The God of War Challenging Heaven

Ah...

Jasmine!

Rumor has it, Grandpa Yao and his grandson both had to stand still and blink incredibly there.

On the other hand, Bamboo Xin herself, more attractive red moist mouth stunned open, snow white pointed small chin, broken ground.

They could not have imagined that the candidate in the Oriental Heart would actually be flaming bamboo.

Phew...

It took a while for these three men to return from the extreme shock.

“Oriental sister, are you kidding me? Let me sit as the chief of our tribe and lead the tribe down? ”

Takeshi looked at Oriental Lawn with amazement and was very restless.

“This is not right. ”

Yao Yao on one side also shook his head: “Although Zhu Xin killed Xin and Yan Yongde with your help in the mausoleum garden, she also brought out the totem now, but the original disaster, anyway, happened because of her. No one in the tribe would endorse Zhu Xin as a patriarch. ”

That's right, they've just made some changes to their senses about Bamboo Heaven, but they're still having a hard time accepting Bamboo Heaven as a matriarch.

Not only are they, the rest of the tribe, even more unlikely to accept, don't forget, just before, people on the street are still angry to fill up the pieces of Bamboo Heavenly Corpse, if Bamboo Heavenly sits in the position of Patriarch, it is only afraid to turn the sky.

“Senior Yao Yao, I correct one thing. ”

Qin Yi, who had never spoken, touched his nose and said: “You also know that when he was in the Blood Witch Holy Land, Yan Yongde was killed by you, and then Yan Yongde, who was just a bloody ghost, was immortal, so, in the Divine Demon Garden, it was just, not us, but the Blood Witch who killed him. ”

Blood Witch Ancestors!

It was said that Yao Yao and Yan Pity Dream once again stuck together, twirling the faces of the two, gently appearing fanatical.

“The blood witch ancestors, not in the ancient years, have already fallen, how can they appear in the mausoleum again? ”

Yao was extremely excited.

The flaming dreams around him were also due to the extreme excitement, a piece of red flutter on both cheeks, which appeared to be extraordinarily moving.

“That's right, the bloody witch fell in the war of the ancient times. ”

Qin Yi Xu Xu said: “However, you don't know anything. In that ancient war, the blood witch was just a meteor, there was no ash smoke extinguishing. She still had a little spirit. She was branded in the blood jade painting. Over the years, Zhu Xin used her brainchild to constantly nourish the blood jade painting. The silk spirit of the blood witch only allowed it to grow rapidly, and eventually appeared, and wiped out the blood ghost. ”

“Yes, it is precisely because of Xin Zhu, the spiritual knowledge of your ancestors' blood witches, that you can grow up quickly. ”

Wearing a red robe, the feminine woman, touched her forehead and said: "Yes, Zhu Xin was at fault before, but she was more than successful. If it wasn't for her, she was afraid of the blood witch spirit in your tribe, not to mention nurturing it, so that it grew quickly. Therefore, if the elders of Yan Yao were unwilling to take the position of chief, then Zhu Xin would definitely be the best person. ”

It was said that Yao had been forced into meditation by his eyebrows.

Seeing him like this, Qin Yi and others looked at each other, and their hearts were full of darkness. They knew that Yao had moved and were persuaded by their rotating rhetoric.

After all, Yao Yao is not a corrupt man, he understands the truth, otherwise he would not have such a high reputation in this Yan tribe.

Originally in Shen Di Ling Garden, it was just that they would absolutely help Yan Zhu Xin to sit in the matriarchal position because they knew the nature of Yan Zhu Xin. After coming out of Shen Di Ling Garden and returning to the Yan clan, although no one in the Yan clan was her opponent anymore, they would spend their lives blaming themselves for their previous mistakes.

If she were to sit as a matriarch, her self-reproach would translate into motivation.

“According to you, although Zhu Xin has been at fault, he is indeed the most suitable candidate for the position of Patriarch. The second person of such merit cannot be found in the whole tribe. OK, I have no problem with this myself, but the election of Patriarch is a matter for the entire tribe, and I still see whether others agree or disagree? ”

After a while of reflection, Yao finally nodded.

Hearing him, Qin Yi and others looked at each other with a smile and let go of their hearts completely. As long as Yao nodded, this matter would basically be settled.

“Hee-hee, I don't mind either. ”

Pity dreams of bamboo, a pair of Spirit eyes, glittering, full of admiration.

Blood Witch, is the God in the hearts of the Yan tribe. Now, Yan Zhu Xin has saved the God in their hearts. How can Yan Zhen dream not admire Yan Zhu Xin?

Although Yan Zhuxin has made some mistakes, those processes are not worth mentioning relative to this merit.

“Well, I'm going to publish it in the tribe, and according to the rules of the past, there's going to have to be a contest, and anyone who doesn't like it can challenge it until they take it orally. ”

Yao Yao said: "The place of the contest is located in that battlefield. As for the time, it should be set in five days. Zhu Xin also needs to prepare for it. Your situation is a bit special, no one can predict what will happen. ”

So it was settled, and in five days' time, in this famous battlefield of the Yan tribe, an election contest for the chief will be held.

In this case, there is no need to worry about Qin Yi and others, everything will be arranged.

Qin Yi several people, settled in the bamboo house in Yao, temporarily stayed there. Yao advised them not to move around randomly these days. The sentiments of the people of the tribe about Bamboo Heaven have not dissipated, in order to avoid causing unnecessary confusion.

Yao Yao is highly respected in the Yan tribe, so long as he is in his bamboo house, no one dares to barge in and make trouble.

Yao's bamboo house is quite small, Qin Yi eight people, each divided into a separate bedroom.

“This is a really good place. ”

Qin Yi stood in front of the window and looked at the small lake in front of him. He was used to the cold wind blowing up his face. He just felt comfortable.

After a long period of killing and conspiracy in the mausoleum, Qin Yi was put back into this world. Qin Yi's heart softly raised a slight sentiment: how good it would be if there were no fighting and no killing in this world.

Calculate carefully. Unknowingly, I already have several fiancées, Siqi Yang, Feiniang Yang, Xinxian Bamboo, Poetry Rhyme, Snow Dragon, Holy Snow Lady.

And these fiancées, all of them worldly beauty blanks, hot bodies, like flowers and balls, all have their own sex in the autumn.

If it weren't for the bloody Fae, he wouldn't be on his own mission, stuck in battle all day long, so he could take these fiancées and find a place like this, hide and seek, night and night rainfall, how enjoyable it would be, and on such a day, even if he were to be a fairy, he wouldn't do it.

Speaking of which, despite having so many fiancées, none of them have, in fact, broken through the last line of defense and completed the last arch process.

“Arch, how does it feel? ”

I touched my nose and Qin Yi was curious about it.

He had many opportunities to "arch”, but he did not enter that state, which was mainly his mission, and he did not want to be obsessed with women until he had completed his mission, being a pig who could only arch cabbage.

When I think of these women who have no shallow roots with me, Qin Yi is a thousand heads and sighs: “Poetry, snow, Holy Snow, are you all right now? Right now, aren't you thinking about me? ”

After a long killing in the mausoleum, Qin Yi finally had the leisure to recall their smile. Qin Yi only felt that she had met them last time, a century apart.

Poetry is currently not far from him, but tens of thousands of kilometers east of here to the Great Leung Empire, and the current poetry, in the Imperial City of the Great Leung Empire, is the head of the six great iron guards next to the Great Leung Emperor.

And the end of the snow and the Holy Snow Lady, in the distant mainland of Yulan.

“Qin Yi, what are you mumbling about? ”

A soft voice sounds slowly from behind.

Qin Yi returned to God and turned around and found that Xin Yan Zhu had come behind him sometime.

The beauty is still dressed in traditional Yan tribe clothing, with sleeveless red leather vests on her upper body, red shorts on her lower body and red boots with white fleece hems on her feet.

Her two nude, snowy, long legs outside, tight and together, no gap in the middle, the pavilion jade stand, for any male, is quite powerful killing power.

“Oh, nothing. ”

Qin Yi sighed softly, and put his eyes back on the lake outside the house. He stared quietly at a delicate, luscious lotus flower. The words spouted in his mouth have become a little far-reaching and distant: “Bamboo Xin, let's not hide from you, besides you, Mei Ma and Yang Master Sister, I still have three fiancées. They are the poetry of the head of the six major iron guards of the Daliang Empire, the Virgin of Yulan Mainland, and the great leader of the Mu clan in Yulan Mainland, Mu Xue. Their presence, only Mei Ma knows, you and Yang Master Sister, do not know anything about this. ”

“No.”

Standing behind Qin Yi, Yan Zhuxin stared quietly at his back and shook his head gently: “The existence of the three of them, in fact, while still in the Mausoleum Garden of the Divine Demons, Sister Mei had already told me and Siqi, and she also told us about you and the three of them in detail. ”

Ah...

So Mei Ma has already told them!

Qin Yi slightly glanced at the flower in the distance: “So... aren't you jealous? ”

“Why be jealous, all three of them, but all of them are first-class characters, they can all fall for you, which is enough to show your excellence, and we should be proud of it. ”

Xin Yanzhu said slowly behind her.