Han Yanran in the wooden house, after listening to Ye Fei's words, her face couldn't help but turn a little pale, and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

After being silent for a moment, Han Yanran suddenly looked up at Ye Fei on her face, and then gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, the Han family came to the Southern Xinjiang Mountains two years ago, and the people of the Wu tribe saved me before, and the eldest brother knows the holy son of the Holy Clan. ”

Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, and he also understood at this moment, no wonder Han Yanran was so interested in the tribesmen.

"So, your eldest brother is now within the Holy Clan?" Ye Fei's eyes were calm, and he said in a low voice.

According to the situation we have now, the location of the spiritual spring should be within the holy clan, and there is no doubt that the pace of the eldest young master of the Han family has far surpassed that of Ye Fei, and I am afraid that he will be able to find the spiritual spring soon.

"Well, with the help of the people of the Holy Clan, the eldest brother should be able to find the treasure spring." Han Yanran was not hiding it, and said directly at this time.

Ye Fei snorted lowly, glanced deeply at the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "You are not worried about the safety of your eldest brother when you follow Ye. ”

This woman obviously knew that as long as she knew the people of the Holy Clan in the Southern Xinjiang Mountain Range, there would be no danger, but she just didn't enter the mountain range with the eldest young master of the Han family, obviously for the Han family's action this time, just in case, so she stayed outside.

"I... I am from the Han family. Han Yanran couldn't help but lower her head, and her voice was much weaker.

Ye Fei's face was as usual, and after glancing at the person in front of him again, he didn't say anything, he actually didn't care about these things at all.

No matter what Han Yanran's purpose was, it didn't matter to him, whether it was the Holy Clan or the Han family, there was only one person who stood in his way.

"After tomorrow, you can leave the mountain range, you can't do anything with your strength here." After Ye Fei finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave the wooden house.

"Wait a minute, you... Don't you blame me? Han Yanran had a complicated look on her face, and couldn't help but say loudly.

She followed behind Ye Fei, she was indeed afraid that the Ye family would get the treasure spring in his Han family, and she thought that Ye Fei would directly attack her after knowing about it, but she really didn't expect that what she got in exchange was just such a sentence.

"Did you do something wrong?" Ye Fei didn't turn around, and after finishing speaking, he immediately pushed open the door and walked out of the wooden house.

As Han Yanran said, she is a member of the Han family, and under no circumstances, there is no reason to help outsiders find the spiritual spring, which is naturally understandable with Ye Fei's heart.

Inside the wooden house, Han Yanran was completely stunned, tears flashed faintly in her eyes, and the only thing that echoed in her mind at this moment was Ye Fei's last sentence.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed quickly......

After Ye Fei left the wooden house last night, he came to the edge of the tribe, as if waiting for the arrival of the people of the Holy Clan.

The morning sun rose slowly, the soft morning light sprinkled like a mountain range, Ye Fei slowly opened his eyes from his cultivation, his eyes were restrained, and then he slowly stood up and looked into the depths of the jungle in the distance.

Behind him, the tribe Ah Gong and Han Yanran walked out of the tribe at some point, and they were slowly walking towards Ye Fei at this moment.

"Mr. Ye, Miss Han has already told Lao Yu about last night's incident, and this matter is my Wu clan that has affected you." The tribe Ah Gong stepped forward and raised his hand respectfully towards Ye Fei.

He has lived in the southern Xinjiang mountain range for so long, and he has guessed a lot of things, and after Han Yanran's explanation, this old man also understood in an instant.

"It's okay, Ye Mou has a grudge against the people of the Holy Clan, and the black witchcraft on your clan, I will help them clear it before I leave." Ye Fei smiled lightly, turned around and nodded to the old man.

When the tribe Ah Gong heard this, his face suddenly showed gratitude, and the whole person seemed to suddenly become a lot more relaxed, and a strange aura suddenly emanated from his body, and at the same time, he raised his hand again and bowed to Ye Fei.

A fine light flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the tribe grandfather, the two looked at each other, and the old man behind him smiled and nodded lightly at him.

At this time, Han Yanran wanted to say something, but after seeing Ye Fei, she didn't know how to speak for a while, so she could only stand aside silently.

"Where is the Wu Clan's Ah Gong, the White Envoy of the Holy Clan is here, and the whole clan is not quick to come out and kneel to greet him!" A loud voice came from the mountains and forests in the distance, and instantly spread throughout the entire tribe.

And in the entire tribal valley, except for Ye Fei and the three of them, no one walked out at this time.

A smile appeared on the face of the tribe grandfather, and at this time, he slowly walked from the rear to the front of the mountain, standing in front of the three of them, his gaze was far away, and he stared away.

"The old man is here, according to the tribal agreement, if it is not for the Holy Son to come in person, the old man can greet him alone." The attitude of the tribe Ah Gong was neither humble nor arrogant, and he only raised his hand to the front at the same time after speaking.

As soon as his words fell, a powerful aura suddenly swept from the front, instantly enveloping the entire tribe.

In the eyes of the three of them, a man whose whole body was wrapped in a white robe and whose face was as pale as snow suddenly appeared in mid-air, followed by several tall Saint Clan people.

The white-robed man's strength is obviously not bad, and the aura that sweeps around him is undoubtedly emanating from this person.

"Bold, who gave you the courage to speak like this to Ben?" The white-robed face showed obvious displeasure, and without waiting for the person below to respond, a black mist shot out when he raised his hand.

The mist quickly condensed and turned into a sharp dagger, with a whistling sound, pointing directly at the chest of the tribal grandfather.

"White robe, the old man has endured you for a long time, using black witchcraft to poison the people of my clan, do you think the old man doesn't know!" The tribe grandfather shouted, and the deadwood staff in his hand suddenly lifted, and an invisible aura condensed in front of him.

The mist dagger approached, and it dissipated under the impact, as if it had been melted.

Ye Fei's eyes on the side flashed slightly, he raised his eyes to look at the grandfather in front of him, carefully observing the changes in this old man's body, and his face couldn't help but flash a look of surprise.

The power of Fang Cai's white robe was at least equivalent to the full force of a transformation realm powerhouse, and this old man was able to easily block it, which was really beyond Ye Fei's expectations.

"Hmph, what do you know, if it weren't for the mercy of the Holy Son, you slave people would have survived until now?" The white robe snorted coldly, and his face became more and more cold.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand at the same time to signal, and the few Saint Clan Masters behind him immediately flashed, and they actually rushed down at the same time.

"They belong to the same lineage, our clan is not your slave, even if you fight for your life today, you will kill a few people from your holy clan to relieve the hatred in your heart." The tribe Ah Gong shouted angrily, and the robe on his body was windless.

He raised the deadwood cane in his hand and drew a strange pattern in mid-air, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed in an instant.

This method of instantly increasing strength, Ye Fei has also seen the black evil cast before, but the methods of the two are completely different, this tribe Ah Gong seems to have detonated all the power in his body, and overdrawn his life to exert it.

"After this battle, the power of reluctance in his body will completely explode." Ye Fei looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but whisper.

When Han Yanran on the side heard this, her face suddenly showed an anxious look and she immediately asked, "You mean he will die?" ”

Ye Fei nodded slightly, this kind of overdraft of life, even if it is in the body of this tribe's father, without that power of reluctance, it is estimated that his life will not be guaranteed after he is cast.

After Han Yanran listened, the true qi in her body immediately worked, and she was ready to rush forward directly, this matter started because of her, she must not watch the people of the Wu clan die in front of her.

"You're not even an opponent of that white-robed man's men, rushing up indiscriminately will only add to the chaos." Ye Fei raised his hand and waved, and a burst of energy came out of his hand, restricting Han Yanran's figure.

"Ye Fei, you let me go, I am a member of the Han family, and those Saint Clan people don't dare to kill me!" Han Yanran's whole body was full of true qi, and while she was constantly struggling, she shouted angrily at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei ignored this woman, but raised his head and fell on the tribal grandfather, and a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

As early as just now, Ye Fei had already seen that this old man walked out of the tribe today with the determination to die, and after so many years of forbearance, he finally broke out, which showed his hatred for the people of the Holy Clan.

Only those who truly understand the power of giving up can understand the mood of the tribal grandfather at the moment, the feeling of being devoured alive, and there are a few people in this world who have really felt it.

"He has his choice..."Ye Fei muttered in a low voice, with a sense of helplessness in his voice, which was also the reason why he didn't make a move immediately.

Han Yanran, who was in the back, couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she heard this, and at the same time she looked up into the air, her eyes focused on the old man.

As she looked at it, the tribe Ah Gong at this time let out a wild laugh, and his shot was extremely powerful, and the dead wood staff in his hand was like turning into a sharp sword, fighting the four holy clan people with the strength of one person, and it didn't seem to be inferior.

In the middle of the air in front of him, the white-robed man who had not made a move suddenly snorted coldly at this moment, and said something in his mouth, and his hands quickly pinched and raised his hand to go a little down.

On his body, a strange aura suddenly erupted, and with the finger of the white-robed man, the tribe Ah Gong below suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the momentum on the whole person instantly weakened a lot.

"The people of the slave tribe dare to do it in front of the envoy, and they are simply asking for their own death." The white-robed man showed disdain, and he was ready to strike again.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body couldn't help but tremble, only to feel a majestic force instantly envelop his figure, this aura was so strong that he had never seen it in his life.

Before he could react, an indifferent figure appeared in his sight, and this young man, who had been directly ignored by him, actually stood up in the air at this time and stood not far in front of him.