Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

Wei Yang, who was standing by, naturally heard these words.

"The revenge of the Soul Clan?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly.

He was not too worried about this.

Because the Soul Clan's current focus is probably not on the Xingyun Pavilion or Zhongzhou.

In the eyes of an existence like Emperor Hun Tian, ​​Xingyun Pavilion is probably just a small role, and he may not even take it seriously.

Compared with the thousand-year plan, the Xingyun Pavilion is really not worth mentioning.

And the entire Soul Clan is based on the will of Emperor Hun Tian.

So Emperor Hun Tian probably didn't pay any attention to the small fights below.

Now according to the time, they should be planning the affairs of the Spirit Clan with all their strength, right?

In this case, they should not rashly withdraw their forces to attack Xingyun Pavilion.

After all, compared with the affairs of the Spirit Clan that have been planned for many years, Xingyun Pavilion is not a very important matter at all.

In order to avoid alerting other ancient races or causing them to look at them, the Soul Clan probably won't suddenly turn its guns to deal with the Xingyun Pavilion at this critical moment.

After the Spirit Clan, it's the Medicine Clan.

The Soul Clan is busy.

However, we still need to be vigilant.

What if the Soul Emperor suddenly gets excited and has a seizure one day?

"If you want to kill me, don't even think about it without more than three three- or four-star Dou Shengs. In addition to Teacher and Xiao Yan, if the Soul Clan wants to destroy our Xingyun Pavilion, they must send at least four or five Dou Shengs, or one or two mid- to high-level Dou Shengs."

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes and pondered in his heart: "And the Soul Clan doesn't know my true strength at all now. If they send fewer Dou Shengs, they will just send me heads for nothing. It's just right, maybe I can use this opportunity to trick them hard, kill a few Dou Shengs, and hurt them thoroughly."

But in this way, he might have to really enter the sight of the Soul Emperor in advance.

"Let's talk about it later. I hope Emperor Hun Tian will not go crazy. It would be best if he could give me a few more years of stable development time." Wei Yang said silently.

The ancient clan left.

Soon, Yun Yun also said goodbye to everyone in the Hua Clan and left, following the ancient clan from a distance.

In a blink of an eye, only Wei Yang, Xiao Yan, Medusa, Xian'er, and A Da were left on this grassland.

Looking at the gradually disappearing backs of Gu Xun'er, Yun Yun and others, Xiao Yan also sighed with regret.

Then he looked at Wei Yang and said softly: "Let's go, we should go back too."

"No hurry, solve the matter of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan first and then go back." Wei Yang said.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and nodded immediately.

It is indeed necessary to solve the matter of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan first, otherwise, if the Soul Clan really attacks in the future and the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan also takes the opportunity to follow, Xingyun Pavilion may be really dangerous.

The current Xingyun Pavilion does not have enough strength to resist the attacks of two super powers at the same time.

Although the strength of the Tianyao Phoenix Clan is not as terrifying as that of the Soul Clan, they are at least one of the three major clans in the Warcraft world, and they are not simple.

Fortunately, when he wanted to kill them, Wei Yang dissuaded him from doing so.

Otherwise, they would have completely torn their faces apart.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sweat a little on his forehead.

At that moment, he threw his sleeves and a disheveled figure was thrown out and fell to the ground. It was the imprisoned Jiufeng.

The next clan leader of the Tianyao Phoenix Clan sat up slowly, straightened his robes, looked around, and then looked at Wei Yang and Xiao Yan quietly.

At this time, he was much calmer in his heart, knowing that he was unlikely to die.

Some things that Gu Qingyang and others could think of, Jiufeng could naturally figure out.

Wei Yang glanced at Jiu Feng, and without further ado, he waved his hand and untied the seal on him, allowing him to barely mobilize his fighting spirit.

"You are a smart man, call someone yourself." Wei Yang said lightly.

Jiu Feng coughed twice, slowly stood up, nodded, and flipped his hand to take out a space jade slip that was all silver.

However, before crushing the space jade slip, Jiu Feng paused and asked, "Mr. Wei, I want to ask, how are my clansmen?"

Wei Yang looked at A Da.

Although A Da felt a little distressed, he did not dare to neglect it. With a wave of his sleeves, he threw out fourteen figures who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

"Don't worry, they are all still alive." A Da saw Jiu Feng frowning and sneered.

Hearing this, Jiu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly released his perception and checked carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he was completely relieved.

At the same time, his eyes swept over Feng Qing'er who was slowly opening her eyes.

Fortunately, this person was fine, otherwise, Jiufeng would not have gone back and would have just committed suicide here.

Such a heavy loss, Jiufeng is just a future successor to the clan leader, and he can't bear it.

He looked up at Wei Yang, and there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it and asked again: "I wonder what price Mr. Wei needs us to pay before he is willing to let us go?"

"Oh, do you want to talk to me?" Hearing this, Wei Yang said with some laughter: "Including you, there are a total of fifteen of you. This price is not cheap. Are you sure you can handle it as the successor to the clan leader?"

Jiu Feng's mouth twitched. It was indeed a bit strange to discuss how much he was worth with others face to face.

But there was no way. If possible, he still wanted to pay the ransom himself. If he could not alert the clan, it would be the best rescue result for him.

After all, the first time he led the team out, the whole army was wiped out, and in the end the clan had to pay money to redeem people. This was not good.

So, he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Wei, why don't you talk about the conditions first."

Wei Yang looked at Jiu Feng, probably understood his thoughts, so he touched his chin and thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "There is no deep hatred between us that cannot be resolved. So, I won't make it difficult for you. Fifteen people, including you, each person only needs to pay the price of an eight-color pill. Just think of it as a token of your appreciation."

Since you don't want to tear your face, just take a cheaper price. It's more serious to send them away quickly to avoid arguing.

Jiu Feng's face relaxed.

This price is indeed not high.

One eight-color pill to redeem a Dou Zun strongman, this price can be considered very cheap no matter where it is placed.

However, I felt a little unhappy about this unexpectedly cheap ransom. What's going on?

After suppressing the messy thoughts in my heart, Jiufeng hurriedly awakened the strong men of the Tian Yao Huang clan one by one. When they gathered together, they felt a little sad.

Because they couldn't get together at this cheap price.

After all, who would go out with more than a dozen eight-color pills for no reason? If they had that thing, they would usually take it quickly to improve their strength.

In addition to their respective medicinal effects, the vast and pure energy contained in the eight-color pills is also considerable.

In the end, Jiufeng set his sights on Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er frowned immediately, and dissatisfaction rose in her heart.

Jiufeng even moved closer and whispered to communicate with her, with a hint of pleading in his expression.

After a long while, and not knowing what promise or compensation Jiufeng had made, Feng Qing'er finally nodded and agreed reluctantly.

Jiufeng breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Wei Yang and said, "Mr. Wei, we really can't get fifteen eight-color pills together."

Wei Yang remained silent, waiting for the next step.