Genius Sword Immortal

Ye Feng stretched the stars for nine days. He flew several times faster than the second layer of the Shadow Fairy Trail. He could fly more than 200 meters per second. At nearly 6,700 kilometers per hour, he could catch up with the speed of ordinary passenger planes on Earth.

Of course, at this speed, Ye Feng can only last five minutes now. It is still impossible to chase the plane...

Less than a minute later, Ye Feng landed outside the Sal tribe with Ashyuan, and now even Yang Shuning's soul repair can't catch up with Ye Feng. As a member of the Soul Corps now mends, the speed of flight is only half that of Ye Feng.

Of course, it's easier to chase planes than Ye Feng when they're fixed for promotion, because they don't have shape and flying doesn't take much soul power.

The two men landed at the entrance of the tribe and saw from afar that someone had broken into the tribe.

“Because it was your order, I gave priority to sending someone to dispose of Fire Dragon's body...”

Ashyuan followed Ye Feng and quickly explained.

“Mmm.”

Ye Feng nodded, knowing that after seeing the golden leg, Ashyuan had put his request first, and even the tribe had temporarily ignored it.

Ye Feng's knowledge swept toward the tribe, and he knew that all the tribal residents had hidden in the wooden house, one closed door at a time, and that some others were hiding in a large basement in the tribe, protected by many fine tribal warriors.

As for those who broke into the Sal tribe, there were several practitioners, each of whom had been cultivated for thirty or fifty years, causing Ye Feng's eyebrows to wrinkle slightly.

Gabonese tribes are comparable in strength to Sal tribes, and it is certainly impossible to send so many practitioners. So these practitioners, they were definitely robbed by other tribes.

“Prince, it seems that the golden legs that have just appeared have scared them to death. ”

Those practitioners were surrounded by tribal youths who had been cultivated for only 10 years, and there was some euphemism.

This man is actually one of the three sacrificial young disciples of Asheyuan!

And his charming object, three practitioners dressed in more luxurious furs, has been moulded for thirty or fifty years, enough to sweep across the Sal tribe. Of course, if they can only curse, for Ye Feng today, it is nothing more than scum. Ye Feng took out his sword and killed them three easily.

The man in the middle, dressed in thick tiger skin, with beast fangs on his hands, appeared extremely noble and arrogant, precisely the young man known as the “Prince”.

“No wonder the remains of the ancient spirits are shocking, but that is not something we can consider. ”

The youth known as the Prince faintly said: "What matters more to us, is to develop ourselves and empower our tribes. So, the information you provide is very useful, and the beautiful woman in the ice, from now on, belongs to our Dragon-teng tribe. ”

“Prince, it's just a shame. ”

The charming young man's face lamented: “Our tribal sacrifice is actually a great beauty, but few people know it. I still accidentally listened to her father say it when he was drunk before he died...”

“Don't mention it again. ”

The prince's arrogant wave of hands: “Your great sacrifice has now been killed by the remains of the ancient gods. We dragon tribes do not need a dead man, even if she is more talented and more beautiful, she is only a dead man after all. ”

These words were conveyed to Ye Feng through Ashyuan's thoughts.

Ye Feng felt funny when he heard it. These guys seemed to think that they had just stepped on their golden legs and stepped on Asheyuan with them.

“That's terrible. ”

Ashiyuan stared dead at the charming young man in Tribal Square, in a tone of hatred: “I can't believe Mark betrayed the Tribe and colluded with the Prince of the Longteng Tribe! ”

Next, she described the situation of the Longteng tribe, a large tribe of more than 1,500 people, with as many as five or six sacrifices as 50 years of cultivation, far less powerful than the Sal tribe could compare.

Ye Feng received Ashyuan's thoughts and put the situation in his chest. Though these are the survival routines and laws of the ancient jungle, since he is on the side of Ashdown, naturally he has to help her teach each other a lesson.

Even, how could Ye Feng let them go when they hit Sophie Shadow with the idea?

“Mark must have just gone out to pick up Prince Longteng and didn't even know I was back. ”

Eshyuan gently held Ye Feng's arm: “Brother Ye, you have to be careful, the Longteng tribe is very powerful...”

“Don't worry. ”

Ye Feng nodded and stepped into the tribe.

The ordinary warriors brought by Prince Longteng were compiled from the Gabonese tribe. At this time, they were all searching for something in the Sal tribe. The goal was self-evident. It must have been the ice star tomb of Sophie Shadow. Unfortunately, when Ashdown came back, they were taken with them to the basement. For a moment and a half, the other party could not find it.

Ye Feng stepped in with Asheyuan and was immediately spotted by Gabonese tribal warriors, but since Asheyuan did not maintain an invisible curse, no one recognized her.

These Gabonese tribal warriors, who used to deal regularly with the tribes of Ashdown, are now killed in the Great Sacrifice, all of whom were compiled by Prince Longteng. If they resist, there must be only one way to die, losing the sanctuary of the great sacrifice, and a tribe dies.

“Who!”

A group of people shouted and shook up Prince Longteng and Marc, the charming young man in the center.

“Yoshi. ”

Prince Longteng turned around and revealed his full face. As soon as he saw the appearance and body of Asheyuan, he immediately lit up in front of him, as if he had seen an excellent prey.

“What are you doing? ”

Marc immediately asked Fox Fake Tiger Wei loudly. He did not recognize Asheyuan, but recognized Ye Feng. He did not know where Ye Feng had come from to bring such a beautiful woman.

“Shit, I'm your master. ”

Asheyuan replied coldly, suddenly marveling at Mark's gloomy face.

His master?

Isn't his master a high priest? Is she...

Mark's face changed. The high priest didn't die?

“That's perfect, haha. ”

Mark turned and smiled: "Prince Longteng is here, Master, why don't you see him soon? Luckily, the Prince loves you, and since then, you can be the Prince's woman. Enjoy yourself! ”

After that, he turned his head and said to Prince Longteng, who was full of beauty: "Prince, I didn't know the high priest was still alive. It's wonderful. ”

“Mm-hmm. ”

Prince Longteng looked far away at Asheyuan. The more satisfied he looked, the more satisfied he sounded the "Tsk” saliva. Look at the face, the breasts, the ass, the waist, Tsk...

“And the kid next to her is the man who made us Sal tribe ten more sacrificial bodies all at once! ”

Mark became solemn, pointing to Ye Feng.

Prince Longteng's face also condensed. Compared to the two beautiful women, Ye Feng obviously gave him more attention. How countervailing is the ability to make ordinary warriors into sacrificial bodies?

“Very well, you have done a great job. In the future, the Dragon Teng tribe will surely have your place! ”

Prince Longteng greatly appreciated it.

But that's the end of their laughter.

Because Ye Feng did it!