Divine Mark

Chapter 65 No.60 The Five Blood Dragon Slams the Door Angryly

The sun was shining, the air in the morning was extremely dry, the ground was shrouded in heat waves, and even the wind blowing was hot.

At this time, the coolness under the shade makes people reluctant to move.

Dozens of people from the Shigang tribe occupied every shade of the tree, and it looked a little crowded. Qingyuntai and Zhao Yong stood in an open space at the front of the team.

"Ow."

"Ow"

Zhao Yong half-closed his eyes, looking profoundly at the vast group of tents surrounded by railings hundreds of meters ahead.

Right in front of the tent group are two huge wooden doors, and there are countless wooden arrow towers in the railings, on which you can look into the distance and shoot arrows to attack the invading enemy.

Zhao Yong felt the howling of wolves one after another in his ears, and the Qinglang tribe really lived up to its reputation.

With so many people appearing in the vicinity of the Qinglang tribe with great fanfare, it was obvious that the people inside were a little flustered, which led to the intensive howling of wolves!

"Who is coming?"

The thick voice reached the ears of everyone in the Shigang tribe
This is a bald man wearing a black robe, holding a silver spear and driving a giant blue wolf in everyone's field of vision.

The man is tall and strong, with his toes still halfway from the ground, which shows the size of this blue wolf.This kind of blue wolf is comparable to the wolf king that appeared in Fengyang Canyon.

The blue wolf under his crotch did not stop moving, and circled within the [-]-meter area in front of Qingyun Terrace. At this distance, with the flexibility of the blue wolf, it is difficult for the Shigang tribe's bow and arrow to pose a threat to him!
At the same time, more and more warriors riding blue wolves appeared behind him. Each of those warriors wore simple leather armor and carried bows and arrows on their backs. Weapons!

"Shigang Tribe! Come and seek justice!"

Qingyuntai was dressed in white, carrying a meteorite iron bone knife, a four-stone bow, and a slanted quiver. His voice was neither arrogant nor humble, and he walked forward firmly!
"Hao Erlang from the Shigang tribe! Follow our young patriarch! Meet the Qinglang tribe for a while!"

Even Zhao Yong changed from his easy-going manner in the past, holding up the green wooden scepter at this moment, the breath of spirit pervades the whole body, the gray robes are rippling, and he follows the footsteps of Qingyuntai unhurriedly.

"Follow the orders of the four elders!"

"Follow the orders of the four elders."

Wang Jun and other personal guards followed closely behind, and Yang and Su each led a hunting team of about [-] people, appearing on the left and right in the form of arch guards.

Dozens of shouts, orderly and solemn, resounded through the mountains and forests.

It even caused echoes from the mountains on both sides, and the birds in the forest scrambled to flap their wings and fled to the sky.

The people at Qingyuntai were mentally prepared before they set off, with the mission of scaring people!It was as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his momentum was overwhelming!

For the Shigang tribe, naturally they would not give the wolf riding hunting team a chance to assemble!
At this time, the wolf riding hunting team was less than 50 people present, and the green wolves were inherently unruly, so it was impossible for them to line up honestly.

"Captain, what should we do now!"

The team leader who rushed over from the side asked anxiously!

Yu Quanling looked at the team striding forward, his blood was boiling with enthusiasm and fighting spirit!
With a flick of the wrist, the silver spear made a sharp piercing sound!
From the demeanor, momentum and eyes of these people, he could tell that this was a real life-and-death fight, and his strength might not be inferior to his own hunting team!As the strongest of the younger generation of the Qinglang tribe, his desire to fight far surpasses others.

But as the captain of the wolf cavalry of the Qinglang tribe, he can't break out large-scale battles with others at will, otherwise he won't be able to deal with the patriarch!

Yu Quanling grabbed the zombie tightly, and drove the blue wolf back to walk back, a faint voice came out
"Return to the tribe, this matter will be decided by Manager Wang! I want to see what they play!"

"Yes!"

Qinglang's flexibility is undoubtedly reflected at this moment.

"Ow"

"Ow."

Within half a minute, the wolf hunting team members outside receded like the tide, and the two gates several meters high were also closed.
Soon, Qingyuntai came to the gate of the Qinglang Tribe, and went straight to the point:

"Which of you is the patriarch!"

There was a little commotion, but no one responded. Qing Yuntai thought that what he said was not clear enough, so he repeated it again!
"Where is the patriarch of the Qinglang tribe, come out and give me justice!"

Yu Quanling stood on a five or six-meter-high arrow tower, looked behind and saw that Director Wang had finally appeared, and he was sure at the moment!replied:
"Who are you, our patriarch is out to visit friends, if there is anything to tell the manager, he will be there soon!"

"The patriarch is going out to visit friends?" Qing Yuntai was secretly delighted, he was just worried, worried that the old man Zhao Yong could not suppress the patriarch of the Qinglang tribe who was in the realm of a god-run warrior!Now that he's out, Zhao Yong doesn't have to make a move!
"Since it's not the leader, then you don't need to know my name!"

Knowing that their patriarch was not there, Qing Yuntai couldn't help but become a bit tougher when he spoke.

"Boy, you are so brave!"

Yu Quanling was short-tempered for a while, and he felt a little regretful that he directly leaked the patriarch's trace!
"I am the patriarch of the Shigang tribe! Bald, how can you compare with me!"

"Sharp-toothed brat, do you have the ability to see the truth?"

In terms of status, Yu Quanling found that he seemed really incomparable.

The status division of the Qinglang tribe is very simple. There are several elders behind the patriarch, and then the general manager who manages all affairs on the surface, followed by him, the captain of the Qinglang hunting!
Without waiting for Qingyuntai to reply, Yang walked out, holding the gun with one hand, the divine pattern on his arm lit up, and the golden divine power ferociously poured into the Weeping Blood Gun, forming a huge blood-colored gun shadow!
Seeing this scene, Qingyuntai retreated a few steps without showing any trace!
"You don't have to be ashamed of how old you are, it's better to compete with me than your ability!"

Contrary to everyone's expectation, Yang straightened up, and the blood-colored gun shadow turned into an angry dragon, and directly smashed towards the gate of the Qinglang tribe!
"No!"

"Mashup, you are courting death!"

"Crazy! You're crazy!"

"court death!"

Those of the Qinglang tribe who stood on the arrow tower saw it very clearly at this moment, and they all yelled anxiously!
"Boom!"

Sawdust piled up, angry dragon rolled, and spear shadows rippled.

A wooden door of the Qinglang tribe was smashed to pieces!The originally closed door now revealed a huge hole, facing the dumbfounded people of the Qinglang tribe.

Yu Quanling was also dumbfounded. He didn't know what this group of people were here for, but he was sure of one thing-these people were here to find fault!

Anger swept across his forehead in an instant, and Yu Quanling held a silver spear and jumped directly from the five or six meter high arrow tower!

It is also golden divine power, but its majesty is far superior to that of Yang.

If Yang's strength is close to nine hundred catties, then Yu Quanling is infinitely close to the strength of an ox (one thousand catties), and he is not far from the threshold of reaching the realm of the God Rune Warrior.
Looking at the big bald head who was furious in the open space in front of him.

Yang held the Weeping Blood Spear in front of his hand, tightly locked the tail of the gun with his back hand, and walked towards the opponent lightly and steadily.
He licked his lips excitedly. The people in front of him gave him a huge pressure, and he had to be serious.

When Yang Cong first saw the spear in that guy's hand, his heart became hot, thinking that he was going to be arrogant, so he just found an opportunity and started to make trouble!
Although this opportunity seems reluctant, he doesn't care so much!

In the Shigang tribe, he is the only one who has achieved marksmanship.

Among the younger generation, the only one who could fight him was Su, but that guy Su was good at bow and arrow and whip technique, one was pure long-range attack, and the other was objects that could wrap around his spear, which suppressed him to death of!
And soda, he didn't have that hearty, evenly matched feeling at all!
(End of this chapter)