1572: C1572 The Martial Saint Was Petty

C1572 The Martial Saint Was Petty

Yang Fann landed in front of the Martial Saint Army at high speed. The seemingly slow and unstoppable beast army could not stop at all.

The leading beast army raised a huge machete and was about to slash at Yang Fann. The blade energy was at least dozens of miles long.

The blade energy was still in the air, but the space had already been cut open, and it was about to land on Yang Fann's body.

Yang Fann casually threw a punch, and all the blade energy was shattered. The body of the beast army that was slashed by the blade immediately received a powerful impact.

It was obvious that it was severely injured and was about to fly away. In the end, the powerful binding force of the army dragged the beast army back.

The entire Martial Saint Army was extremely vigilant. They immediately tied up all the beast auras, and it seemed as if a bloodline chain had appeared in the air.

The will of the beast tribe was extremely strong, especially when the battle intent of the team was gathered. This tribe feared injuries the most.

It was precisely because of this that the Beast Race's battle intent would become even stronger before they were threatened with injuries.

If he was really injured, it would be even more dangerous than other races' blood. Usually, Beastmen would burn their own blood and exhaust the last drop of their fighting power, only wanting to die a heroic death.

Now, all the scimitars were pointing at Yang Fann.

The largest beast rider in the middle had already locked onto Yang Fann. "Wait. " The Martial Saint called out to stop the beast army at the same time.

The pressure and violence still existed, but this army would not attack Yang Fann for the time being.

"Kid, you look like the defeated troops of the Cold Star Division, but how dare you attack our army? Perhaps you need to explain something. " The Martial Saint's expression was calm, yet arrogant.

The Martial Saint was different from the Orcs. Although he still had a green face and sharp teeth, his facial features were still relatively more delicate and pretty compared to other Orcs.

Although his words were still full of hostility, at least his twisted expression was not too shocking.

"I was asked by Cold Star to come here. " Yang Fann said faintly.

He did not need to waste any time at this time.

"What?" The Martial Saint's face suddenly collapsed, and he instantly started gnashing his teeth in anger.

He waved his hand, and the beast army quickly dispersed.

The beast army was already extremely far away from the Martial Saint. Obviously, the topic of Cold Star was too sensitive to the Martial Saint, and he definitely didn't want too many people to hear about it.

After the beast army dispersed, the Martial Saint rode the giant beast and arrived in front of Yang Fann.

That huge beast was a Green Wolf, and it looked like a spiritual beast. It must have an amazing effect on the combat strength of the Martial Saint realm.

The Martial Saint stared at Yang Fann for a long time. "You are not a member of my clan!" He seemed to have understood something.

At that moment, Yang Fann was still wearing the same attire that Butcher had given him. It was definitely not something that a Martial Saint could see through.

However, if Yang Fann did something that did not match his attire, it was actually very easy to deduce some things.

"I am Feng Jingtian's friend. " Yang Fann said faintly.

The Martial Saint was slightly surprised, then he snorted coldly, "As expected. What? It seems like you're trying to use the Cold Star to threaten me for something? How could I, a Martial Saint, do something bad to the White Mountain Tribe because of a woman? My tribe has already given up on her. "

At the same time, he sneered coldly. The reason was too simple.

If Yang Fann used such a thing to negotiate, he would be courting his own death.

He could forget about leaving. The Martial Saint had not done anything to him yet. That was all.

It was like a cat catching a mouse. He would play with it first. Of course, it would be great if he could get something out of Yang Fann's mouth.0

Yang Fann smiled. Everything was under his control. "We will let her go without any conditions. "

Martial Saint was stunned. His face was filled with doubt. Even pigs knew that there was no condition for this. Besides, he was a Martial Saint.

His emotions were too complicated, and he could not react in time. The Martial Saint was still in a dilemma.

"Martial Saint, there is no need to think too much. Feng Jingtian and I are both young people. We know the relationship between young people. How can we separate a couple? We just want to get closer to the White Mountain Tribe. "

Shua!

Suddenly, the Martial Saint swung his huge blade at Yang Fann. Yang Fann had been prepared for this. He jumped into the air and dodged, but a rift had already been cut open by the Martial Saint.

The hot air on the ground was running amok, and it seemed like the Earth Flames were about to burst out. However, the Earth Flame quickly turned black, which was the reason why the Earth Flame quickly cooled down.

The Martial Saint clearly did not expect Yang Fann to be able to easily dodge his blade.

In fact, what he did not expect was that Yang Fann did not dodge the blade, but did not want to make things difficult for him. Otherwise, this matter wouldn't be so easy.

"Damn it!" The Martial Saint was about to attack again.

Yang Fann could only frown in the air, "Don't you understand human language?"

"Bastard, Han Xing is extremely arrogant. How could she cooperate with you? If she really does, then I don't want this kind of b * tch!"

The Martial Saint berated once again.

"F * ck, do you think someone slept with her? Who has such a heavy taste? " Yang Fann almost vomited blood.

The Martial Saint did not say it clearly, but he clearly had this intention in his words. Yang Fann really could not express his emotions.

The Green Wolf on the ground also roared and rose into the air. At the same time, the Green Wolf spat out countless wind blades, followed by the huge saber of the Martial Saint.

Right now, before the White Mountain Tribe, the combat strength of the Martial Saint was already at the top of the White Mountain Tribe. It was impossible to say that the White Mountain Tribe had not been captured by the beasts.

In the meeting hall of the beasts of the White Mountain Tribe, the experts of the White Mountain Tribe were in the middle of a discussion.

The meeting hall was facing each other. It was a mountain in the city. It was the beast Bai Shan that was covered in snow and formed a white circle.

This mountain was left behind by the Beast King when he first opened the border. At the same time, it was also a substitute building for the White Mountain Tribe.

In reality, this saying was only true to the outside world. The real White Mountain Tribe had a more important meaning to them.

The Earth Flame came from the wasteland. It was connected to hell, and the White Mountain Tribe controlled the entrance to hell.

The significance of this tribe's existence was also the same.

There were only endless dangers and violence in hell, but at the same time, there were also countless mysterious powers. The Beast King blasted open the volcano with a punch, using the power of the flame pool to warm up the beast race.

At this time, not only did the land allow the beast race to continue living, it also allowed the beast race to possess even more powerful bloodline power.

For countless years, the Beast Race had yearned to obtain that power from the flame pool. However, no one was as powerful as the Beast King, so they naturally could not achieve it.

The White Mountain Tribe had never given up on offering sacrifices to Bai Shan. They only hoped to obtain the enlightenment of the Beast King from it, and then allow the White Mountain Tribe to obtain a heaven-defying bloodline opportunity. Their tribe power would become even stronger.

However, while King Bai Shan was discussing Bai Shan's words with the orc experts, the great battle outside the city had been captured.

"It's a Martial Saint," someone said.

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