Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 702 The Real Powerhouse

Puff, puff...

The sound of spouting blood one after another continued to resound in the quiet square, causing countless soldiers to look sideways.

The three of them were out of their minds, they dared to break into the place where two strong Martial Kings were sitting, and even beheaded several elite soldiers.

But soon, the hearts of those soldiers once again set off a huge wave, because just now they discovered that those elite soldiers whose strength was at least as strong as a great martial artist vomited blood and flew out, and no one even shot them.

This scene is really a bit too weird!

If it is said to strike, only the thin young man in black spit out the word 'get off', but the strong man who can kill with just words, who is not a high-ranking big shot, who would come here?
There were more soldiers, armed with shining spears, trying to stop Jiang Mo and the three of them. However, after learning from the past, they all wisely kept a distance of ten feet away from the three of them.

Above the first place, the eyes of the two strong Martial Kings darkened. Anyone who dares to make trouble at this time is looking for death!

The patriarch of the barbarian monster clan swooped down, like a roc spreading its wings, and rushed towards Jiang Mo.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Mo didn't even raise his eyes, just chopped the sole of his foot heavily on the ground, and in an instant, an invisible fluctuation of Yuan force swept out.

The mighty King Wu was like hitting an invisible wall, no different from those barbarian monster warriors before, and bounced straight away.

Although the patriarch of the barbarian clan was much stronger than the previous armored soldier, his fate was no better than that of the armored soldier. He still spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a broken kite. There was a dull sound.

The strong Martial King, who was called Brother Gao by the head of the Man Yao Clan, suddenly turned extremely pale. He was about the same strength as the head of the Man Monster Clan. when.

Thousands of soldiers were stunned, and the high and mighty King Wu discarded all his dignity, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said, "My lord, please forgive me if I offend you!"

Kowtowing three times after finishing speaking, half of the warrior's backbone was gone.

Beside Lin Yun, sister and brother, although they had already guessed that Jiang Mo was very strong, they did not expect to be so strong that even the strong King Wu could be sent flying with a single slap, which is really terrifying!
The old chief of the tribe who was tied to the iron pillar, as well as the elders, finally saw what was happening in front of them.

The two Martial Kings who led the elite warriors of the Barbarian Monster Race were lying on the ground like dead dogs at this moment, not daring to breathe.

Whether it is the old patriarch of the tribe, or those elders who were high above the ground in the past, their hearts are overwhelmed at this moment.

The young man in brocade clothes who had been taught by Jiang Mo was also tied to the iron pillar. When he saw Lin Yun, his brother and sister, and the thin young man in black, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

After a while, he realized that it was Lin Yun, sister and brother who brought the young man in black with him.

The young man in brocade clothes took another look at the two ashen-faced Wu Wang powerhouses on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a glimmer of hope in his heart, that there might be a turning point for what happened today.

"Father, that young man in black is the one who broke my palms and my right leg." The young man in brocade said to his father, the third elder of the tribe, in a low voice.

Hearing this, the third elder showed a deep shock on his face. Fortunately, he didn't go to trouble the young man in black to avenge his son. Otherwise, even if he was the third elder of the tribe, he would have been beheaded long ago .

After suppressing the shock in their hearts, Lin Yun and his brother walked towards the old patriarch who was trapped on the iron pillar.

"Yun girl, it's you..." Although the tribal leader is old, his memory is not bad. After seeing the handsome girl and the honest boy in front of him, he immediately recalled it.

Back then, the parents of the siblings died, and if it wasn't for the care of the old patriarch, they might not have survived today.

"En." Lin Yun nodded heavily, and said, "I'll unlock the chain for you right now."

The old patriarch had already understood the whole story, and thinking about it, it should be Yun girl who invited the strong man in black to relieve the tribe from the danger of extermination.

Although the old patriarch was surprised how Lin Yun and his brother met such a strong young man in black, he was more pleased that with the young man in black here, the barbarian monster clan would no longer be able to make trouble!
The chains tied to the old patriarch's body were too complicated, and in the end, the simple and honest boy split the chains with a sword.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of barbarian monster warriors, the simple and honest young man split the chains on everyone one by one, even the third elder of the tribe and the young man in brocade, Lin Bing also split the chains on them.

Back then, the young man in Jinyi offended Lin Bing's sister, but he also got what he deserved. His severed palms and broken right leg are the best evidence.

The young man in brocade clothes had a bitter expression on his face, and felt a little sorry for Lin Yun and his brother. After experiencing a cruel war, he realized how ridiculous his behavior was.

"Yun girl, did you invite that strong man?" the old patriarch asked.

"Well, Mr. Jiang Mo has a kind heart. He couldn't bear to see our tribe wiped out, so he agreed to take action." Lin Yun nodded.

The old patriarch nodded, with a little smile in his eyes, he said: "Maybe, that young man is girl Zhongyiyun."

"Patriarch, what are you talking about?" Lin Yunqiao blushed slightly, pinching the corner of her skirt, and said shyly.

Under the leadership of the old patriarch, a group of people walked slowly towards Jiang Mo. The old man bowed and saluted, and said, "Thank you for your generosity. This old man represents the entire tribe, thank you for saving your life!"

Dozens of tribal elders behind him bowed and saluted at the same time.

"You don't have to thank me. If you really want to thank them, thank them. I will leave soon. I hope that after I leave, their lives will not be disturbed." Jiang Mo said flatly, Slowly spread.

"I assure you that there will be no one in the entire tribe who dares to disturb the girl Yun and her brother in any way." The old patriarch replied in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Jiang Mo nodded, then turned around and patted Lin Bing on the shoulder, saying, "Practice hard."

Then, he stopped staying and turned around to leave.

Lin Yun hesitated to speak, and with clear eyes, quietly watched the thin figure leave slowly.

Lying on the ground, the two Martial King powerhouses with faces ashen ashes were secretly happy. After the young man left, the tribe still fell into their hands.

However, the joy in their hearts did not last long, because an ice cube appeared under their bodies at some point, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them turned into two ice sculptures.

At this time, Jiang Mo's figure flew up into the air. The strange thing was that the wings of Yuanli behind him did not spread out, but he was still able to fly in the air.

That is the means only possessed by the strong Wu Zong!

In one year in the tribe, he was promoted from Emperor Wu to Emperor Wuzong!

A group of people stared blankly at his figure walking away, and they were inevitably shocked: This is the real strong man!

(End of this chapter)