"Congratulations, brother, for breaking through to the third level of the Divine Emperor!"
Before the Wula Tribe, Hong Zhan's mood was a little complicated. He took a step back, rolled his eyes a few times, and suddenly shouted loudly.
I don't know if this congratulatory voice was meant for Lingwan or someone hidden in secret. In short, Hong Zhan felt that his life was saved after all.
It's impossible for a dignified direct descendant of Qian Jue to break his promise, right?
In any case, the opponent at this moment has broken through to the third-grade God Emperor, and will not cause trouble for him Hong Zhan anymore.
What's more, Hong Zhan is no match for Hong Zhan who has broken through to the third-grade Divine Emperor's spirit pill. Now he can only hope that the other party can keep his promise, otherwise he will die without a burial place.
"Don't worry, I, Lingwan, always keep my word. If I say I will spare your life, I will definitely spare your life!"
The long whistling sound of the spirit pill fell, and the words that were spoken immediately after it finally gave Hong Zhan some reassurance, and he thought that he might be able to take advantage of this opportunity to climb the line of gunjue.
In this northern desert, if anyone can establish a relationship with Qian Jue, the benefits will be countless. I am afraid that even those powerful middle-grade God Emperors would not dare to provoke them easily, right?
puff!
However, just as Hong Zhan was having a sweet dream, thinking about how he would climb Lord Qianjue's route and travel across the desert of the Northern Territory, a soft sound suddenly reached his ears, making him lower his head in shock.
"how?"
He saw the barrel of a long spear inserted into his lower abdomen at this moment. He could clearly feel that the vital points in his Dantian where pulse energy was stored had been pierced by this spear.
Such a change will undoubtedly shock everyone watching.
They never thought it would be like this. Didn't the guy who called himself Lingwan just vow to keep his promise?
"Could it be..."
Saula reacted quite quickly. Thinking of a possibility, he couldn't help but feel happy. At the same time, he looked at Hong Zhan with a look filled with a trace of pity and a trace of hatred.
"You...you don't keep your word!"
Hong Zhan raised his head with some difficulty and stared at the fat, round face in front of him that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. His tone seemed a little dry, but there was a hint of questioning.
How can you tell lies when you are a disciple of Qian Jue?
"Why didn't I keep my word? You're not dead!"
Hearing this, a look of extreme disbelief appeared on Lingwan's face, and then he withdrew the spear in his hand, causing Hong Zhan to scream, and his voice was quite loud.
After hearing Lingwan's words, Hong Zhan suddenly realized, but there was already a touch of extreme fear on his face. This was probably more difficult for him to accept than killing him with a single shot, right?
Yes, Hong Zhan is not dead, and Lingwan's attack was very measured, but it only destroyed the vital parts of his Dantian. If there are no accidents, there is absolutely no problem in living for another few decades.
But can Hong Zhan, who has lost his combat effectiveness, really be able to live for another few decades?
Not to mention those horse thieves in the northern desert, it is impossible to let this piece of fat go. Even the Saula brothers in front of them cannot let him go easily. Who calls the Black Wind Horse Thief Group his subordinates?
Lingwan did keep his promise, but Hong Zhan's fate became even more miserable.
Lingwan doesn't have any psychological burden on this. None of these thieves who have committed many crimes are innocent.
Lingwan was quite satisfied with this harvest, especially after breaking through to the third level God Emperor, he felt that he was one step closer to meeting his elder brother.
As for the horse thieves leader begging for mercy in front of him, as well as the lower-level horse thieves, Lingwan didn't care. He believed that Saula could handle them well.
Looking at the figure slowly walking away, Saula didn't know what to say for a moment. She wanted to say a few words of gratitude, but the words came to her lips, but she couldn't.
"Brother, how should we deal with these guys?"
The deputy chief on the side looked a little calmer. Seeing him staring at the pale-faced Hong Zhan hatefully, he made an angry sound, making the leader of the horse thieves tremble.
"Don't... don't kill me. I can dedicate all my treasures to your Ula tribe, just to save my life!"
At this time, Hong Zhan didn't have the same arrogance as before. For the sake of his own life, he didn't hesitate even if he kowtowed to Brother Saulah and begged for mercy.
"Kill everyone who deserves death!"
As the chief of the clan, Saula was not an indecisive person, and she did not dare to covet the so-called treasure, so she said it coldly, which made Hong Zhan's heart sink.
"Run away!"
After Hong Zhan's head was chopped off by the deputy chief's horse, many horse thieves from the Black Wind Horse Thieves Group dispersed in a rush.
The people of the Ula tribe are like wolves and tigers, and the opportunity for revenge has finally come.
But at this moment, Chief Saula's eyes were always looking at the direction where the spirit pill disappeared. He didn't look back for a long time, and he didn't know what he was feeling.
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"Teacher, how is it?"
Lingwan, who has gone far, will naturally no longer care about the war in the Ula tribe. At this moment, he is asking for credit to his teacher with a silly smile. How can he still be the violent horse thief of death just now?
"That's right, I'm a bit like my teacher back then!"
Qian Jue's vicissitudes of life also showed a satisfied smile. He was a disciple who had really done well. Given time, it would not be impossible to reach his level.
"Teacher, the horse thieves in this area are no longer a concern. Should we continue?"
Lingwan was a little eager to try. You must know that the northern desert is very large. A third-level divine emperor like Hong Zhan can only control a small area. There are even more powerful horse thieves in other areas.
"The middle-grade God Emperor is not as simple as you think. Our next cultivation method may have to change!"
Qian Jue shook his head, then suddenly remembered something and said: "Before the next stage of practice, there is something you should probably know!"
After the words fell, Qian Jue reached out and touched his waist, and a piece of letter appeared out of thin air in his palm, leaving De Lingwan a little confused, but full of curiosity on his face.
"This is a letter delivered by an old friend of mine, and this letter is actually addressed to you!"
Hearing this, Lingwan became more and more curious. Is Andao's teacher's friend already too old to be ridiculous?
What's more, with the teacher's strength, there may not be many in the entire Liyuan world who can be called old friends.
Lingwan approached the letter with curiosity. He looked at the envelope first and saw that there was no signature on it, but there seemed to be a stream of water flowing in front of his eyes. When he took a closer look, there was nothing there.
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"It's that old guy Xuanhe. Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for decades!"
For his precious disciple, Qian Jue had nothing to hide, so he opened his mouth to explain.
As soon as these words came out, Lingwan was shocked and secretly wondered whether his teacher and the Xuanhe ancestor had been friends for many years?
"Brother Yunxiao's sister seems to be a disciple of Patriarch Xuanhe, right?"
Lingwan was no longer the fat man in Qianlong Continent who was not good at thinking. When he heard the name Xuanhe, he immediately guessed something and opened the letter impatiently.
"Sure enough, it's Sister Yunwei!"
When Lingwan first saw the words "Hello Lingwan, I am Yunxiao's sister Yunwei" at the beginning of the letter, he had no doubts anymore.
It's just that he doesn't know what Yun Wei meant when she wrote this letter to him.
Next, Lingwan read the content on the letter paper at a glance. His face gradually became more and more gloomy, which also made Qian Jue beside him doubtful. Is there anything else that his disciple has to be angry about?
With Qian Jue's strength, if he wanted to take a peek, or even blatantly come over to take a look, Reiwan would not say anything, but this was a letter from the other party to his disciple. He was arrogant, so naturally he would not take a peek.
"Three major sects, you are bullying others too much!"
When Qian Jue heard the voice of hatred coming from Ling Wan's mouth, he couldn't help but be surprised, wondering why he was involved with the three major sects again.
Although he was not afraid of those behemoths, he did not want to provoke them easily.
A strong person who works alone has the advantage of being a strong person who works alone. For the five powerful people like them, the three top sects try not to provoke them as much as possible. Sometimes even if they are embarrassed, they just turn a blind eye.
For example, when Patriarch Xuanhe attacked the Star-Zhaing Building and smashed the corners of the main building of the Star-Zhaing Building, Luo Tianxing didn't care too much and finally let him take Yun Wei away.
In Luo Tianxing's view, these are just trivial matters, because it is not worth offending a top powerhouse for such trivial matters, but this does not mean that Zhaixinglou is really afraid of Ancestor Xuanhe.
Once the two sides disagree on some inseparable interests, they may not compromise.
Just like the battle in Tartary Buckwheat City, Yin Buqun and the others did not care at all about the identity of Patriarch Xuanhe.
Because the importance of Xueyue Jue has exceeded the price of offending Ancestor Xuanhe, they do not believe that Ancestor Xuanhe, a lone strong man, will really fight against such behemoths as the Lieyang Palace of Zhaixing Tower.
Looking at Lingwan's condition at this moment, Qian Jue had reason to believe that something big and unknown must have happened. At this moment, he was very curious about what was written in the letter.
"Teacher, look!"
Lingwan suppressed the strange anger in his heart and handed the letter in his hand to the teacher's hand. The light in his eyes was changing, as if he was weighing some gains and losses.
After all, the current Lingwan has not yet reached the top level in the mainland. The one who can really compete with the three major sects has to be the teacher beside him. This is also the real reason why Yun Wei sent this secret letter.
As for whether the teacher would really choose to help Yun Xiao and become the enemy of the three major sects for his own sake, he was not very sure about this spirit pill, and he was also a little confused.
The teacher has become accustomed to being carefree in these years, and has never provoked the three top sects. He is galloping around in this desert, and even his Qianjue disciple has followed him to great glory.
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