Could it be that he is the master of the Psionics Society!
He...comes from the same place as Ren Zu? Or is it his own world...
Ran Deng's pupils shrank, he opened his mouth, and looked at Hu Sanjian in shock, his heart beating wildly with an unsatisfactory "dong", "dong...".
This... how is it possible? How virtuous and capable is the world in my own place that two terrifying beings that are both ancient and modern have been born?
Unbelievable!
Although he has never been to the Psionic Society, in the past few years, he has learned about what happened in the past from many alien races. Coupled with the parasitic race, it is a powerful information base.
After some sorting, it was naturally clear what kind of existence the Psionic Society, Centi Huang, Hu Sanjuan and others were like.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and carefully reviewed every detail of Nandan, Xihe, Dongsheng...and even Beijuluzhou, as well as the geographical appearance.
Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "No, in our world, there have never been rumors of "Human Ancestor" and "President...", let alone traces of their lives."
"No..." Disappointment was visible to the naked eye on Hu Sanyuan's face.
Of course, it's not surprising.
It knew in its heart that "Human Ancestor" and "Guild President..." were born so long ago that even among the current Ten Thousand Clans, very few people have heard of them, let alone a young and weak creature like Ran Deng.
Already.
If it weren't for these ancient tribes, there would still be a trace of the bloodline of the "Human Ancestors" in their bodies.
They probably would not have thought that the descendants of human ancestors whose psychic powers were so powerful would be so weak.
Hu Sanyuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows. It seemed that the ancestors of the people protected these descendants very well.
What place is Tianwai?
The weak eat the strong...
Which of these heroic spirits was not the master of the powerful race back then? Looking at it now, almost all of them have disappeared in the long river of history. However, although the descendants of the ancestors are weak, they are still alive after all.
Based on this alone, it is countless times stronger than other races like them.
Hu Sanyuan sighed silently, in terms of brains, he must be the human race that is the leader of all races!
After taking a deep look at Ran Deng, it quickly calmed down as it didn't have much hope for the whereabouts of "Human Ancestor" and "President...".
To find their ancestral land, we have to rely on Long Wenzhang.
I saw it restrained its unnecessary thoughts, looked at the burning lamp and said calmly: "Why did you come to me?"
Ran Deng clasped his hands together, bowed, and said: "I... want to replace the Zhu clan and cooperate with the seniors!"
What?
This damn Mao... tribe actually wants to compete for seniors.
boom!
Inside the main hall.
All the strong men of the Zhu tribe were boiling with excitement, glaring at Ran Deng and Ji Tian angrily, their faces as gloomy as water, and their teeth were clenching.
As the clan leader, Zhuan Lianshan raised his hand and sacrificed a treasure that looked like a rock.
Suddenly, the entire hall felt like it was about to be crushed. They looked at Ran Deng and Ji Tian coldly,
The murderous intention was completely undisguised and he said: "What a brave dog, you dare to come to the ancestral land of our Zhuo tribe to provoke you. Why, do you really think that our Zhuo tribe doesn't know how to kill?"
"Chief, kill them."
"Especially that parasitic race, we must not let it leave alive."
Buzz, buzz…
Dozens of strong men from the Zhu tribe started shouting. If Hu Sanya hadn't been here, they wouldn't have dared to make too much of a mistake. They would have killed Jitian as early as the moment they recognized him.
I couldn't even wait for Ran Deng to say anything to replace the Zhu tribe.
Seeing the anger of the tribe, Zhuan Lianshan gritted his teeth, saluted slightly to Hu Sanjuan and said: "Senior, these two bastards came to make trouble for our Zhuan tribe. If they don't kill them, they won't be able to calm the anger of the tribe..."
The whole hall!
They were all filled with murderous intent.
"Monk Ran, what should I do now?" Jitian said, "Gulu!" He swallowed and his body tensed up.
The parasitic clan has indeed mastered a lot of the techniques and secret techniques of each clan, but in terms of actual combat ability, they are really comparable to those of the five scum.
Seeing this situation, it is no wonder that it was frightened and overwhelmed.
After all, the parasites always hide in the darkness and rarely appear in the sunlight.
This time, if Ran Deng had not repeatedly assured it that nothing would happen, it would not have exposed itself.
"Chief Ji, don't worry." Ran Deng shook his head and looked at Hu Sanjuan with a calm expression.
It seems that victory is certain.
Even though it was only at the Half-Emperor realm, it did not panic at all when surrounded by wolves of ninth-grade emperors from the Zhu tribe, and remained calm and natural.
"Senior..." Zhuan Lianshan called out again.
Only then did Hu Sanju come back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I don't want to be involved in the grievances and grievances between you. As for whether you are beaten to death or alive, it has nothing to do with me."
"Thank you, senior." Everyone in the Zhu tribe was overjoyed.
And Ji Tian rolled his eyelids, his whole body curled up, shaking like a sieve of chaff, and said: "It's over, I'm dead this time. How could the leader of this clan believe your nonsense? If he didn't come to the Zhu clan
Ancestral land..."
Seeing the people from the Zhu clan, they were pressing closer step by step, with undisguised murderous intent on their faces.
Ran Deng then put his hands together in a salute, looked at Hu Sanhuan and said: "Senior Hu, this time Clan Leader Jitian and I came with sincerity..."
"I have said that I am not interested in the filth between you. It has nothing to do with me whether you are beaten alive or dead. What's more, since you know me, you should know our relationship with the ancestors, even if we don't
Due to the constraints of the "Anti-Human Alliance", I will not cooperate with a descendant of the human ancestor." Hu Sanjuan said calmly.
"Hu...Senior, are you planning to give up the ancestral land of the president?" Ran Deng chuckled.
"What's the meaning?"
boom!
Hu Sanyuan stood up from the chair with a "Ouch!" and waved his big paw, sending the approaching Zhuan Lianshan and others flying back. He looked at Ran Deng with burning eyes: "You... know
Where is the president’s ancestral homeland?”
Damn, he said he came prepared?
Hearing the words "President's Ancestral Land...", the expressions of Zhuan Lianshan and others changed. They looked at Ran Deng nervously, not daring to breathe.
Especially those who have entered the Psionics Guild know very well that the purpose of this heroic spirit choosing them is to restore the physical body. In the final analysis, it wants to find the ancestral land of the master of the Psionics Guild after restoring the physical body.
If this monk from the Mao tribe really knew, this would undoubtedly be a huge disaster for the Mao tribe.
They don't believe that the three tigers will ignore the news about the president's ancestral land for their Zhuan clan...
They, the Zhu tribe, don't have such a big reputation.
From Zhu Lianshan's point of view, not to mention the Zhu tribe, even Centi Huang and Long Wenzhang would not have much face in the face of the news about the president's ancestral land.