Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

"Little friend, if you need anything, just speak up, even if you need an old body, this old one is obligatory!"

Jiang Ziyi's great grandfather once again expressed his own attitude.

"Dare to ask senior's last name?"

The old man's behavior had to make Yang Xuan respect him.

This is for the sake of race, willing to sacrifice own people.

"Little friend, you are too polite, old man Jiang Taixu."

"Okay, Taixu senior, I hope you will lead your entire Zhan clan to join the faction I created, Yutian Pavilion!"

Jiang Taixu was stunned for a moment, he thought Yang Xuan would open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect Yang Xuan's request to be so simple.

Although living under the fence somewhat hurt the pride of their war clan, but today is different from the past.

The war clan is about to be exterminated, so why talk about pride.

"Senior, if you are not willing to join my Yutian Pavilion, it will be difficult for me to convince myself to help a group of strangers."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Yang Xuan directly stated his own attitude.

"Little friend misunderstood, I just didn't expect the little friend's request to be so simple." Jiang Taixu said hastily, and then changed the topic.

"I have a small request, and I hope that my little friend can agree. Although our Zhan clan is almost extinct, we don't accept the life of slavery, otherwise we would rather choose to die."

The old man looked at Yang Xuan with scorching eyes. Joining other people's forces, relying on others is their lowest bottom line.

If they were only used as slaves, they would rather die than exterminate their entire family.

"Haha, you are members of Yutian Pavilion when you join Yutian Pavilion. I, Yang Xuan, treat my colleagues equally. I can tell everyone very clearly that the Zhan Clan will be led by your own people, and you only need to obey me alone. "

Yang Xuan's words not only let Jiang Taixu breathe a sigh of relief, but also let the seventeen old men behind him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"In that case, I represent my Zhan Clan to join the Yutian Pavilion as the Zhan Clan's ancestor, do you have any objections?"

Jiang Taixu turned his head to look at the seventeen people behind him and the dark crowd in the distance.

"No, I am willing to join Yutian Pavilion!"

The neat voices of the audience were surprisingly consistent.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for subduing the Zhanzu, and reward the world-class channel for free opening once."

Just after these members of the Zhan clan agreed to join Yutian Pavilion, the system instantly bound all members of the Zhan clan.

The system's rewards made Yang Xuan's eyes light up, so it seems that there is something promising.

 …

In the sky above the God of War Hall on the twin peaks of the Yutian Pavilion, at the thatched cottage of the invisible God of War Temple, the figure of Yang Xuan himself appeared outside the door.

When Yang Xuan entered the Minor World, the temple of God of War, a wave of the Law of War lingered around Yang Xuan's body.

"I want a house?"

"I want a practice room?"

"I want a sword?"

"I want a beast?"

"I want a Porsche 911?"

 …

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and began to shout indiscriminately.

But the most shocking thing happened to him, what he shouted would appear.

All kinds of weird things appeared around him, and there was a feeling that he couldn't say what he said, and he would do whatever he wanted, and he would do whatever he called.

"What's going on? Why is my Yutian Temple so disobedient?"

Yang Xuan sat in the Porsche 911 very puzzled, stepped on the accelerator, and the car did not move at all.

"I want to fill up the gas tank."

As a result, the car still didn't move at all.

"I'll go, is this a model?"

After tossing and turning, Yang Xuan finally figured it out.

Modern stuff is of little use here, just for fun.

If it is something that is helpful to the cultivation of the law of war, then he can get it out casually.

For this reason, Yang Xuan also tried to bring a heaven-level sword out of the thatched cottage.

But when he walked out, the sword in his hand disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before.

After figuring out Yang Xuan here, and looking at those titan-like mountain peaks in the distance, all of them are like caves and heavens, and the rich law of war is visible to the naked eye.

"Meeting me, Yang Xuan, the Zhan Clan not only deserves to die, but also whether they will be blessed."

After staying for such a short time, Yang Xuan could feel a high fighting spirit gradually rising in his heart, and he had a faint understanding of the law of war. "

"I believe that the Zhanzu will like this environment very much."

Yang Xuan looked at Minor World and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, a huge storm formed over the God of War Temple.

After a while, a huge black hole appeared above Yang Xuan's head.

At the same time, after the system deducted the law spirit crystal veins, the avatar of Wushuang secret realm Yang Xuan was also doing the same thing.

With a wave of his hand, a huge black hole channel also appeared above the Zhan Clan.

Boom boom boom...

Just at the moment of formation, Jiang Taixu and the seventeen ancestors behind him, staying in the Realm of the Ninth Stage of Prestige, suddenly seemed like a flood breaking a bank.

Saint early stage...  

Saint middle stage......

Saint King...

"Quick, get in. You can't breakthrough here."

Yang Xuan suddenly felt an unprecedented crisis in his heart, and he felt his own hairs stand on end.

It was as if some great horror was about to come.

In fact, it wasn't just Yang Xuan, the Eighteenth Patriarch of the Zhan Clan and all members of the Zhan Clan were shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

Shaking like chaff all over.

Shhhhhhh...

Shhhhhh...

The Eighteenth Patriarch disappeared in place in an instant, followed by other members of the Zhan clan who wanted to break through, and without waiting for Yang Xuan to say anything, they got into the passage one by one.

Fortunately, the entrance of the passage is relatively large, so it is no problem for thousands of people to enter at one time.

It took less than an hour for Yang Xuan to come here, and those Zhan clan members who were relatively far away from here, after hearing the news, there have been Zhan clan members coming here one after another from all over the place.

In any case, there are still millions of people in the Zhan Clan.

Impossible to live in such a place.

When those who couldn't help but want to breakthrough left, everyone felt that the great terror disappeared.

"What the hell is that?"

Yang Xuan looked at the sky of Minor World with lingering fear.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

Everyone in the Zhanzu left the place where they stayed for tens of Ten Thousand Years through the teleportation channel.

But the hole in the sky still shows no signs of disappearing.

"System, didn't you say that the channel will be automatically closed after finishing?"

"Ding! Back to the host, yes. But it's not over yet."

"Not over?"

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, which meant that there were still people from the Zhan clan here.

Yang Xuan waited for another quarter of an hour, but finally no figure appeared.

"System, did you make a mistake?"

"Ding, back to the host, no."