Chapter 170
The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.
He thought to himself: In the Green Field, there must be no tribe that doesn't hate the Fengyu tribe.
It's so annoying. How can there be a race in this world that only thinks about fighting? It's speechless.
Fortunately, they still have a little self-awareness and never come to provoke him, otherwise he would have destroyed them long ago.
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Fengyu tribe
A secret room built of stones, dimly lit, with a few spider webs hanging from the ceiling.
The ground is covered with thick dust, and only a few shallow footprints indicate that someone has been here.
Feng Xu stood motionless in the center of the secret room, his body straight but unable to hide his anxiety.
He stared at the remnant pages of Huangquan Huanmeng.
After a while, he finally couldn't help punching the ground and shouted in a low voice: "Damn it! What is hidden in it!"
He couldn't help but think of the humans imprisoned in the dungeon, and gritted his teeth and said: "Let humans enter and exit the green field freely, but only restrict us, good, it's really great!"
Thinking of this, his aura suddenly exploded, and the powerful force caused the surrounding small stones to break away from their original positions, "rustling" and falling to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.
A new messy trace was added to the ground, and his hand was tightly clenched on the stone platform where the remnant pages of Huangquan Huanmeng were placed, leaving a deep handprint.
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Dungeon
In this narrow dungeon passage, the cold air was wantonly diffused.
From time to time, water drops fell between the cracks of the stone, making a dripping sound that was particularly harsh in the dead silence.
The dried and blackened bloodstains on the ground, which had gone through countless long years, told of the tragedy in the past.
Moldy straw was piled up in a mess, emitting bursts of rotten smell, and insects and rats were rampant.
Guan Huo was tightly locked to the stone wall by heavy iron chains. His lips were chapped and bloodless, and his body was covered with shocking scars.
He gasped hard, his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and he murmured: "... If I don't get out, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a few days with this injury."
He turned his neck with great effort, and his eyes were difficult to cast at the few people in the next cell. Those people were all disciples of the Human Immortal Dojo.
The disciples of the Human Immortal Dojo have a special means of communication, and they can clearly sense each other's position and whether they are injured.
They noticed that Guan Huo was seriously injured, and rushed over immediately, but they never thought that they would be beaten and taken to this cell.
Guan Huo looked at Liu Qian, who was barely breathing, and shouted hoarsely: "...Senior Sister Liu, are you okay?"
Liu Qian's fingers trembled slightly, but she had no more strength to respond: "..."
Guan Huo's voice trembled uncontrollably, and he said: "Senior Sister Liu, you must hold on a little longer!"
However, the only response to him was the heavy and disturbing breathing.
The strength of these disciples of the Human Immortal Dojo was too weak. Except for Liu Qian and Guan Huo, the rest of them had completely fallen into a coma, and the life breath of two of them was so weak that it was almost non-existent.
Guan Huo was filled with grief and anger, but he could only watch all this, completely helpless.
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Fengyu Clan
A huge stone eagle spread its wings, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it would break free from its restraints and soar into the sky in the next second.
The two sides of the gate were covered with dense spikes, flashing cold light under the reflection of the sun.
The animal bones hanging above the gate swayed gently in the breeze, making a tinkling sound.
Suddenly, a steady sound of footsteps sounded, and the guard outside the door was instantly alert. He looked up and shouted loudly: "Who is it!"
Feng Chi strode out from behind Nan Xunran, with an upright posture and a stern look, and said: "I."
A trace of astonishment flashed across the guard's face, and he stammered: "Elder Feng? Why... why are you here?"
Feng Chi folded his arms, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Do I need to explain to you why I came here?"
The guard shook his head hurriedly, looking panicked : "No, no, no."
Feng Chi took a big step forward and said sternly: "Get out of the way, let us in."
The guard glanced at Nan Xunran and others, and hesitated: "They..."
Feng Chi glared, "Don't you trust me?"
The guard lowered his head and replied repeatedly: "No, no, you go in."
Feng Chi turned around and bowed slightly to Nan Xunran, with a barely perceptible smugness on his face: "Boss, let's go."
He was secretly delighted, really
Being strong is good, and you can act like a boss, it's cool!
Under the watchful eyes of the guards, several people slowly walked into the Fengyu tribe.
Their figures were stretched out particularly slender under the slanting sunlight.
The guard looked at their backs as they walked away, frowned, and murmured in a low voice: "Should I report to the tribe leader?"
The companion next to him glared at him and said impatiently: "Elder Feng, don't you still trust me?"
