Ye Qingfeng stands on top of the black gold cauldron with independent dragon patterns, and his style is unparalleled.
However, she was surrounded by the four major forces of the Eastern Wasteland.
The Ji family and Yaoguang are from the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, and the Ji family and Yaochi are from the northern region of the Eastern Wasteland.
Of these four super powers of the human race, any one of them is not a behemoth that has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, and any one of them is not a giant who can make the Eastern Wasteland tremble with just a random stamp of their feet.
But at this moment, the four giants gathered together, with imperial soldiers from all sides, and surrounded Ye Qingfeng.
"What are you going to do?"
Ye Qingfeng was also calm and his courage was astonishing. At worst, it would be a dead end.
What's more, she has a special connection with the black gold cauldron with dragon patterns. The power of the cauldron activated by her can completely compete with the imperial soldiers activated by the Holy Lord.
What if four Holy Lord-level figures take action together?
Even if fourteen Holy Lord-level figures come, she will kill them without fail!
The four holy master-level figures were always paying attention to the changes in Ye Qingfeng's expression, but they did not see any cowardice or surrender in Ye Qingfeng, only high-spirited fighting spirit.
The young man is full of energy, and several older big shots are really worried that this stupid young boy will make some big move.
The living fossil elder of the Ji family smiled and said:
"Don't be upset, little friend. I just came here to say hello to my old friend and my little friend. Our Ji family has always withdrawn from this dispute. My little friend, please take care."
After saying that, the living fossils of the Ji family and the ancient bronze chariot of the Ji family stay away from here.
At this moment, only Yaoguang, the Jiang family and Yaochi are left.
The Jiang family and Yaochi stated that they were old friends with Yaoguang, so naturally they would help do whatever their old friends wanted them to do.
Of course, after this incident, Yaoguang will definitely reward them with corresponding benefits.
They had the imperial weapons in hand and there was no movement. With the two imperial weapons joining forces, they were naturally not afraid of Ye Qingfeng.
And Yaoguang, of course, is eager to take back the dragon-marked black gold cauldron, otherwise among the four major forces, only the Holy Lord of Yaoguang will come in person.
Holy Lord Yaoguang looked like a handsome man in his mid-twenties, and his face showed no anxiety. He only said loudly:
"My friend, please return my black gold cauldron with the dragon pattern."
Ye Qingfeng smiled, her smile was a bit dazzling. With the imperial soldiers beside her, she said without being humble or arrogant:
"You took my treasure by force first, and I took your dragon-patterned black gold cauldron later. And I took it based on my ability, so why should I return it to you."
"What do you want?" Holy Lord Yaoguang asked.
Ye Qingfeng replied without thinking: "Of course it's the imperial weapon at my feet, your black gold cauldron with dragon patterns."
When the Holy Lord Yaoguang saw that his imperial soldiers were staying at the feet of others, a crack finally appeared on his face that was as beautiful as jade.
That cauldron, the cauldron is also engraved with dragon patterns and contains the soul of a true dragon. It demonstrates the supreme power and majesty of the Human Race's Holy Land of Light. However, it is like a long worm being subdued by a Taoist palace ant.
This is how embarrassing Yaoguang's feelings are, and how can Holy Lord Yaoguang be calm?
Further away, the seventh eldest Kou Tutian, who had received the latest news, hugged the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar tightly, hiding in more than a dozen layers of restrictions, secretly rejoicing.
Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, he ran fast and the magic jar was not taken away by that kid.
If the magic pot was taken away by that kid and stepped on, Tu Tian would feel like he would be killed by a headlong collision.
At this moment, Holy Lord Yaoguang felt like he wanted to die, and he wanted to blind his own eyes.
As the Lord of the Holy Land, and as the Holy Lord of this generation, how could he tolerate the Zhen Sect's dragon-patterned black gold tripod being subjected to such a shame and humiliation.
"Besides the dragon-patterned black gold tripod, we can discuss whatever you want."
Holy Lord Yaoguang was furious in his heart, but there was still nothing wrong with his face, and he still looked charming, except for the boundless mania he showed in that short moment.
But Ye Qingfeng said in an infuriating tone: "I don't want anything, I just want this cauldron!"
"ah!"
Far away, there were Yaoguang disciples and elders who were mining, taking the place of Holy Lord Yaoguang and going crazy.
But when several saint-level figures gathered together, there was no chance for small figures like them to step forward.
There was an almost undetectable twitch in the corner of Yaoguang Holy Lord's eyes, and he said in a very gentle tone:
"This tripod is a artifact of the Yaoguang Holy Land Sect, and it is equivalent to Yaoguang.
If the little friend is motivated, it is not impossible to take him away. But after being taken away, you and I will fight to the death, and I will spare no effort to kill you.
Don't speak yet, little friend, and let me continue my analysis for you.
Not only will they be culled by me, they will also be culled by me, together with all the big and small forces in the Eastern Wasteland.
In this way, you have no place to stand in this eastern wilderness.
Moreover, because you forcibly took away my treasure, the stakes are too high, and I will never show mercy to you in the future.
Wherever you passed before and wherever you met the old people, we will look for clues, find them all, and kill them one by one.
After that, wherever you pass and everyone you meet, no matter who they are, young or old, they will all die because of you.
Their deaths were not blamed on me, Yaoguang, but on your daring to take away the most precious treasure of our sect.
Think about those people, they will all die because of your fault, and you are burdened with countless blood debts. If you let go of it, it will definitely destroy your Taoist heart, lead you to become a demon, and cut off your path to practice."
His words were eloquent, well-founded and reasonable.
Even the Jiang family and Yaochi nodded in agreement:
"Holy Lord Yaoguang is right. If you take away the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron by force, this will be the obvious outcome. All disasters will be caused by you. If those people you care about in the past die, it will also be because of you.
They were implicated and died. Think about them more, how can you feel sorry for them."
Ye Qingfeng's eyes were clear, he raised his head, looked at the saint-level figures present, and suddenly laughed deeply:
"You are also fooling me, teaching me how to do things, and making decisions for me?"
Several big shots thought about what "ye" means. They just told the truth and analyzed the pros and cons.
It is definitely not a good thing to take away the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron when Xiaodao Palace is alone.
Maybe it will attract all the big forces on this big star to grab a share of the treasure.
On this big star, there is not only the Eastern Wasteland, but also the Northern Plains, Western Desert, Nanling, and Zhongzhou, as well as all the major demon clans and even the ancient races.
"Returning the black gold dragon-patterned cauldron will prevent both sides from being harmed. It will be good for you and me." Holy Lord Yaoguang, elegant and confident, stretched out a jade hand forward.
His hand has been stretched out in front of Ye Qingfeng, only separated by a layer of bell barrier. He seems polite, but the feeling of oppression is already quite obvious.
That was the jade hand of the Holy Lord, which reached Ye Qingfeng from several miles away.
"What if I don't." Ye Qingfeng stood on the tripod, stepped lightly with his right foot, and a true dragon spirit spiraled out, lingering around Ye Qingfeng's body.
Ye Qingfeng spread his arms with a natural aura, sitting high on the dragon's body, using the real dragon spirit as his seat, just like an emperor ruling the world.
"Roar~"
A tyrannical dragon roared without mercy, roaring towards the Holy Lord Yaoguang, as if the dragon had never received Yaoguang's hundreds of thousands of years of support.
What a white-eyed dragon!
Holy Lord Yaoguang described himself as embarrassed, and his mood was even more embarrassing. His eyes turned red, he took back his jade hand, gritted his teeth secretly, and suddenly said: "Five hundred thousand catties, five hundred thousand catties of source!"