Xiao Yan silently stared at the traces left by Feng Xuan, and for a moment he fell into silence. No one knew what he was thinking. Until then, a soldier behind him drove Lin Ma, who was still slightly uneasy, to come forward and whispered in a low voice: "Chief, Xiao Ming him..." As he said this, the warrior looked extremely worried at Xiao Ming, whose body was still embedded in the giant tree and unable to get out. He didn't know what to say next. At this time, Xiao Ming looked extremely miserable. His chest was slightly sunken, and small mouthfuls of blood spat out from his mouth from time to time. His limbs were weakly struggling in the giant tree, and they were obviously broken. Xiao Yan came back to his senses after hearing the soldier's inquiry. He turned to look at Xiao Ming, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a moment before saying: "Get him down and warn the clansmen that from now on... it is strictly forbidden for anyone to provoke the people of the Xuanying tribe without any reason. We should all avoid places where there are people from the Xuanying tribe. His people from the Xuanying tribe are everywhere. , I, the giant owl, retreat ten miles." In this wilderness, it is normal for the weak to prey on the strong. If these human tribes were not surrounded by enemies, he believed that due to the grievances between the two sides, it would not be impossible for Feng Xuan to bury them all here. As for Xiao Ming, if it weren't for the other party's mercy, his head would have been removed. Xiao Yan has no doubt whether Feng Xuan can do it. This matter was originally caused by Xiao Ming's disrespectful words. Even if others saw it, he would not say anything. . Although Xiao Ming looked extremely miserable and seriously injured at this time, his roots were not damaged after all, and he could recover after a period of cultivation. Obviously Feng Xuan did not want to kill him directly. He, Xiao Yan, is not an ignorant person. He will not bring unbearable disasters to his tribe just because of a momentary dispute of temper. Otherwise, he would not be able to sit as the leader of the tribe.
Even now, when he recalled the young man's indifferent eyes and the terrifying power on his body, Xiao Yan still felt a little trembling in his mind. He didn't know how many years he had not felt such fear. The others did not bear the pressure of this young man head-on, and had no idea how much pressure he was under under the other's gaze. In fact, what Feng Xuan didn't know was that since the drop of Ksitigarbha Hall Lord's blood had been incorporated into his body, even though Feng Xuan had not found traces of this drop of blood, let alone its use, but His body and soul have been unknowingly tainted with some aura belonging to the Master of Ksitigarbha Hall. Both his body and pressure naturally carry a trace of the almighty power that belongs to the mighty and powerful! Under such a momentum, it is extremely rare that Xiao Yan, who is not as strong as Feng Xuan, was not frightened. After all, he is a warrior who can cultivate to the blood level in a remote place like Qishan, even if Xiao Yan himself No matter how bad it was, it wouldn't be that bad, and it wouldn't be as bad as Feng Xuan thought. If it were someone with a weaker will, he would probably be frightened on the spot, leaving an eternal shadow in his heart. While Xiao Yan and others were trying to dig out Xiao Ming from the giant tree, Ah Qing and others drove the white-horned bull to Kui Yuan. "Second leader, little brother Feng Xuan..." Ah Qing still had a bit of shock on his face. He couldn't believe that the young man who was talking and laughing with him and others along the way was actually an ignorant person. A terrifying and powerful man. You must know that this Xiao Yan is a blood level warrior, but he doesn't even have the courage to take action in front of him. This can't help but make the eyes of several of them look at Xiao Yan a little strange, that is with contempt. . Not only him, but also the rest of the people were like this. Only a few people looked solemnly in the direction where Feng Xuan disappeared, unable to speak for a long time. Among them was Kui Yuan. Kui Yuan and the few other strong men in the Yunzang Realm did not have any intention of ridiculing Xiao Yan. At that moment, the more powerful the people were, the more they could feel the terror emanating from the young man in green, even compared to Those big shots in the Hidden Essence Realm are no less generous. They couldn't even imagine what kind of pressure Xiao Yan was under when facing Feng Xuan's pressure, so they didn't dare to have any intention of ridiculing him. "I should have thought that since Brother Feng dares to walk alone in this wilderness, he must have great strength that ordinary people don't have, but I didn't expect it to be so terrifying!" Kui Yuan said with a sigh. "Second leader, I wonder which brother Feng Xuan is weaker than the leader?" At this time, a warrior curiously asked Kui Yuan that the leader of the Kuihe tribe was not a warrior who had just broken through the blood level, but a master who had been famous for a long time at the peak of the blood level. Although the leader of the Kuihe Tribe has never broken through to the Hidden Spirit Realm, he is definitely not comparable to ordinary warriors at the blood level. This was one of the reasons why Kuiyuan dared to ignore the giant owl tribe and scolded Xiao Ming before. But he didn't expect that the leader of the giant owl tribe happened to be among these people. Hearing the soldier's words, Kuiyuan smiled slightly and said nothing, but the others did not notice that his smile was bitter. If Feng Xuan was only at the peak of the blood level, how could he be so shocked? He was at the peak of the Zang Refining level, and even because he was stronger than ordinary warriors, he could even compete with a blood level warrior for a moment.
If not, how could the leader of Xiaoyan be so timid and cautious in the face of Feng Xuan that he didn't even have the courage to fight. They smelled a trace of the breath of a martial artist in the Cangjing realm on Feng Xuan. I'm afraid this kid's strength has at least reached the half-step Cangjing realm! This is no longer an existence that ordinary blood-qi-level martial artists can contend with. Feng Xuan was about to reach the Li Shang tribe without knowing what the people behind him were saying. Since leaving Kui Yuan and others, Feng Xuan no longer delayed. He jumped onto the treetops and turned into a green afterimage, rushing on the treetops at a very fast speed. If they didn't pay attention, the sparse crowd below would not notice his existence at all. Even if there were stronger martial artists who noticed it, Feng Xuan would have disappeared from their sight before they could take a closer look. Only half an incense stick later, the tall wall appeared in Feng Xuan's sight from afar. When Feng Xuan arrived at the entrance of the Li Shang tribe, there were still two rows of garrison soldiers wearing red armor guarding here, watching the passers-by with a serious face to prevent anyone from causing trouble. Feng Xuan looked at them intently, carefully examining the armor on these people. Sure enough, with his careful sensing, he finally felt a bit of heavy pressure on these armors, which was the pressure of the wild beasts in the sky-controlling realm! Although they have been eroded by decades of time and have not been well preserved, they still naturally reveal a trace of the pressure of the wild beast level. I am afraid that ordinary people will not be able to detect anything, but if these Li Shang warriors wear these armors to fight with ordinary wild beasts in the spirit-opening realm, the wild beasts that sense this powerful breath will be three points scared before the battle. "Sure enough, it is the armor made of the body of the red nightmare earth dragon in the sky-controlling realm..." Feng Xuan murmured in a low voice while looking at the armor of these warriors. Although it was not difficult to see from his eyes that these armors were only roughly forged into armor styles, in fact, they were just some combat-level armors, and were still far from spiritual weapons, but after all, they were only made of some remaining fragments of the Red Nightmare Earth Dragon's body, and it was already good enough. You should know that forging a spiritual weapon is not so easy. If the entire body of the Red Nightmare Earth Dragon is melted and cast into a set of armor, it would be almost the same. This requires extremely high refining techniques and the cooperation of other spiritual materials. Feng Xuan was standing there thinking about something, and suddenly a voice of surprise and surprise came from behind him. "Brother Feng?" Feng Xuan's heart moved slightly when he heard this voice, and he subconsciously turned around and looked behind him. Behind him, a long-haired young man wearing a black suit and a black string tied on his forehead strode towards him happily. The person who came was the first genius of the Li Shang tribe, Bei Li Kuang! Behind him, a warrior wearing tight inner armor was dragging a black and purple spider about ten feet long. If you look closely, the back of this huge spider seems to have a very ferocious red ghost face, and there is a huge knife wound on the ghost face, which almost splits the whole body in two, as if the ghost face was beheaded by a knife. Feng Xuan recognized this thing, the ghost-faced spider! The insect beast that Feng Xuan could not do anything about before, its strength should not be underestimated among the same level, and its terrifying poison makes ordinary warriors in the Yunzang realm dare not easily provoke it. "Brother Beili, long time no see!"