever seen before, whether it was Ye Feng or Ai Shiyuan.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng didn't hesitate, the Dragon Sword Jue's true qi urged, causing the Angry Thunder Yang God to turn into a big eagle again, and then let everyone all step on its back, and then flutter its wings and fly.

The location of the ancient temple is not far from the Sal tribe.

The Angry Thunder Sun God fluttered his wings and flew away, and in a moment he came two or three kilometers outside the Sal tribe.

Then Ye Feng let the eagle that the Yang God turned into land and let everyone wait here, and he himself flew in the direction of the Sal tribe alone, and the imperial envoy passed the dragon sword.

Although the Angry Thunder Yang God could be used in battle, Ye Feng didn't want it to suffer any damage, after all, the Angry Thunder Yang God was the same as the Immortal Cultivator himself, and he only had one "life".

Once the Angry Thunder Yang God is defeated, then Ye Feng will have no Yang God, and if he wants to have a Yang God, he can only recondense.

The Yang God is not fixed, each immortal cultivator can condense more than one Yang God, but at the same time can only have one Yang God, and the more you get to the end, the more difficult it is to condense a high-quality Yang God.

On the contrary, for the first time, condensing the Yang God was the most relaxed.

Therefore, if it is not necessary, no one will recklessly use the Yang God to fight.

Unless like Ye Feng, if he let the Yang God stay on the earth, he could let him protect Long Xuan'er and them, after all, there are only a handful of people on the earth who can defeat his Yang God.

Except for those who are in the Hidden Shaolin.

Ye Feng thought of those old monks in his heart, although he had a friendly relationship with them now, this was only temporary, in the final analysis, the other party was not his own person.

Only by increasing one's own strength can Ye Feng be most reassured.

Let the Angry Thunder Sun God stand with everyone and hide in a dense jungle outside the Sal tribe, Ye Feng's imperial sword flew towards the Sal tribe.

Ai Shiyuan is very familiar with the landform in this vicinity, and of course he knows where it is most hidden and where it is easier for others to find it.

Whether it is hiding or fleeing, with Ai Shiyuan here, the safety of everyone is still guaranteed.

What's more, Ye Fengyang God is here, even if something happens, it will be a matter of a while for him to rush back.

Everyone also has a responsibility, and that is to guard the young man in the red robe with long sleeves.

The young man was captured by Ye Fengsheng, and he was almost frightened, and at this time, he was watched by Ai Shiyuan, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

Ye Feng walked alone with the sword, and soon came to the sky above the Sal tribe, and his divine sense probed the bottom, and the situation in the Sal tribe made him frown at once.

In the entire tribe, only a few scattered dragon-blooded warriors existed, and the others were all missing, and these scattered dragon-blooded warriors were all tied up and imprisoned in sealed rooms.

In the Thrall tribe at this moment, all the people walking around have become those people in colorful long-sleeved clothes who were solved by Ye Feng in the ancient temple before.

Who are these people?

Ye Feng frowned slightly, feeling that this matter was a little tricky, because the people below were all good at cultivating, although they were not as good as those "elites" who entered the ancient temple, but the key was that there were many people.

In the entire tribe, there are about forty or fifty such guys, searching for something in the tribe, and interrogating the three dragon blood warriors who were caught.

Something must be done.

Ye Feng knew that it was not too late, and the matter in front of him must be understood.

He didn't hesitate, urging the dragon sword technique true qi, illusion sword technique!

The confusing effect of the illusion sword technique is undoubtedly the top among the illusions, relying on the illusion sword technique for stealth, Ye Feng is sure that even if he is an immortal cultivator who is twice as high as him, it is difficult to detect his existence with his divine sense.

Now that there are so many inexplicable guys in the tribe, Ye Feng knows that there must be a leader in the vicinity or in the tribe.

"People must be rescued first. ”

Ye Feng made up his mind, the true qi urged, the illusion swordsmanship!

His figure in the black shirt disappeared from the sky in an instant, and came to the place where the three dragon-blooded warriors of the tribe were trapped.

What made him more puzzled was that the group of people who attacked the Sal tribe had a decent IQ and didn't lock up the three dragon-blooded warriors in one room.

Ye Feng wanted to take all three of them away, and he had to go through a lot of twists and turns.

In the several rooms of the tent, scattered were three scarred dracytes, and a dozen or so long-sleeved men guarding and interrogating them.

These more than ten people have been cultivating for forty or fifty years, and Ye Feng broke into them as if he had entered a no-man's land.

Sword fighting!

Ye Feng didn't hesitate, he urged the true qi with all his strength, and a sword slashed down from top to bottom on the top of the entire tent!

Crashing!

There was a loud bang, and the entire tent collapsed, and in the chaos, those long-sleeved men panicked, and they didn't have the heart to check what happened to the three dragon blood warriors who were caught.

"The IQ of these people really doesn't seem to be very good......"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled slightly, his figure flashed, he threw up a dragon-blood warrior and threw it on his flying sword, and then grabbed the third dragon-blood warrior with one hand, and flew up all of a sudden.

Carrying three people at a time was already Ye Feng's limit, and he not only had to grasp a dragon blood warrior with one hand, but also urge the true qi to condense into a true qi shield to protect the two dragon blood warriors behind him.

Ye Feng's sudden appearance made the eyes of the three dragon blood warriors suddenly light up.

It's the strange young man in black who has something to do with the relics of the ancient gods!

Of course, the dragon blood warriors remembered who turned them into warriors who could cultivate, if it weren't for Ye Feng, they would still be just weak hunters with swords, guns, swords, and sticks.

He appeared, then...... The chief priest who left the tribe a long time ago should have returned!

The three dragon-blooded warriors didn't care about the scars on their bodies, and they became excited one by one.

However, just as Ye Feng Imperial Sword was leaving quickly, a fluttering figure suddenly flew up from the tribe and stopped in front of Ye Feng.

A powerful aura came to your face!