dandy city lord

Chapter 407 The choice between life and death!

The Great Elder looked at Yang Hu and sighed softly: "To be honest, I don't believe in the so-called fate either. But my time is running out, and the shadow left by my ancestors is almost exhausted."

"500 years ago, I felt that today would come, so in that truth, I made up an excuse and told my people that one day there would be a person with destiny who would save them from suffering."

Yang Hu was relieved.

The Great Elder's face was calm: "I made up the fate for the tribe. As for the promise I made to you, I will keep the promise? I still hope that you can save my tribe. At least, this is my last hope."

"In exchange, I can improve part of your cultivation before you die."

The things that Yang Hu had been guessing all along had already come to light. As for improving his cultivation level...that's really unnecessary.

He shook his head to the Great Elder: "Although I have some guesses about these things, I still didn't expect it to be like this. But your answer like this has brought me new questions."

"What's the situation with those heavenly soldiers occupying the high-rise towers now? Did they infiltrate outside? What is the God General's Mansion in Tianyan Continent? Wind, cloud, thunder, lightning and rain, only your wind department is left in the fifth department? Cultivation method? Is it different from the Five Elements Cultivation method? Is your power the only one in this tower to fight against the Celestial Soldiers? There are so many questions!"

The Great Elder sighed softly: "I'm afraid I can't answer these questions."

"500 years ago, in order to explore these secrets, I was seriously injured in a battle with a leader of the Celestial Soldiers, and I had no choice but to leave a story of fate for the tribe."

The Great Elder Fengyun looked at Yang Hu squarely: "The Tribe of the Wind, a total of 21 people, old and young, are all gathered under the crack of the cold wind. Since you have the desire to break out of the tower, it will be a blessing to you if these powers are in your hands." Great help. Just hope you treat them better."

Yang Hu smiled: "Is that why you trust me?"

The Great Elder looked at Yang Hu and suddenly laughed: "It's been so many years, you are the first person I've ever seen who can see through my exercises at a glance. Although I don't know how you did it, it's amazing."

"I've also inquired about you. To be honest, what I saw was basically two people."

Yang Hu laughed loudly: "Then you still dare to hand them over to me."

The Great Elder's eyes flashed: "Only people like you can lead them out of Tongtian Tower alive. I beg you to take them out of this cursed place."

The Great Elder pondered: "Yin Binqin was rescued by me. The power of the Wind Tribe, plus the power of a tower, with these two powers, you should be able to save a lot of time."

"I handed them over to you with confidence, precisely because I saw how extraordinary you are. How many city lords can change their soldiers into that way within a year? How many people can come back after being seized, And it is so aggressive that it will kill the tower master of the first floor."

"I don't know what others think, but I know that you are the most suitable person to lead the Wind Clan out of the predicament."

He suddenly smiled at Yang Hu: "My time is gone, but you are like the rising sun."

The Great Elder knelt down on one knee facing Yang Hu, took out a palm-sized blood-red cloud pattern jade pendant from his arms, and handed it to Yang Hu: "This is the token of the patriarch of my Wind Clan. May the Lord Yang Hu make it happen!"

Yang Hu looked at the blood jade in the elder's hand, but did not go to pick it up. His eyes flickered and he asked, "How much time do you have?"

A bit of bitterness appeared on the calm face of the Great Elder: "It's less than three months."

Yang Hu nodded: "Then wait until you subdue those rebellious people in your clan first. If they fall into my hands, their end will be worse than you think! I have never been a merciful person."

The Great Elder knew what Yang Hu said, even though the theory of fate he compiled had an unimaginable influence in the clan because of his prestige, there were still some people who were fighting for power.

The Great Elder showed a bit of misery on his face: "They are disciples of my Wind Clan, can you let them go..."

Yang Hu looked at the miserable look on the old man's face, and shook his head slightly: "You know very well, if there are such a group of people in the army, even if I want to take them away, someone will come out to hinder me."

Yang Hu looked condescendingly into the eyes of the Great Elder: "In three years, I will consolidate the strength of my soldiers, and I don't have time to accompany them in the game of seizing power."

The Great Elder understands what Yang Hu said, he has no absolute right to control the clansmen, Yang Hu will only lead them to speed up their death.

After all, it is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. After Yang Hu was determined, the miserable look on his face gradually faded, and a layer of blood appeared in his eyes and he said to Yang Hu: "Okay. Then I will take this time to get you Obstacles to progress cleared."

The Great Elder stood up, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

His original intention was to take the opportunity to hone the juniors in the clan who could not control the overall situation, but now, Yang Hu saw through his intention at a glance, how could the life and death of a few people compare with the lives of tens of thousands of people in the clan?
He made a choice.

Fengyun began to discuss the cultivation methods of the Feng Clan, the structure of the entire group, the divided forces, disciples with outstanding potential in cultivation, and even the secrets of the ice cellar that the entire Feng Clan depends on for survival.

It also includes the thunder and lightning storms of the year, the division of the five parts, strength, influence, hidden location, etc.

He hoped that Yang Hu could also find those missing clansmen.

They also told Yang Hu the whole story.

As Fengyun said, he is late, but Yang Hu is the rising sun.

On that cliff, the two decided the future of the Wind Clan.

……

The blind man entered the valley with his troops.

Under the watchful eyes of the dozen or so black-clothed and masked men, they began to set up the defensive circle and the military camp according to the usual formation.

In the valley, there are only the busy green figures of soldiers, but no one speaks privately. There are more than 9000 people, like puppets.

With disdain in Fengxiong's eyes, he led the clansmen around him to look at those soldiers' efforts in vain.

He knew the great elder's efforts for the entire tribe, but he entrusted a young master with a notorious reputation for such a major event as the survival of the tribe.

Fengxiong was not reconciled.

He is the leader of the younger generation in the clan. For so many years, he is also working hard for the entire clan, looking for opportunities to lead the clan to leave and walk out of Tongtian Tower.

But none of these can change the elder's decision.

Looking at the vulnerable trash in front of him, Feng Xiong fell into deep thought.

a long time!

Feng Wei behind Feng Xiong whispered to the pensive Feng Xiong: "Brother, their camp is about to be set up, we should go back and return."

The confusion in Fengxiong's eyes flashed away.

He looked up at the camp of the soldiers, turned around and walked out of the valley, stepped out with steady steps, and swept towards the black mountains.

More than ten men behind him followed closely.

(End of this chapter)