"Don't talk to those who forget their ancestors!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan's words were extremely direct, and it could even be said to be without any mercy. This made Kong Cheng's face look extremely ugly. Even the leader of the Dongyi tribe was stunned for a moment and did not say anything.

Sure enough, no matter who is, there are always something that makes him lose his composure. Gongsun Xuanyuan is mature and gentle, and he is polite to anyone he talks to, and he does not have the airs of the second prince at all.

But now facing the people in the Tianren Mansion, he feels rebellious. Even Yang Fanhai feels that he has acted like this, but he feels that the person in front of him is real.

If you don’t like it, it means you don’t like it, or if you hate it, it’s annoying. There is no need to be a lie with you.

"What did you say!" Kong Cheng roared, his voice rising by eighteen tones, and even felt a little changed.

Gongsun Xuanyuan did not hear it, and did not respond at all, but said to the patriarch of the Dongyi clan: "Class leader, have you seen the things on the document? My father asked me to come with twelve sincerity. Is it convenient for discussion now?"

The head of the Dongyi clan thought for a moment, then spoke to Kong Cheng, "I don't know if the fourth young master is here today, but what's the important thing?"

Kong Cheng hurriedly said, "Mr. **, my father asked me to come to the East China Sea to hunt. Unexpectedly, the situation this year is a bit special, so I want to borrow two hundred magic snatchers from the patriarch."

The head of the Dongyi tribe shook his head without hesitation: "Sorry, Fourth Master, I can't agree to this matter."

"Senior, this..." Kong Cheng looked puzzled. The relationship between the Tianren Mansion and the Dongyi tribe was quite good, and even the guards at the door could be seen. In his opinion, borrowing two hundred magic shooters was not a big deal.

Unwilling to give up, he immediately said, "Class leader, think about it again, I am willing to use it..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the patriarch of the Dongyi tribe: "I did this on purpose, but the situation in the East China Sea this year is a bit unusual. I am worried that unexpected situations will occur, so I cannot let the patriarch's children take risks. This is not a requirement."

"A few days ago, I heard that wild dragons were raging in the East China Sea, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea was chasing people. Now the East China Sea is full of dangers, so I would like to advise the fourth young master to not go hunting this year."

"This..." Kong Cheng looked entangled. How could he give up what his father ordered? Moreover, there were many brothers in the family, fighting openly and secretly. If he left like this, wouldn't he be laughed at?

The head of the Dongyi clan no longer persuaded him, but said, "I have something to do today, so I am not convenient to receive him. I will be slow to treat the fourth son."

The naked order to expel guests was helpless, Kong Cheng had no choice but to bow and bow and let him retreat. Before leaving, he glanced at Gongsun Xuanyuan, full of resentment.

After Kong Cheng led the people away, the head of the Dongyi tribe said to Yang Fanhai again: "My nephew, please!"

"Senior, please!"

The two then followed the Dongyi tribe leader into the gate.

There is no special place inside the gate, but some ordinary buildings. This place is not so much the residence of the patriarch, but rather the garrison of the Holy Mountain, and everything is like a military camp.

After leading Gongsun Xuanyuan and Yang Fanhai to a house, the patriarch of the Dongyi tribe ordered someone to bring tea and snacks, and then asked the two of them to sit down.

Gongsun Xuanyuan just sat down and stood up again, bowed and said, "Since there are no outsiders here, I will speak openly. The tribes in the three sides have been in turmoil for thousands of years, and now it seems that there is a tendency to calm down."

"The Guifang tribe has been invading the human race of our Jiuzhou for so many years, and it has caused a lot of trouble for the Dongyi tribe. Once the civil strife of the three tribes has subsided, they will free up their own hands and feet. I believe that it will not only be a headache for the human race, but also a trouble for the Dongyi tribe."

"So what my father meant was that he hoped to join forces with the nobles to attack the Guifang tribe together."

At this time, someone just sent tea and snacks on it. After it was placed on the table, he stepped down.

The head of the Dongyi tribe poured tea for all three cups, no more than a few, just eight cents full. He smiled and said, "This is the newly produced snow mist tea on the holy mountain this year. It can calm the mind and calm the energy and repair the damage to the meridians. It can be said to be a fine tea among the tea. Second Prince, please."

"Thank you!" Gongsun Xuanyuan thanked him, picked up a cup, took a sip, and nodded and said, "The fragrance is refreshing to the lungs, slightly bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is raw sweet. Where the tea is warm, you can feel the coldness of ice and snow. The snow mist tea in the holy mountain is indeed rare in the world."

Yang Fanhai had no idea about the so-called tea ceremony. Seeing that what Gongsun Xuanyuan said seemed extraordinary, he couldn't help but pick up the teacup and take a sip.

It smells fragrant, but it seems that the smell of ordinary leaves is nothing. It just comes to the mouth a little bitter, but after swallowing it, it feels slightly sweet in the tip of the tongue, which is pretty good. The most amazing thing is that this tea is obviously warm, but after drinking it in the belly, you can feel a cool feeling, which is extremely comfortable.

After taking a sip, the head of the Dongyi tribe said slowly: "The snow mist tea tea tree in the holy mountain is actually just ordinary snow mist tea tea tree, and it is no different. However, there is snow mist floating and sinking on the top of the holy mountain all year round, which is more suitable for the growth of snow mist tea. In addition, the power of the holy mountain is tempered, so it has such a taste. However, even so, it takes three years to nourish a batch of new tea, and the Second Prince is a good treat."

"Oh!" Gongsun Xuanyuan asked thoughtfully: "Senior, do you mean that this matter needs to be done slowly and cannot be accomplished overnight?"

The head of the Dongyi tribe shook his head and said, "I personally like Yunwu tea very much. I wish I could pick it every year. Unfortunately, this tea is not only restricted by seasonal conditions, but also restricted by the rules of my Dongyi tribe. Even if I want to pick Yunwu tea, I need to discuss with the eight elders in my tribe before making a decision."

Gongsun Xuanyuan nodded: "I understand!"

The patriarch of the Dongyi tribe said slowly again: "I have also paid attention to the situation of the Guifang tribe. Although it will not cause any terrible threats, it is indeed a problem. I personally agree with your father's proposal. The rest depends on yourself! In a few days, we will hold a five-year sea king festival here, and eight elders will come. It is rare for nephew to leave Jiuzhou once, so I happened to have a trip here."

"The Sea King Festival has a sharp shooting competition. The top three can go to the Holy Mountain to pay homage to the holy objects. This competition is not limited to my Dongyi tribe. If you are interested, you can also participate. If you can get the sharp shooting top scorer, it may be of some help."

"Thank you for your advice from the clan leader, it's a pity..." Gongsun Xuanyuan shook his head and sighed slightly: "In terms of strength, I am not as confident as any peer, but I really don't understand this archery technique."

Shooting... Yang Fanhai's heart moved. He had practiced a lot, and it seemed that he had done a good job. I don't know what the result would be compared with these Dongyi tribes who were good at shooting.

The head of the Dongyi tribe smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to watch the fun! It's rare for a nephew to come here, so I'll arrange a residence with you."

"Thank you for your kindness!" Gongsun Xuanyuan shook his head: "I am a newcomer and do not understand the rules of the Dongyi tribe. If I live in the holy land, I may accidentally violate it. It would be better to live in the city."

The head of the Dongyi tribe thought for a moment and nodded again: "That's good, I'll say to the guards at the door. My nephew just needs to report his name when he comes."

"Thank you, senior, that junior is leaving first!"

After Gongsun Xuanyuan gave another salute, he and Yang Fanhai left the residence of the clan leader and walked towards the city.

"Second Prince, are we going to wait here?" Yang Fanhai couldn't help asking.

Gongsun Xuanyuan nodded: "There is no way, things between countries will not be so easy, let alone cooperation between two different races. The Dongyi tribe is pretty good, they are not a brutal and warlike race, so they are quite polite to us."

"If you meet other immortals, you will know what it means to be looked down upon. Don't ask for advice, you will probably just sweep us out. No matter what, the patriarch said, and he agreed. This is equivalent to half of the success. The rest depends on how to convince the elders!"

The two found a place to live. Gongsun Xuanyuan spent some time thinking about the residence of the clan leader. Although he could not see the full view of the clan leader's residence, he could see the situation on the street in front of him.

I don’t know when the Sea King Festival was at the time, and the two of them didn’t know what to do for a while. They could only walk around the Holy City and inquire about some information.

Then the information is not very optimistic. The Sea King Festival is a grand event of the Dongyi tribe. Every three years, in addition to various competitions and activities, the most exciting thing about the Dongyi tribe is the Qiankun Bow, the sacred object of the tribe.

If you can get the top three in the shooting competition, you will have the opportunity to pay tribute to the holy objects in the clan and obtain certain secret techniques in the clan. However, in terms of time, this grand event will last three months, which means that the two of you will have to wait here for three months.

When they returned to their residence, the two were discussing what to do in the past three months, when they suddenly felt a black shadow rushing in at the window. After a closer look, it was the Youshan Cymbi from Lich's blood.

"Brother Xuanyuan, Brother Mu Yi!"

After greeting the two of them, the sound of a loud bell was heard. You Shanchuang asked again: "I don't know what happened to the alliance?"

"I'm not sure yet!" Gongsun Xuanyuan didn't hide it: "The clan leader can't make a decision, and he still needs to wait for the elders of other departments to come. What about you? Do you have a clue?"

You Shanchuang shook his head and said again: "I only know that the holy objects are in the holy mountain, but there is no place to enter. The only entrance is the residence of the clan leader, but there are too many guards in that place, and there are strong people stationed in it. I don't have any chance to attack."

"You won't give up just now, do you?" Gongsun Xuanyuan asked.

"Of course not!" You Shanchuang smiled and shook his head: "I thought of a way, maybe it would work, but I have to borrow the Mu Yi brothers."

Gongsun Xuanyuan did not agree or refuse, just said, "I can't do this, and you may have to tell your way."

You Shanchuang looked at Yang Fanhai and smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!