Villain: My brother is the Chosen One!

"Um!?"

Yu Lanliu frowned slightly, and turned to look at Hong Xing.

"Master, don't be angry!"

Hong Xing's eyes were full of pleading, hoping that Yu Lan would give her a chance.

I remember that when she brought the prairie army to support, Yu Lan was so happy that she almost took her to make a vow, but when Yu Lan found out that she was a personal wife, she immediately deduced that she was committing crimes against the wind.

If she hadn't taken out the petals in a hurry, she would have been chopped off by Yu Lan as a mistress.

Although she saved her life in the end, her military power was confiscated by Yu Lan.

Every time alien creatures attacked, she could only watch Yu Lan drooling, unable to carry the two-meter-long Tang Hengdao on the battlefield to slash and kill to her heart's content.

"Humph!"

Yu Lan snorted coldly and ignored Hong Xing.

She worked hard for so long but failed to be number one on the talent list, but the other party easily got the number one on the talent list, how could she be balanced in her heart! ?

However, the petals sent by Qin Feng from Hongxing really shocked her.

As a power in the upper realm who awakens the memory of her previous life, she can naturally sense the aura of the Dao contained in the petals, which seems to have been formed after countless epochs, and is an extremely rare treasure in the upper realm.

"Qin Feng, who the hell are you!?"

Yu Lan couldn't help muttering, and her eyes fell on the battlefield again.

She put away the doubts in her heart and continued to issue combat orders one after another.

"Standard bearer, raise the flag!"

"Trumpeter, follow!"

"Drummer, thunder at three o'clock, stop at seven, and stop at three!"

"........."

Like a female God of War, Yu Lan gave orders unhurriedly.

One is the flag, and the semaphore communicates!

The second is the number, follow the forward general, charge from the number, keep charging, keep charging!

Three drums, the drums are loud, adjust the battle formation, the drums on the right are dull, the drums on the left are sharp, and the drums on the middle are crisp.

In an instant—

On the battlefield, drums burst out!

There is sharpness in the dull sound, and crispness in the sharp sound.

The huge army of millions of people also moved quickly. Looking around, some quickly formed an army formation, and some interspersed back and forth... There was no confusion at all.

As if it had been rehearsed countless times, everything was so orderly.

"kill!!"

Bai Qi and Wan Lilang got the signal and immediately led the army to charge.

"Ugh!"

Hong Xing's expression was extremely depressed, and she felt like she was going to be benched again.

"Red apricot!"

Yu Lan suddenly turned her head and said, "You immediately lead the [-] steppe army and concentrate your forces on the right for a lightning raid."

"Master, you are so beautiful and sassy!"

Hongxing was so excited that she almost jumped up.

I thought that I would be put on small shoes for committing crimes against the wind, but I didn't expect my sister to have such a broad mind.

"Humph!"

Yu Lan snorted coldly and didn't continue to answer.

soon--

Hong Xing led a [-] prairie army into battle, wielding a two-meter-long knife and killing random people.

Especially the smell of blood pervading all around, instantly activated the bloodthirsty attribute in the blood, and harvested frantically with a knife in hand, without even blinking an eye.

"The princess of the demon race is out!"

Wan Lilang frowned involuntarily.

As the general who guarded the Ten Thousand Demon Tower back then, he knew better than anyone else the ferocity of the Demon Race.

"rest assured!"

Bai Qi saw Wan Lilang's worry, and said confidently: "The demons have been tamed by His Majesty, as long as His Majesty is around, they will not dare to mess around."

"It's really strong!"

Yu Lan nodded her head, which was her affirmation of Hong Xing.

However, when he thought of fighting on the battlefield, Qin Feng was spending time and drinking in the rear, and immediately felt a pain in anger.

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host Qi's Mythical Chosen Daughter, Nai Pao, for obtaining 5 villain points!"

"Baby Lan hurts again!?"

Qin Feng's face was full of doubts, and he felt that the system was talking nonsense.

He is so far away from the northern border fortress now, how can Lan Baobao, who is separated from the air, hurt! ?

Boom! !

The void suddenly vibrated violently, and was forcibly torn apart by a mysterious force.

I saw a fairy mountain with the same momentum and shocking appearance, different from Yingzhou fairy mountain, engraved with the four characters of Penglai fairy mountain.

"It's Penglai Fairy Mountain!!"

The disciples of Wuling Holy Land looked extremely excited, looking at the two fairy mountains floating in the void.

"Ugh!!"

Compared to the excitement of the disciples who had never seen the world, the Holy Master of Wuling and the others sighed weakly.

Now the Qin family not only has Jiuding to suppress the dragon veins, but also two fairy mountains to protect the disciples of the Qin family. Even if Qin Feng ascends at this time, no one can shake the status of the Qin family.

It also means that they have no power to resist at all, and can only accept the fact that Wuling Holy Land has been incorporated.

"Brother Qin, you are one step closer to your dream!"

Lin San raised his head and murmured, then sat cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds.

"Wow haha!!"

The eight patriarchs of the Qin family flew out of Penglai Fairy Mountain and came to Yingzhou Fairy Mountain, laughing loudly.

Originally, when they heard the news, they hurried over, thinking of using Penglai Xianshan to help them withstand the thunder disaster.

But who knew that the thunder tribulation would be over by the time they rushed over, and instead, they saw that the Qin family had gained another township treasure.

"Meet the eight ancestors!"

Qin Feng himself brought Zi Yuan to visit the eight ancestors.

"Don't be too polite!"

The eight patriarchs liked Qin Feng more and more.

Although Qin Feng is a fool in front of outsiders, they all know that Qin Feng is pretending, and he has always been very polite to his elders.

"Wind!"

The third ancestor couldn't wait to ask: "The ancestor heard that you plan to set up four other fairy mountains. Is it true that you don't set blood restrictions like the Penglai fairy mountain!?"

"Grandson doesn't have the habit of making wedding dresses for others!"

Qin Feng glanced at Lin San, who was cultivating below, and said confidently: "What's more, this fairy mountain was refined by my grandson at a great price and effort. How can there be no reason for not setting blood restrictions!?"

"This is the seed of my Qin family!"

The eight patriarchs nodded in satisfaction, and prepared to go back to the Qin family to arrest Qin Hao.

But before they left to go home to arrest people, Qin Feng forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.

Tick!

I saw Qin Feng throwing out the blood and hitting the stone wall of Yingzhou Fairy Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, blood-colored runes emerged and began to fly into Yingzhou Xianshan.

"It's done!"

Qin Feng said with a smile on his face: "Although other people can come to Yingzhou Xianshan to practice now, but the right to use it is in the hands of my Qin family. It only takes one thought to kick everyone out."

"That's it!?"

The eight ancestors looked stunned and said: "One drop of blood is all it takes!?"

"Of course!"

Qin Feng said with a serious expression: "Refining, grandson is a professional!"

"But……"

The Ten Patriarch was afraid that his memory would be wrong, so he opened his mouth to confirm: "But when you refined Jiuding and Penglai Xianshan, you obviously released several catties of Xiaohao's blood."

"This!"

Qin Feng said confidently: "That's for the sake of insurance!"

In case! ?

You just said that you are a professional! !

The eight patriarchs of the Qin family were immediately speechless.

But when I thought that Qin Hao was a gift, I didn't bother to worry about it anymore...