The sky was slightly bright, and Zishu woke up from her meditation, and after she had eaten breakfast briefly, Chizuru's voice sounded outside the tree hole.

"Tianjiao, the warriors of our clan are ready. ”

Hearing this, Zishu walked out of the small tree hole quickly, came to the entrance of the tree hole, bowed slightly towards Qianhe, and said, "Okay, I'll go down now." ”

After she finished speaking, she reached out and pulled the vine next to her, and with a kick under her feet, the vine swayed, and her figure fell quickly downward.

It was much faster to go down than to come up, and after a while, Zishu grabbed the vine, jumped down, and landed firmly on the ground.

In the open space below the ancestral tree, there were already many warriors standing at this time.

When they came back yesterday, they heard that Tianjiao had come to challenge them.

I was waiting here early this morning.

Chizuru landed, and the wings behind him disappeared.

"Tianjiao, please. ”

The warriors separated, and he took Zishu with him to the middle of the open space in front of him.

At this time, in the middle of the clearing, there were already twenty fighters, waiting there.

These warriors all have a feather on their heads.

In front of them, there was a middle-aged man standing, and above his head, he was wearing a hat, and around the hat, more than a dozen feathers were inserted.

Zishu's gaze, somewhat uncontrollably, looked towards the long feathers.

This hat must be uncomfortable to wear, right??

When the middle-aged man saw Zishu coming, he bowed his head slightly, and said, "I am the patriarch of the Yunfeng tribe, Yunfeng Huan, and the twenty warriors behind me are all under thirty.

According to the rules of the Great Wilderness, if Tianjiao wins, you have the final say on the life and death of the twenty of them. ”

Zishu hugged his fist towards the Yunfeng Patriarch and said, "Qingyan Zishu, I hope you forgive me for disturbing it."

If I lose, the Tianjiao battle order in my hand will belong to you.

If I win by luck, I don't want their lives, I hope that the Cloud Wind Patriarch can prepare three high-grade spirit grasses for me. ”

"Good. ”

The Cloud Wind Patriarch nodded in response, waved his hand around, and stepped aside.

The surrounding warriors quickly retreated to the rear, leaving the field to them.

As soon as these people retreated, the twenty warriors opposite Zishu conjured wings one after another.

Zishu didn't wait for them to fly, and the moment they conjured their wings, he exchanged his hands and quickly slapped towards them.

Netherworld Thousand Phantom Palms

Hundreds of palm prints, layer upon layer, towards the opposite warrior.

Yun Fenghe saw the palm print flying towards him, and the long sword in his hand swung out, and the sword light slashed out, directly through the palm print, and slashed towards the opposite side.

Dreamland?

Just as he was stunned, two more palm prints slapped towards him one after another.

He probably thought that this palm print was fake, and the movement in his hand was a step slower, but he instinctively swung a sword.

Unfortunately, when the sword was chopped down, the palm print was fake.

Sure enough, it's fake

Just as he was thinking this, another palm print struck, and he instinctively turned his body sideways, and with a bang, it slapped directly on his shoulder.

A black palm print immediately appeared on his shoulder.

His arm went numb, and the long sword in his hand clanged and fell to the ground.

Then he was dizzy, and his wings disappeared, and his eyes closed and he fell to the ground.

Zishu's palms kept patting out, because there were palm prints that were illusory.

From time to time, sword lights, sword lights, and spear shadows attacked her.

She moved under her feet, her figure kept changing positions, and with a single palm of her bare hand, the knife light collided with her palm, and the knife light dissipated, and her hand was not damaged at all.

The warrior on the opposite side slashed out with a sword light, a look of shock appeared on his face, and a palm print slapped on his chest, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Before fainting, he was still thinking, this person must have a special inscription on his hand, otherwise how could there be nothing at all?

You must know that although he did not comprehend the sword intent, he also comprehended the sword momentum......

Bang bang bang

One after another, fighters fell.

This battle, contrary to the expectations of everyone in the Yunfeng Tribe, started only for a dozen breaths, and the twenty elite warriors they fell before they could fly.

"It's over so soon?"

The surrounding Yunfeng warriors, looking at the slender green figure, their eyes were full of incredulity.

These twenty warriors are all the elite of their tribe.

There are two of them who are still mortals, and they haven't made a big move yet, so why is it over?

"Hey, what kind of martial arts is she, so powerful?" Chizuru also said in surprise.

He still remembered that when he met Zishu a few years ago, Zishu at that time was not high in cultivation.

Why is it so powerful in the blink of an eye?

This palm technique alone is no worse than the Tianjiao of their tribe.

"Her martial arts are illusory, real and false, very psychedelic, and most importantly, there is poison in the palm prints. ”

Although the comprehension of the palm is only one percent, however, this palm technique is indeed very good.

Yun Feng Huan thought of the scene just now when Zishu split the sword light with his bare hands, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his physical defense was also very strong.

In addition, this little girl took the lead and took the lead, and they didn't lose unjustly.

At such an age, with such scheming, if you don't die, your future achievements will be extraordinary.

The Yunfeng Patriarch turned his head to Qian He and ordered, "You go to the Great Elder and ask for three high-grade spirit grasses and twenty middle-grade spirit grasses to be sent over." ”

"Yes"

Chizuru answered, and with a flap of the wings behind him, the person flew towards the ancestral tree in the sky.

After a while, Chizuru flew back, and he handed a bag of animal skins to the patriarch.

Yun Feng came to Zishu, handed the animal skin bag in his hand to Zishu, and said kindly: "These are the three high-grade spirit grasses that Tianjiao wants, and the remaining twenty middle-grade spirit grasses are to wish Tianjiao to obtain the position of Tianjiao City Lord." ”

Zishu took the animal skin bag, took out a few jade boxes from it, opened it and glanced at it, it was indeed three high-grade spirit grasses and twenty intermediate spirit grasses, but unfortunately, they couldn't be planted.

However, it is still possible to use it to make soup.

"Thank you Patriarch Yunfeng for your generous gift. ”

Zishu arched his hand towards Yun Fenghuan, and was about to say goodbye and leave.

Yun Feng Huan opened his mouth and suggested: "My clan Tianjiao has also gone to participate in the Tianjiao battle, if Tianjiao encounters it, you might as well join forces with my clan Tianjiao." ”

Zishu's fingers rubbed the animal skin bag and asked, "Who is your Tianjiao?"

"Yunfeng Pengyu, he has a cyan feather on his head, which is very recognizable. Yun Feng said with a smile.

"I see, farewell. ”

She didn't say yes, but she didn't say no either.

Zishu arched his hand towards the Cloud Wind Patriarch and Qianhe, put the animal skin bag in his hand into the space bag, turned around and walked towards the outside of the dense forest.

"After an hour, they'll wake up, they'll have a day off, and they'll be fine. ”

After she left, the voice came into Yun Fenghuan's mind.

This is the poison she specially prepared to deal with the Yunfeng Warriors, which does not hurt her life, but she is unconscious.