"What evidence do you have?"

The old patriarch said, Yang Zhie was stunned. It was the first time for him to prove that I was my thing.

I wanted to ignore it, but when I saw the black dragon staring in front of me, and when I saw the same expression around me, even more angry villagers, Yang Zhi'er instantly realized that this was probably an obstacle for me.

He had already seen the origin of these people, and it should be the descendants of his guards back then. Although he did not take their lives seriously from the bottom of his heart, if he let them ignore the situation, they might become the last straw that crushed him.

But if they can take the power of these people for their own use, they will not only be able to deal with the great enemy. At least for now, they will have no reason to stop themselves.

Thinking of this, he simply took out a seal from his ragged clothes and threw it directly into the direction of the old patriarch.

"Do you still recognize this?"

The old objects that Yang Zhi'er had been wearing for many years. Just holding this thing in his hand made the old patriarch feel a bone-broken coldness.

But he didn't care, and he dipped the blood on the ground and poked it directly on his body. There were a few vague blood words on his plain clothes - Yang, the envoy of Bozhou Xuanwei.

The old man's word of mouth made the old patriarch confirm Yang Zhi'er's identity at once. But...

If he really recognizes this ancestor and gives him another person who can stool and pee on his head? He doesn't have such a big deal.

He snorted coldly, and then quietly hid the seal into his sleeve. The old patriarch glared directly at Yang Zhi'er and shouted at him.

"You demon who came out of nowhere is so brave. You dare to steal the treasures of our Poison Dragon Village and pretend to be the ancestor of our Poison Dragon Village! The clansmen, take it down! Don't let it escape!"

As soon as these words were said, the tribes around him were both confused and pretending to be confused. When they saw this situation, Aaron was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but shouted in his heart.

Although he looked down on the ruthless manner of the old patriarch who was willing to sacrifice his own daughter for power, he had to admit that it was precisely because of his ruthlessness that the possibility of the ancestor subjugating them was eliminated.

Not only will they not be subdued by Yang Zhie, but will follow his orders. Instead, they will try their best to take Yang Zhie's life by any means. Just like now...

With the order of the old patriarch, the tribesmen immediately asked them to face Yang Zhi'er's sword.

Regardless of whether he is his ancestor or not, there is one thing that is, he has killed so many tribe members before, and these are all fresh blood debts, so naturally someone will ask him to settle it.

No matter whether he is, it is not the best. Anyway, the old patriarch said that even if there is any problem, they will not blame them.

With such thoughts, these villagers from Dulong Village simply took a hunting posture.

The guys standing on the high ground first opened their bows and arrows, and shot at Yang Zhie. The group of people next to them set up spears and torches, and surrounded Yang Zhie side by side.

It felt like he had become a turtle in a jar. Yang Zhi'e naturally would not be happy. He roared and was about to rush out of the encirclement. But the oncoming spearhead whistled, and almost forced him to retreat.

He wanted to avoid it, but the spears around him had already stretched out one by one. They were like clusters of arrows and bamboos standing in full bloom, almost sealing all the spaces around him that could dodge.

If he doesn't want to be poked into a hedgehog, he will really have to retreat. If he retreats, it will not be so easy to move forward.

Yang Zhi'er understood very clearly that this retreat was equivalent to falling into death. Every time these guys went further, the space they could move would shrink by a minute. And when they pressed their spears on them, he would not have to struggle and just wait for death.

Yang Zhi'er was naturally not a person who was waiting to die. So he simply turned ruthless.

He didn't care about those loose arrows and the spears around him. He just faced the biggest threat at present, that is, the spear in the black dragon's hand and hit it.

The five fingers of the hook are no inferior to any sword. The finger claws are hard and can even face the sharp spearhead. A clanging sound was Yang Zhi'er who relied on his sharp hands to fight the black dragon. In the end, the flexibility of both hands had the upper hand. The black dragon could not resist it, and he immediately grabbed the spearhead with his naked hands.

At this time, the Black Dragon wanted to use the same trick again, but Yang Zhi'er didn't give him this opportunity at all.

He clenched the spear with one hand and pulled the gun with the other. With great force, the black dragon could not hold its heels at all, and was pulled out of the center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhi'er took the opportunity to wield vigorously. Under the premise that the black dragon grabbed the spear tightly and did not loosen, his body was thrown away. So much so that all the tribesmen around him were affected by the fish.

Large areas of people were smashed and overthrew, and the originally wall-mounted formation collapsed in an instant. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Zhi'er ignored the wounds that had been poked out by many spears on his body, and a ghost-screaming and howling rushed towards Aaron again.

He wanted to do it as soon as possible, because time didn't wait for anyone. But before he could kill Aaron, another sword light shot out from the left.

Aqiang flew out, and he had the intention of hurting them and having to step over my body first.

He pointed directly at Yang Zhi'er's head, with a stance that he was about to behead him like this, and he really forced Yang Zhi'er to turn his head and look at him.

He could not retreat, but he could not let Aqiang cut off his head with just one knife. So while attacking Aqiang with an attack, he slapped him with a slap, he simply turned his head and bit his mouth hard at the rushing sword light.

With a crackling sound, I don’t know how many big teeth were shattered. But he leaned against the serrated teeth of his mouth and insisted on A Qiang’s short knife.

As Ah Qiang was unable to resist, he was about to slap him to death, but a spear came out from the diagonal piercing, just rescued him.

"Brother Black Dragon..."

Bazhu, who had already seen Aqiang in danger and raised his heart, couldn't help but scream. Just when she thought of the current situation between the two sides, she bit her lips tightly again.

Heilong also understood her difficulties. While he couldn't stop sighing in his heart, he could only remain silent and clench the gun in his hand tightly.

This is a foolish man and aggrieved woman, looking at each other without saying a word, only tears. Seeing this, Ah Long, who is an innocent melon-eating crowd, is not easy to interrupt casually. He can only send a friendly signal to the group of people in the Poison Dragon Village.

"Why don't we stop and deal with this guy first?"

No one answered this. Because the old patriarch did not say anything, no one dared to say this.

The old patriarch also saw some of the situation at this moment. He knew that with their strength, he would at least have a miserable victory in defeating his troops and generals. Whether it is a loss or a loss, it is the foundation of their Dulong Village.

After all, there are only such people, and you can't die anymore.

He simply waved his big hand as a grudge between the two sides.

"Okay, let's work with you outsiders for the time being. Heilong, you can do what you should do!"

The black dragon didn't say anything, but the gun trembled and directly twitched Yang Zhi'er's throat.

Seeing this, Yang Zhi'er immediately bit his body hard. Under the brute force of the masseter muscle, he chewed Aqiang's short knife and bit it off with a click. Then, regardless of his bloody mouth, he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed it against the spear.

Seeing this, the Black Dragon did not dodge, but just raised the speed of the gun upwards, as if it was a sprinting lightning.

This seemed to make Yang Zhi'er do not have time to dodge, and his five fingers were directly penetrated by a sharp spearhead. However, in fact, he deliberately took this move just to break the crisis as soon as possible.

With five fingers, he directly stuck the spearhead, causing the Black Dragon to pause in an instant. Then he slashed his left hand and the spear was directly split into two pieces by his palm.

The black dragon immediately stopped in horror, but he didn't expect that Yang Zhi'er would vomit directly at him at this time.

He didn't swallow the broken bites of the knife before. But now he vomited so unexpectedly, the messy thing immediately splashed the black dragon's face.

This move was naturally unexpected. After all, who would have thought that at this critical moment of life and death, someone would play such a juggling trick.

The black dragon was indifferent to his attention and immediately pierced a piece of debris. He suddenly turned black in front of him, and immediately a roar of pain that could not be stopped.

Yang Zhi'er took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, grabbing his head with a wave of his five fingers.

He already hated this skillful black dragon, especially when he was still the descendants of his guards back then. The betrayer was sometimes more hateful than his enemies. This was his most real idea at the moment.

As he was about to succeed, a knife suddenly penetrated his back.

A Qiang's figure quietly appeared, and no one in Ren Shi noticed that he had just disappeared. This hit was really caught Yang Zhie off guard. Feeling the severe pain in his heart, Yang Zhie couldn't help but look shocked in his face.

"Why are you? Where did you get the knife?"

"A psychopath, it's not normal for guys who eat in this era to bring one more spare?"

Yes, no one stipulated that they could not carry an extra knife on them. Realizing that they were stupid, Yang Zhi'er suddenly felt even more ashamed and annoyed.

In anger, the muscles behind him tangled and twisted, biting the knife tightly. Before Aqiang could try to pull out the knife, he waved his hand and directly beat Aqiang.

A Qiang naturally dared not take such a hatred attack. He could only dodge him flexibly. Before Yang Zhi'e could chase him, a spear pierced directly into his back.

Behind him was the bloody black dragon in his left eye holding a spear and stabbing forward desperately. Just looking at the seven or eight tribesmen carrying spears behind him, you could tell where the things in his hand came out.

This was simply a naked mockery, and Yang Zhi'er's eyes turned red in an instant.
Chapter completed!