The Wind Department is one of the largest tribes in the Ten Divisions of the Eastern Wilderness.

The Iron Forest Department is nominally on the same level as the Wind Ministry, but in fact it is on the edge of the Wind Ministry's sphere of influence. It has always been the snort of the wind and lived.

It's just that the Iron Forest Department is really remote, and there are no special products, and the Wind Department is too lazy to waste its efforts here, so it rarely contacts the Iron Forest Department.

In normal times, Sang Lao would not be so gaffe. It's just that he killed Lin Yuan, and when it comes to Gao Zhengyang's divine soldiers, he is really a little weak-hearted.

"Wait a minute, I'll go see them. Sang Lao said a word, and said to Yue Qingxue and Gao Zhengyang: "You guys deal with it here." ”

Lin Yuan is also a shaman, and it is difficult to say that he was seen dead in the sacrificial hall by outsiders.

After Sang Lao left, Gao Zhengyang looked at the corpse in a daze, "How can this be done, is there any corpse powder?"

"Corpse powder?" Yue Qingxue shook her head slightly, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"Isn't this a must-have treasure for a home trip......" Gao Zhengyang muttered to himself.

Yue Qingxue ignored Gao Zhengyang, she went to the side room next to her to get a hemp bag, and Gao Zhengyang put Lin Yuan in it, and told him to throw it into the hole behind the main hall.

It was a natural cave, seven or eight feet deep, and even in summer, it was as cold as winter. It is generally used to store food.

The situation was urgent, so he threw Lin Yuan there first.

Yue Qingxue and Gao Zhengyang dealt with the bloodstains, and before they could wipe them off, they heard the sound of someone talking outside the door.

Gao Zhengyang didn't want to meet with the people of the Wind Rush. went into the wing room where Yue Qingxue lived alone.

"The temple is really well built. ”

Feng Yuan, who stepped in first, praised, and his eyes wandered around, looking at the situation in the temple.

Sang Lao accompanied him, and his shriveled old face smiled very reservedly, with a little respectful and polite.

The wind spirit and wind Yang who followed behind Feng Yuan were all unimpressed.

The population of the Storm Department is more than 100,000, and the main building of the festival hall is seven feet high, which is extremely magnificent.

This sacrificial hall in the Iron Forest Department is only worthy of being their latrine.

The few guards of the Wind Department at the back were also arrogant. In their eyes, they really don't look down on the Iron Forest Department.

Yue Qingxue walked out of the lobby and nodded slightly at Sang Lao, "Teacher." ”

"This is my true disciple, Yue Qingxue. ”

Sang Lao introduced to Feng Yang.

He said to Yue Qingxue again: "This is the chief teacher of the Wind Source of the Wind Department, the name of the stone sword, and his name is shocking the Eastern Wilderness. ”

Pointing to Feng Yang and Feng Ling, he said: "This is the young patriarch Feng Yang, this is the patriarch's beloved daughter Feng Ling." Xiaoyue, you have to ask these people for advice. ”

Yue Qingxue bowed slightly to Feng Yuan, Feng Yang and the others, and did not speak.

Dressed in black, the moon is light and snowy, with a quiet, mysterious, and ethereal temperament, and there is an extraordinary fairy aura in his demeanor. It's heartbreaking.

Even if she was a little rude, no one thought there was anything wrong.

Feng Yang's eyes were straight, he didn't expect that there was such an outstanding girl in the ravine.

Yue Qingxue has a beautiful appearance, but she is not absolutely beautiful.

There are those in the Wind Department who are more beautiful than her, and even the beauty of the Wind Spirit is better than her.

But her extraordinary temperament is better than a qiē woman Feng Yang has ever seen.

Feng Yang is brave and brave, and Yue Qingxue's eyes are paired, and his heart tightens suddenly, and he wants to say something, but he hesitates and doesn't dare to be reckless.

Feng Yang's nervous gaffe made his sister Feng Ling see it in his eyes.

Feng Ling snorted with some disdain, she was still young, she didn't think Yue Qingxue was so good, she was very dissatisfied with her brother's gaffe.

"Extraordinary, extraordinary. ”

Feng Yuan sincerely admired: "Sang Lao, this disciple, is amazing. ”

Yue Qingxue saw that her aura was only a first-order mage, but Feng Yuan could sense her special aura, which was absolutely extraordinary.

This girl has a bright future.

The small Iron Forest Department actually has such a talent.

Feng Yuan's eyes flashed, and he already had an idea.

"This girl, you must take it away. ”

A strong man is enough to decide the rise and fall of a tribe.

If the Iron Forest Department prospers, it will not be a good thing for the Wind Department.

Take away the light snow of the moon, but it can make the wind department prosperous.

One plus and one subtract, but the difference is thousands of miles.

Feng Yang's mind turned, and when he saw that Feng Yang was a little nervous and cramped, he immediately came up with an idea.

But his face was silent, and he said with a smile: "Since you have come to the sacrifice hall, you must worship the three Holy Emperors." ”

"Please. ”

Worshipping the Holy Emperor is not a trivial matter, and Sang Lao is also a little more solemn.

In the main hall of the sacrificial hall, the three holy emperors of the human race are enshrined.

In the game is the primordial Holy Emperor who is in charge of heaven and earth.

The Primordial Holy Emperor, known as the source of heaven and earth, the foundation of all things, is the source of a qiē.

The Infinite Holy Emperor on the left, the spirit who controls all things. It was he who passed down the spells, and the Terrans had mages and warlocks.

On the right is the True Martial Saint Emperor, controlling life and death. It was he who passed down the martial arts, and the human race mastered the powerful power of martial arts.

The Three Holy Emperors are the supreme gods worshiped by the human race.

Terrans who do not worship the Three Holy Emperors will be regarded as traitors by other Terrans. Everybody gets it.

Under the leadership of Feng Yuan, Feng Yang and Feng Ling respectfully offered incense and bowed.

Feng Yuan is a third-order high-grade martial artist with a keen five senses. As soon as I entered the lobby, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

The cigarettes that fill the room can't be hidden.

Feng Yuan was secretly surprised in his heart, this was the hall to worship the Holy Emperor, the most sacred place of the tribe, how could he kill people here!

"There must be a story in this......"

Feng Yuan felt that there must be something here, and he was even more interested.

Sang Lao said: "A few distinguished guests, coming from afar, must be tired." Go to my room for tea and sit down, and then go to rest after dinner......"

"Sang Lao, don't be too polite. ”

Feng Yuan waved his hand and said: "It's just a mountain road, where will you be tired." ”

As he spoke, Feng Yuan spun around the yard with interest.

Sang Lao was helpless, so he could only accompany him and introduce a few words from time to time.

Feng Yuan turned around for half a circle, came to the door of a room, and stopped curiously, "This is?"

"This is Satsuki's room. ”

"Yes......"

Sang Lao opened his mouth to introduce, and then Feng Yuan had already pushed the door and walked in. Sang Lao had no choice but to follow up.

The west wing where Yue Qingxue lives, the room is not big, only a small hall and bedroom.

Gao Zhengyang sat on a chair in the small hall, and when he saw someone coming in, he stood up unhurriedly.

Gao Zhengyang knew that the other party was running for him.

Avoiding it is not that he is afraid of anything. Just don't like the hassle.

The other party really came to the door, and Gao Zhengyang would not dodge. There's nothing to be afraid of either.

Feng Yuan is tall, with slender limbs, gray hair and thick eyebrows like knives.

The black fish scale iron armor on the body fits the body perfectly. Apparently tailor-made.

It can not only protect the vital points of the body, but also maintain the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent.

Including his clothes and boots, they all have a delicacy that the Iron Forest Department does not have.

Just looking at Fengyuan's dress, Gao Zhengyang knew that the Wind Department had strong financial resources, far better than the Tielin Department.

Judging from the fluctuation of the aura of the wind source, the other party should be a third-order martial artist.

Moreover, the aura is condensed, far stronger than the wolf long wind of the wolf clan. It is the strongest person Gao Zhengyang has ever seen.

"Is he?"

Feng Yuan looked at Gao Zhengyang with a playful expression.

The boy was thin and weak, and his appearance was not good.

It's just that his expression is calm, his eyes are calm, and there are vitality fluctuations on his body, and he is actually a martial artist who has opened up the spiritual aperture, which looks a little interesting.

"This is Gao Zhengyang. Gao Xiang's son. ”

Sang Lao didn't want to talk about Gao Zhengyang's glorious deeds, it was too easy to cause bad associations.

"Oh, it's Gao Xiang's son."

Gao Xiang was very majestic at the beginning, and Fengyuan had also seen Gao Xiang.

If it was Gao Xiang's son, it would not be strange to become a martial artist at this age.

Feng Yuan was originally very suspicious, and there was something wrong with the people in the room.

But Gao Zhengyang's expression was calm, his demeanor was calm and generous, and he was Gao Xiang's son, so he let go of his doubts.

Feng Yuan wanted to leave, but unexpectedly sensed that Gao Zhengyang had a special aura on his body.

"Your father is a true warrior, don't disgrace him. ”

Feng Yuan said, stretched out his hand and patted Gao Zhengyang's shoulder, looking affectionate.

Gao Zhengyang had an intuition that Feng Yuan had no good intentions.

There is a kind of realm in the national arts, which is called the golden wind before the cicada is moved.

It means that the autumn wind has not yet come, and the cicadas have already noticed it first.

Martial artists who have reached this level of spiritual cultivation have a keen intuition for danger.

Before the danger happens, you can have a premonition and avoid it in advance.

Although Gao Zhengyang was invincible in his previous life, his spiritual realm was far behind.

That's why he was ambushed and killed by a nuclear bomb.

Opening the Divine Palace Acupoint in his mind, he may not have reached the level of the golden wind before moving the cicada, but his intuition is already extremely sharp.

As soon as the wind source moved, he felt that something was wrong.

Without waiting for Feng Yuan's palm to fall, Gao Zhengyang had already silently slid back a step, avoiding Feng Yuan's palm.

Feng Yuan was a little surprised, and then laughed dumbly.

Sang Lao was embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "This child has been withdrawn since he was a child, and he is not used to being close to people. Please also ask Mr. Feng to teach Xi not to be surprised. ”

"What's wrong?" the wind spirit behind curiously squeezed in.

Feng Ling's eyes widened, and he looked at Gao Zhengyang with some confusion.

This thin black boy is worse than the slaves of their tribe. I don't know what Uncle Feng likes about him.

Yue Qingxue's room was cramped, and with so many people coming in, the space became cramped.

Sang Lao said: "It's a small place here, so let's go to my room and sit." ”

"Okay. Feng Yuan replied with a smile. He said to Feng Ling: "His father Gao Xiang was famous in the Eastern Wilderness and was a good man. You are all young people, how close you are......"

Waiting for Feng Yuan and Sang Lao to leave, Feng Ling wrinkled his small nose, raised his pointed chin, and said to Gao Zhengyang: "Boy, what is your name?"

The wind spirit has delicate facial features, especially the beautiful apricot eyes, which are particularly watery.

The cyan power suit is extremely exquisite, with cyan leather armor on the outside and a short sword pinned to her waist, which sets off her very heroic.

Gao Zhengyang smiled, compared with a strange girl like Yue Qingxue, this is the real thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in front of her.

Although he has no breasts and no ass, he is better than being young and cute. Especially her arrogance, which makes him find it interesting.

Modern girls almost all have this kind of arrogance.

But in the backward Iron Forest Department, everyone lives very hard. The children here are not arrogant.

It is Tie Yong, the son of Tie Ying, although he is manic, he does not have this arrogance.

The arrogance of the wind spirit made Gao Zhengyang find a familiar taste, and it also made him feel very interesting.

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