Chapter 2367: Prince Yong

"Foreign troubles are not resolved, why do you think you are home? I want to spend more time in this ten thousand race battlefield to kill more enemies of ten thousand races!"
Nangongye was not convinced by the elderly in the clan.
The old man remained silent for a moment and then said: "Nangongye, don't you understand why I want you to go home at this time? This Fang Yue has offended the Anlan dynasty. Now the third princes of the Anlan dynasty want to put him to death. One person is in trouble and involves relatives and friends. If you insist on staying here, the Anlan Dynasty will probably anger you. At that time, Fang Yue is dead, so don't think about living well! And if you go home with me at this time, this Anlan Dynasty No matter how long your hand stretches out, it’s impossible to touch the bottom line of my barbarian tribe!"
"The tree fell down and scattered! Does the Anlan dynasty really have such a mighty power to make you so fearful?"
As the sun sets, the afterglow shawl.
Luo Daoyi walked out of a restaurant in Tianque City.
His eyes fell on the old man of the barbarian race.
The old man of the barbarian frowned slightly.
"Luo Daoyi, your Luo family has been annihilated by the Wind Clan! You don't even know how to keep a low profile. If you meet a strong Wind Clan in the future, maybe they will sever you, the only root of the Luo Clan!"
The old man of the barbarian frowned and whispered at Nangong Ye: "What kind of people do you make friends know! Either a dead clan or a madman who has offended Anlan Dynasty!"
"Elder Eighth, don't do this!"
Nangong Ye frowned, and he was also a little dissatisfied with the attitude of the eight elders.
As the elder of the tribe, his status and status are not weaker than the elder of the tribe. From a certain perspective, he and the eight elders are equal in the barbarian tribe!
These eight elders may have been kind to dissuade him from returning to the tribe, but his praise and criticism of his friends made Nangongye somewhat unacceptable!
The Eighth Elder glared at Nangongye.
"What? Your wings have grown hard, and you still want to disobey me?"
The eight elders' old-fashioned beards trembled. He did not expect that Nangongye would dare to resist him.
"Old guy, don't be shameless! This Nangongye won't let you say, it's your protection! The Luo family is destroyed? Who said that?"
In the setting sun, Luo Feng wore a lazy white robe and walked step by step in front of the Eighth Elder.
The eighth elder's eyes just fell on Luo Feng's body, and he gave birth to a kind of tingling like a tearing soul.
"Humble fellow, you don't deserve to see my face."
Luo Feng is quite arrogant, he doesn't put anyone in his eyes.
Even though it has not yet returned to its heyday, the eighth elder, a fellow of the third level of true fairyland, is still an ant in his eyes.
The destruction of the Luo family was a horizontal thorn in Luo Feng's heart.
He didn't want to be mentioned, let alone be treated as a mockery.
Therefore, Luo Feng appeared to denounce the eight elders.
The Eighth Elder was trembling all over, and he felt as if he was being oppressed by an inexplicable force in his eyes.
The eighth elder felt that the strength of his body was instantly sealed, and the whole person's feeling became very bad.
"Master Luo Feng, please be merciful!"
Nangongye asked for mercy for the eighth elder.
Nangongye understands that even Luo Feng, who has not yet recovered to his heyday, has a level of combat power at the spiritual fairyland level. His combat experience is even richer. If you want to destroy the Eight Elders, it is easier than crushing an ant on the side of the road. .
But although these eight elders did not know good or bad, he was at least a pivotal existence in the barbarian tribe. If he died here for no reason, it would be difficult for Nangongye to return to the tribe.
"Who are you? When did the human race have your number one existence?"
The eight elders looked horrified.
For this Luo Feng's existence, he gave birth to endless surprises.
"You are not qualified to know who I am! You only need to know that your strength is not as strong as mine, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I can slap it to death!"
Luo Feng sneered and relieved the oppression of the Eighth Elder.
The eight elders panted heavily. Breathing, whistling, whistling, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Unexpectedly, they actually underestimated Fang Yue's strength in the end.
There was such a master behind Fang Yue.
Could it be that Fang Yue really mastered the method of the human race powerhouse who has disappeared in the long river of history in ancient times?
If not, then where did these people come from?
The eight elders thought carefully, and were terrified.
This Fang Yue became more and more mysterious.
I am afraid that everyone has underestimated the power in Fang Yue's hands. If one day, if Fang Yue is completely mad, it is really possible that this day will be overturned!
"If this is the case, I will leave! It's just Nangongye. If you cause any trouble outside in the future, don't involve my barbaric tribe!"
The Eighth Elder hurriedly left, only to throw away Nangongye's warning.
The Eighth Elder looked at the indifferent murderous intent surrounding Luo Feng's body, and he also understood that this guy was definitely a murderous master.
If you stay here for a while, maybe even your own life will be involved!
"The wall is down and everyone is pushing! I didn't expect that I just fell into trouble and confronted the Anlan Dynasty. This barbarian tribe was already a little uncomfortable and wanted to get rid of me!"
Fang Yue's deity walked out slowly.
He sighed softly, feeling like the world is cold.
"This barbarian tribe is not weak according to the truth. Although it is divided into thousands of small tribes, the barbarian God of War in the tribe seems to be an existence of the supreme level, and its strength is not weaker than that of the Holy Emperor Anlan! These eight elders, How could he be afraid that the Anlan Dynasty had reached such a point that he hadn't written the eight characters yet, so he was anxious to take Nangongye back."
Fang Yue asked Nangongye unexpectedly.
Nangongye smiled bitterly and said: "This actually involves some internal problems in the barbarian tribe, but since you have asked it, it’s okay to tell you! The barbarian of war in the barbarian tribe fought against the demon tribe in a battle thousands of years ago. A supremely strong man of squad fought, and returned with serious injuries. The barbarian God of War has never left the barrier until now. Many people in the outside world say that the barbarian God of War has sat down and the heritage of the barbarian has been exhausted! Similar sound transmissions continue to circulate in China, and the entire barbarian tribe is now in a state of panic! The faction represented by the eight elders wants to let the barbarian tribe keep a low profile and even make allies widely in order to beg the barbarians. The tribe can survive the storm, but most of the voices in the barbarian tribe are still working hard and self-reliant!"
Time is like water, passing by in an instant.
As the sun rose and the moon fell, Fang Yue's public trial opened in the Anlan Dynasty's Kyoto.
This public trial was at the Anlan Arena in Kyoto.
This Anlan Colosseum is the largest one in the Anlan Dynasty. The area of ​​the Colosseum is extremely wide, covering an area of ​​30,000 kilometers, and there are more than 100 million of them. The Anlan Colosseum was originally said to be not for the entertainment of beasts, but a place where different armies fight each other to make the best.
But I don't know why, this Anlan Colosseum later became a place for Beast Beast entertainment, and the martial arts of the entire Anlan Dynasty gradually declined.
Fang Yue stood in the center of the Anlan Colosseum. He was wearing a pale prison uniform, and his handcuffs and fetters were all torture instruments that felons should wear.
In front of Fang Yue was an old man in a python robe. Although this old man was quite old, he had strong feet and a pair of eyes, like tigers, full of masculinity.
This person is the third prince of the Anlan Dynasty-Prince Yong!
This Prince Yong is said to have a distant blood relationship with the Anlan Holy Emperor. Back then, he and Anlan Holy Emperor hand in hand to lay down the Hehe Jiye of the Anlan Dynasty!
However, this legend is a legend after all. Whether this Prince Yong is the distant blood relative of the Holy Emperor Anlan, this is nowhere to be verified, but the strength of this Prince Yong is beyond doubt. He is one of the veteran powerhouses in the Anlan dynasty, with a cultivation base of the Daluojin fairyland level. He was indeed an underling of the Anlan holy emperor. In every ancient book of the Anlan dynasty, countless stories about Prince Yong are recorded. legend.
In this trial, Prince Yong came forward. This was quite beyond people’s expectations. After all, Fang Yue was just a guardian of a small town. His status was like that of Prince Yong. The ants on the roadside are the same as the sun in the sky, and the gap between the two is beyond words.
Behind Fang Yue there was a executioner dressed in red. He was carrying a machete that had been dried with blood in his hand. If Fang Yue were to be tried and guilty, his head would fall to the ground for the first time, as an example!
At the same time, the three princes and Wang Luhai, who were the parties involved, were also on the scene. In the VIP seats, there were also messengers from the Ten Thousand Clan Alliance, messengers from the evil demons and other powerful ethnic groups!
Although this is a public trial, ordinary civilians are not allowed to enter. The entire trial process will be broadcast live by people from the Anlan dynasty using the photo-taking stone to ensure that the entire trial is fair and just, without the slightest dirt or inside information.
"It's rare! This time, the Anlan dynasty was so exciting for me, even Prince Yong in the dynasty used it!"
There was a faint smile at the corner of Fang Yue's mouth, as if it was not him who was on trial this time!
"Fang Yue, you are already dying and you dare to be so arrogant, do you really think that you have done everything seamlessly in colluding with the Dark Demon? You are wrong, the Skynet is restored, and you are not missing! Holy Emperor Anlan, A wise martial artist, Prince Yong is wise and sharp, and your little tricks are all like child's play in the eyes of the two adults. In this trial, everything you did will be exposed to the sun!"
Wang Luhai was full of confidence this time. Although Fang Yue made the matter worse, and did not use torture to extract a confession in the trial department to make Fang Yue plead guilty, but in this public trial, Fang Yue colluded with the evidence of the Dark Demons. It is already quite conclusive, no one can argue!