"It seems that this friend is very dissatisfied with us."

The young man with tiger skin sneered, "Boy, I don't care what tricks you used when you defeat the boxing champion. But in front of me, you'd better restrain your arrogant arrogance, otherwise I'll let you know the consequences of doing the right thing with me."

"Haha, I really don't know. Can you tell me?" Qin Yan smiled lightly, obviously not taking the threat from the tiger-skinned young man to heart.

The young man with tiger skin smiled and said, "Okay, let you see what the consequences of offending me will be. It's just right that I will help the Guimu clan to clean up you directly."

After his words came to his voice, it was not him who took action first, but the two sword souls of Zhan Xian and Zhenwu.

These two sword souls are centered on Qin Yan and mainly on him.

At this moment, I saw a young man who spoke directly and threatened his master, and even wanted to kill him.

In the past, they had no entities and could not do much.

But now it’s different. They all have entities and are extremely powerful.

As soon as the two of them made a move, a strong wind blew up, completely knocking the tiger-skinned young man out, falling to the ground, and constantly opening his mouth to vomit blood.

"Why...how can it be so strong!" The young man with tiger skin was already stunned.

"It will make you crushed to pieces!" The sword soul of the Immortal Killing Sword was extremely fierce and killing move.

The sword of killing immortals, even the immortals dare to kill them, not to mention that what they are facing now is just a little bastard?

"Forget it." Qin Yan grabbed the Immortal-Slaying Sword Soul at this time and said lightly: "There is no need to kill him like this kind of small character. The real targets are the Ghost Wood Clan and the Fist Mang Sect."

"Hmph." Zhenwu Sword Soul was also angry.

He did not kill anyone, but injected an extremely powerful sword intent into the body of the tiger-skinned young man.

"Ah! No!"

The young man with tiger skin clearly felt that the extremely powerful sword intent entered his body, and his foundation was quickly destroyed and his divine power was destroyed!

Now he has completely become a waste, a waste with no strength at all.

The Mongolian people were already stunned. The tiger-skinned young man they rely on could not hold on to one move in the hands of the man and a woman, and they were destroyed!

That man and a woman are boundlessly powerful!

They were frightened and didn't dare to stay here anymore.

At this time, Li Xingchen walked up with a piece of barbecue, and while eating, he walked to the tiger-skinned young man, squatted down and asked, "I want to ask you, where are the people from the Guimu Clan and the Quanmang Sect? If you answered it, and it was the correct answer, I think you can leave here alive."

This Mongolian tribe is obviously in the same group as the Guimu tribe's Quan Mang Sect. The people from Tianxing Pavilion have long received the news.

But their real goals are the two major forces, the Guimu Clan and the Quanmang Sect. The others who are attached to them are just small characters.

Moreover, the young man from the Mongolian tribe made a sound and wanted to rob the demon pills he had worked hard to kill the ferocious beasts, and he would snatch them all without giving them.

It would be a lucky thing for such a person not to kill him.

The young man with tiger skin didn't say anything, buried his head deep into the ground, and held the jade bow tightly with one hand, as if he was going to make a final try.

"I...I know." At this time, a tiger-skinned boy from the Mongolian tribe spoke: "They...they are nearby, but they... don't know you are here."

"Oh." Li Xingchen immediately understood.

As they made such a big noise in this mountain range, those people didn't even know.

"It seems that your tribe members understand better than you, the value of living." Li Xingchen slapped the tiger-skinned young man hard on the face, then stood up, continued to return to Zi Rong and the others, and continued to drink and eat meat in big mouthfuls.

The Mongolian people could no longer stay here, so they rushed forward and carried the tiger-skinned young man away.

"Now I finally know the approximate location of the Guimu Clan and others, but we are not very clear about the specific location." Li Xingchen said while eating meat: "Dear brothers and sisters, what should we do this time?"

"What else can I do? Just kill it." Yuchi Gong shouted after taking a big sip of wine.

"It's better to start first." Feng Wuchen chewed slowly, as if a girl was eating.

"I agree with Feng Wuchen's statement." Li Xingchen nodded.

Long Muyue continued: "But, if we just rashly start a war with them, and then go straight to war. If that is a trap, what should we do?"

"Look at the situation first." Qin Yan said: "We have a lot of ferocious beast demon pills here now. And this competition, in a total of three months, we can have many days to prepare, right?"

"Yes." Li Xingchen and Yuchi Gong nodded one after another.

Today is indeed a huge harvest, and this time the harvest is definitely more than the more than 3,000 demon pills.

You can think about how many ferocious beasts did the beast-attracting pill attract?

Qin Yan killed no less than 1,500 ferocious beasts alone, and the ferocity of his life can be imagined.

In addition, there are more than a thousand ferocious beasts surrounded by Li Xingchen and Zi Rong.

Not to mention Feng Wuchen, Long Muyue and Yuchi Gong, there are not a thousand, but there are hundreds of ferocious beasts, right?

That night, they ate enough and absorbed the essence of divine power left on the corpses of the ferocious beasts.

They use these essences of magical power to constantly use their energy to heal their wounds.

Although it was a great harvest, they paid a lot of money.

Among them, Qin Yan was the worst injured, but fortunately, he was a demon body.

From the first level of demon shadow, to the second level of demon blood, the third level of demon bone, and the fourth level of demon pattern.

He almost reached the point where he could quickly recover his flesh and blood. Even if he was bombarded to pieces, he could reorganize his flesh and blood in the shortest time.

In contrast, Li Xingchen and the others do not have such a strong body and flesh. Although they also have the skills to refine their bodies, they are much weaker than the demon body. After all, they are still in the mortal body.

After a night passed, they all became full of energy and returned to their glory.

"Let's go! Go and hunt the Ghost Wood Clan and the others!"

One sentence means a killing battle and is about to begin.

After the Ghost Wood Clan and the Fist Mang Sect entered the secret realm of immortality, they were searching everywhere for the whereabouts of the people in the Tianxing Pavilion.

But what disappointed them was that after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find their whereabouts, which made them very anxious.

Later they heard that in a mountain range, someone attracted countless ferocious beasts to kill, and this time they must have obtained a lot of demon pills. So they found the Mongolian tribe and asked the Mongolian tribe to go up the mountain range to find out the situation, and see if they were the people from Tianxing Pavilion. If so, they would force them out of the mountains directly. Then they would kill them.

After waiting for a whole night, the people from the Mongolian tribe finally came back.

A person from the Guimu tribe went up and asked, "How is it? Are they the people from Tianxing Pavilion?"

"Yes." The tiger-skinned boy of the Mongolian tribe nodded and tightly grasped the longbow in his hand: "The prince was actually ruined by them!"

"What did you say? Meng Yutian was actually deposed?" A disciple of Quanmang Sect walked up and said in surprise.

"Well. Among them, there seemed to be a very powerful master hidden. He knocked the prince out with one move and then got rid of it." Anger appeared in the eyes of the tiger-skinned boy.

"Don't worry, since your Mongolian tribe and our Guimu tribe have joined forces to deal with Tianxing Pavilion. At that time, we will naturally avenge your prince." A mysterious man from the Guimu tribe suddenly walked up and stretched out his hand and put it on the boy's body.

"Really?" The boy's eyes lit up: "Thank you, the patriarch!"

"Well." The mysterious man from the black robe of the Ghost Wood Clan nodded. Then he asked, "By the way, are they in the mountains now?"

"It's probably no longer there." The young man shook his head and said, "At that time, we did not go down the mountain immediately, but stayed in the mountain. We just saw that there was a quiet area there, and I'm afraid we had left that place long ago."

"Okay." The mysterious man from the black robe of the Ghost Wood Clan nodded and said, "This time, we will intercept them and completely eliminate them!"

When they were talking in a jungle on the grassland, they didn't know that Qin Yan and the others had arrived at the end of the jungle.

"Well, a very strong aura." Li Xingchen nodded and said, "It seems that the people from the Guimu Clan and the Quanmang Clan are all here."

"Hehe, this time it happened to be a good deal!" Yuchi Gong laughed.

"Don't worry, I have time to play with them." A gloomy look appeared in Li Xingchen's eyes: "They caused our Tianxing Pavilion to lose five divisions, and more than 3,000 disciples died in their hands. How could they let them go so easily?"

"Then what you mean is..." Yuchi Gong's eyes lit up and his brows moved.

Qin Yan also sneered: "Since they dare to do this trick with us, then we will do this trick with them too. Aren't they a lot of people? The people from the Guimu Clan and the Quanmang Sect are all ten people, exactly twenty people, so let these twenty people slowly..."

"Fear." Li Xingchen and Qin Yanxin understood it.

Among the people of the Guimu Clan and the Quanmang Clan, there are also female disciples present.

They followed the others and set out together, walked out of the jungle to find the people in Tianxing Pavilion.

Of course, what they didn't know was that Qin Yan and the others had already followed them. Suddenly, a female disciple was grabbed by a man and pulled him back.

"Um!"

She was extremely frightened and wanted to shout help, but one hand had already covered her mouth, and then a cold sword passed directly through her throat.

And the one holding this sword is the soul of the Immortal Sword.

Her speed was so fast that it was almost unresponsive.

The people walking in front, especially the three or four female disciples walking in the back, were still talking, and suddenly they found that one person was missing among them.

"Hey, why is the little junior sister missing?" A female disciple of the Fist Mang Sect shouted suspiciously.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came, and only a woman's body was seen hanging from a branch, and blood flowed from her throat.

"Someone attacked!"

The people who were walking in the front immediately reacted.
To be continued...