Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

"Your grandma's! Give it to me!"

The enemy is particularly jealous when they meet!

Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly, his whole body filled with true energy!

Wei Zheng and Xue Rengui were also unceremonious, and resorted to their unique skills one after another.

Three strands of true energy gushed out, disturbing the world.

Grasses were flying, trees were rising, and even the huge redwoods on the outskirts were crumbling.

Where the three strands of true energy collided, bursts of sparks actually appeared!
The witchcraft that the Himba tribe is full of here has long since been blown away without a trace, so how can it still work.

"Drink!"

Following Cheng Yaojin's loud roar, the wave of true energy gushed out completely!

Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms took the lead!
Fengshen legs followed closely behind!
And Xue Rengui used his body as a move to charge with a gun!

The chief of the Himba tribe died with his eyes open.

He didn't understand why the game he had carefully arranged was easily broken.

He didn't understand why the three humans were as powerful as gods!
The entire Himba tribe has declined!

"Remember! This is strength!"

Cheng Yaojin kicked the dead body of the chief of the Simba tribe away.

"Old Cheng, everyone is dead, so save your energy."

Wei Zheng said with a suppressed smile.

Cheng Yaojin's two big black eye sockets that were smeared really made people laugh.

"Old Wei, how dare you laugh at me! Wow!"

Cheng Yaojin stared at his eyes, and the huge dragon's head condensed.

This is coming for real!

"Old Cheng, I apologize!" Wei Zheng waved his hands repeatedly.

But Cheng Yaojin still operated his zhenqi.

"Master Wei, you must show some sincerity in your apology!"

Xue Rengui was tinkering on the sidelines.

"Come here this time, physically and mentally exhausted. In my opinion, as an adult, you are in good shape, why not..."

"Master Xuanzang stop talking nonsense!"

Wei Zheng heard Xuanzang's evil idea and interrupted immediately.

"Old man Wei, they have all ridden, and I want to ride you too!"

Cheng Yaojin intensified the movement of his true energy, full of threats.

Eventually, the four shadows became three.

In order to speed up the pace, the three shadows became two again.

Southwest, at the foot of the Rocky Mountains.

Wei Zheng had never been so tired before.

Sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

The Dragon Capture Army is waiting here, and has prepared mammoth meat for the four of them.

Giant wolf meat is chewy, shark meat is tender, and mammoth meat is characterized by firmness.

After drinking and eating, there was a loud sound of horseshoes.

Looking around, it turned out to be an endless herd of war horses galloping forward, led by Chief Fan Shady.

"Guests from afar, thank you for eliminating the Himba tribe and saving the Indians!"

"These flattery are our reward!"

Chief Van Sandy gave the most solemn ceremony of thanks.

"That's what we should do!"

Cheng Yaojin pretended to be polite, and his footsteps were already moving towards the horse.

Xuanzang climbed to the top, and started licking his flattery again.

This time the horses don't move, so they can be counted.

Xue Rengui called all the Dragon Capturers!

"The hospitality of the Indians should not be lost in history!"

Li Ke didn't know when he would appear, and said to Chief Fan Shady.

For Li Ke, Chief Fan Shadi instinctively fell to his knees.

"You pass on the formations and exercises to them, and keep them for as long as possible."

Li Ke said to Wei Zheng.

"Yes!"

"Your Highness, how are these horses... transported away?"

Wei Zheng promised yes, but he couldn't forget the spoils.

After Li Ke took a glance, he stamped his foot on the ground.

Endless redwood trees soar up to the west coast.

"Thank you, Your Highness! I will definitely help the Indians!"

Wei Zheng cupped his hands.

In the next few days, Xuanzang and Qinlong Army were responsible for transporting the war horses to the west coast.

There are three pork belly boats made by Li Ke, which are specially used to transport livestock.

The three of Wei Zheng taught Indians knowledge.

Xue Rengui taught formation, Cheng Yaojin taught exercises, and Wei Zheng taught them language and culture.

For a full month, the Indians basically grasped the gist.

The Hundred Dragon Army escorted the three pork belly boats back to Datang.

The five ships continued heading south.

"What is the lost civilization that Chief Van Sandy refers to?"

Wei Zheng stood in front of Li Ke tremblingly.

Li Ke's aura was rather disordered, because he was trying out a barbaric killing spirit.

"This is America, and all natives are called Indians."

"And in the center and south, there are three Indian civilizations."

"However, they are slowly dying..."

Li Ke told Wei Zheng a lot of knowledge about America.

Coming out of the cabin, Wei Zheng was thoughtful.

The first stop they will arrive at is the Mayan civilization.

The most mysterious American civilization!

The level of civilization is developed, and even some giant buildings can be built.

But began dying out rapidly hundreds of years ago.

"Is their demise related to witchcraft?"

In just two days, the fleet arrived in Central America.

Surrounded by archipelagos, the water plants are abundant, all of which are tropical plants.

Stepping on the ground, Wei Zheng frowned.

The environment here is somewhat similar to the Simba tribe, even more powerful.

Xue Rengui also felt something unusual, and exchanged a glance with Wei Zheng.

The two unanimously launched their true qi.

There was nothing wrong at first, but when the two made moves, they found something was wrong.

Insufficient power!

"Old Wei, you are not durable enough!"

Cheng Yaojin said gloatingly.

"Fengshen's legs can only fly ten feet! Haha!"

After hearing this, Wei Zheng quit immediately!
"Ten-year-old red-light walks will last forever...Old Cheng, do you dare to say that I won't last?"

"Heroes don't mention the bravery of the past! Old Wei, I'll make you vomit and vomit from exhaustion... tsk tsk tsk!"

Cheng Yaojin pouted, very disdainful.

"Then you get a long-lasting one!" Wei Zheng said with a blush.

"Come on!"

Cheng Yaojin straddled his horse's stance and used the most proficient cloud-dispelling palm.

"Beng Beng Beng" three times, the fried fish pond splashed.

"How about it? Get you a louder one!"

The dragon's head condensed and let out bursts of dragon chant.

"Old Wei, did you see that?" Cheng Yaojin controlled the faucet, full of sarcasm.

Taking advantage of the situation, one piece of bushes fell down.

Wei Zheng was speechless for a moment.

Because Xue Rengui has the blessing of longevity, it is normal for it to last.

But why can Cheng Yaojin not be affected?

Do you feel wrong?

Wei Zheng frowned, unable to think of a reason.

"Master Wei, it's normal for a person to not last long!"

Seeing that Wei Zheng's complexion was not right, Xue Rengui was a little worried, and came to comfort him solemnly.

But in Wei Zheng's ears, the insult is self-evident.

"General Xue, let's go!"

Wei Zheng was full of displeasure, and strode towards the woods.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wei? Isn't there something wrong here? As for worrying so much?"

Xue Rengui murmured to himself in puzzlement.

A few figures flashed by, and Wei Zheng quickly chased after them.

In just a few steps, Wei Zheng caught up with the figure.

"who?"

With the lessons of the Simba tribe, Wei Zheng is very vigilant.

When he saw the faces of several people clearly, Wei Zheng used his true energy even more!
I saw those figures with hideous faces, they didn't look like human bodies at all!