The sea breeze roars, the vast grass, and the dark clouds are heavy, as if a large army is approaching, conquering people's chests.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain!"

Yang Fanhai looked up at the sky, muttered to himself, and looked down at the front, driving the big black panther under his crotch to speed up the journey.

Can Gang, who was standing beside him, kept looking around, looking cautious, as if he was guarding against something. At the order of Chiyou, Yang Fanhai turned back to the Qingli tribe, but instead of crossing the southern barbarians, he circled the coastline.

"There won't be any accident in that team, right?"

Yang Fanhai asked with some concern that the twelve witch clans came from, not silently, but informed Chiyou in a very direct way: they were going to take away the Qiankun Bow.

Chi You did not refuse directly, pretended to consider it, and secretly sent someone to inform Yang Fanhai. Although according to his plan, he would sooner or later fight against the twelve witch tribes in Jingzhou and Liangzhou, it was too early to even take down the southern barbarian land at this time.

In the current situation, try not to directly conflict if you can avoid the twelve witch tribes. In order to avoid the twelve witch tribes, Duan Xiu sent a group of people pretending to be Yang Fanhai and his party to Qingli tribe, and Yang Fanhai himself detoured from the coastline.

It had been more than a month since then, and Yang Fanhai, who had not received any news, couldn't help but worry about the fake one.

Cangang shook his head: "Don't worry, the patriarch must be sure of making such arrangements. Brother Mu Yi, just take care of yourself."

When he was talking, his eyes glanced at the back of the left from time to time. Yang Fanhai looked beautiful and pretty, while Can Gang looked like a thin woman riding a black bear and following behind him. It was Jiufeng.

Seeing Cangang looking over, Jiufeng glared at him fiercely, and Cangang was so scared that he quickly turned his head back.

Yang Fanhai was a little embarrassed and looked back at Jiufeng and said, "Captain Jiufeng, in fact, you can't do such things, so you don't need to do this."

Jiufeng pouted and snorted: "How can it not count? Everyone knows that I, Jiufeng, speaks with words. Do you want to provoke the glory of my witch clan?"

"I dare not!" Yang Fanhai shook his head quickly: "But I didn't know about this in advance, otherwise... or..."

"Or what? Or will you lose to me?" Jiufeng snorted: "This is the promise I made in front of everyone in the past. How can I break my promise?"

Yang Fanhai sighed and shook his head and said, "But you don't know me at all. I'm not even from your witch tribe. Don't you think getting married is too hasty for us?"

Getting married... Yang Fanhai's heart was so thunderous and messy that he never expected that the first person in the world to say that he wanted to get married with him would be a witch woman.

Jiufeng is the leader of the Tianhe Tribe, but it has only been more than ten years since she took over this leader. Before that, she was just a woman with a higher status in the Tianhe Tribe.

To describe it in Yang Fanhai's words, she is tall and beautiful, in the eyes of the Wu tribe, just like a thin monkey spirit, an ugly monster, and is the kind that no Wu tribe wants to marry.

This made her not have the idea of ​​marrying since she was a child, and she devoted herself to practicing, improving her strength, and ignored other things. This actually led to her improvement in her strength exceeding everyone's expectations. In just two hundred years, she had already reached the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.

When she took over the patriarch, the defeated competitor was unwilling to accept it, so she made fun of her for this matter. Because of her different status, Jiufeng felt that she should not be ridiculed for such a thing, so she wanted to choose a son-in-law.

Unfortunately, the witch clan is not like the human race. There are still people in the human race who choose people they don’t love or even hate for various reasons such as power and wealth. The witch clan is not. For the witch clan, if you like it, you like it, if you don’t like it, you don’t like it.

In the eyes of the witch clan, this is an ugly woman no one wants. She has devoted herself to practicing for many years, and she has no friends, and no one will agree to her for her face. Ren Jiufeng thought of all kinds of solutions, but none of the witch clan accepted it.

He was unwilling to accept it, but he was helpless. Jiufeng had no choice but to announce to the entire Tianhe Tribe that it is not easy to marry himself. Unless someone can defeat him with his cultivation level of lowering his level, he should not mention this matter.

She originally intended to give herself a step forward. After all, not many people can defeat her in the same realm, let alone lowering her realm. In this way, there is no need to worry about this. Anyway, it’s not that no one wants it, but no one deserves her.

Although everyone in the clan knew her intention, no one said anything about this.

I thought this matter would be revealed. After all, in everyone's opinion, unless the Taoist ancestor reappears and the Donghuang is reborn, no one can defeat the Jiufeng who is one level higher. But who knew that there would be a Yang Fanhai, and no one expected that Yang Fanhai would have a bronze block containing the power to defeat the witch.

All kinds of coincidences ended up making Yang Fanhai defeat Jiufeng, who was in the Golden Immortal Realm of Daluo, with the Golden Immortal Realm.

The witch clan is most important to promise, not to mention that Jiufeng has been so aroused by others for so many years, and finally caught Yang Fanhai. Seeing that the other party was leaving, he didn't care about so much, and he followed him with a gaze.

Jiufeng is very beautiful. At least from Yang Fanhai's perspective, except that she is a little too tall, she is absolutely stunning.

But if Yang Fanhai got married just because the other party was beautiful, he would never accept it. So when the other party raised this matter, he refused immediately without hesitation.

However, Jiufeng didn't think so, and said with a firm look on his face: "If you died at that time, you would be completely destroyed. But not only did you not die, you were completely restored. This must be what Pangu Ancestor God meant, so neither you nor me would disobey."

Yang Fanhai could only persuade: "Pangu has no time to care about trivial matters like us. The leader of Jiufeng clan has his own ambitions, so you should not force it."

"This is not a trivial matter, it is a big matter, it is a big matter." Jiufeng corrected it with dissatisfaction: "Anyway, the matter is just like this. You must marry me, otherwise I will definitely be laughed at by my tribe."

It’s hard to explain the truth, Yang Fanhai can only say: “But I’m leaving the Southern Barbarians now, I won’t stay here. You are the patriarch of the Tianhe Tribe…”

"I don't care!" Jiufeng immediately interrupted Yang Fanhai's words and said firmly: "Where you go, I will go there too."

It was completely unreasonable. Yang Fanhai sighed and had to give up and give up persuasion.

Poor brother Mu Yi... Can Gang, who was standing beside him, sighed secretly. Such a theory would be performed every two or three days. Yang Fanhai wanted to explain the etiquette and human ethics clearly, but in Can Gang's opinion, he was naked and disliked Jiufeng's ugly appearance.

Yang Fanhai was about to ask Cangang about the situation again, but suddenly his expression turned solemn, he stopped the big black panther and stopped.

Can Gang was about to ask about the situation, but immediately his face turned solemn and he looked to the north. Several powerful auras rushed over quickly, and his cultivation was extraordinary.

They are tall and all of them are witch clans, like beasts running wildly, but in the blink of an eye, they have already arrived. Under the Jiuzhou barrier, even the strong Immortal Kings are difficult to fly, let alone other things. However, for the Wu clan, there is no big problem. This race, which seems rude to others, likes to run, even in the era when there is no Jiuzhou barrier.

More than ten witch tribes rushed to the front of the three of them before stopping. The aura was strong, mostly in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and four people were even in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm.

After standing still, a bearded witch clan looked at the three of them and said loudly: "Sure enough, I used this trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Fortunately, Lord Xiangzhen had already expected it, otherwise you would have succeeded."

Another tall, lean and strong witch clan looked at Yang Fanhai and said coldly: "Where did you come from? You dare to pretend to be the successor of Houyi? Even my witch clan is not, how can you be qualified to take charge of the Qiankun Bow?"

"What are you saying!"

Before Yang Fanhai could speak, Jiufeng beside him was angry. He raised his hand and the long-handed battle axe in his hand. He pointed at the two of you and shouted loudly: "What guys do you guys? I dare to say that my husband is not qualified. I will not cut you down."

"Husband?" The witch tribes were all stunned. The tall and thin witch tribe said again: "You are the ugly Jiufeng in the Tianhe Tribe who no one wants. It turns out that he is a waste. No one in the tribe wants it, so he goes to find a small bastard who doesn't know what origin."

This is the sprinkling of salt on the wound, which directly hit Jiufeng's pain and cursed: "You bastard!"

With a swing of the long-handled battle axe, no matter how big the strength gap between the enemy and us was, he directly killed him. The axe light was like moonlight, which was facing the tall and thin witch clan.

"Overbial ability!"

The tall and thin witch clan sneered, raised his hand and palmed, and a large amount of water vapor condensed in the void, like a long dragon tumbling, rushing to Jiufeng and turning into an iron chain, entangling the long-handled battle axe.

Xuan Gong... Yang Fanhai was stunned and then remembered what Chi You said. The twelve surnames of the Witch Clan are different from other Witch Clans. They are not only powerful, but also have natural magical powers.

When the water is in battle, this magical power should be a disciple of the prime minister among the twelve witch clans.

This tall and thin witch clan has the cultivation level of Taiyi Jinxian Realm. It should be the leader of this team and has super powerful power. In the casual hands, the water waves locked the long-handled battle axe, and even Jiufeng had the strength to break free.

After a while, the power of the water waves on the long-handled battle axe was finally shattered, and it was also far behind by the remaining force.

I'm afraid it's hanging today... Yang Fanhai thought to himself that if there was only one Taiyi Golden Immortal, with the strength of the three, there would be a chance to plan well.

But the other party is four Taiyi Jinxian and several witch clans in the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Unless a miracle happens in heaven, even if you sacrifice your life, it will be useless today.

But even if it is useless, it still has to be made. The Qiankun Bow is not just a treasure of your own, but also a gift from the drunkard and Chiyou. It is equivalent to a gift from the drunkard, and it is impossible for him to hand it over to others so easily.

Without saying a word, the black spear took action and waited intently.

This side was about to take action, suddenly another powerful and terrifying aura came from the horizon, which was terrifying.
Chapter completed!