Chapter 446: Jinwu Clan

Feeling the soft touch in his arms, Chen Xinglie was very satisfied.
I wish this distance was farther away, it would be better to never see the end.
With his current cultivation base like the dragon realm, he could spur this neon feather garment to fly a long distance, but after all, the clothes are only parallel imports, and the speed can only be said to be very slow, at least in Chen Xinglie's opinion.
Chen Xinglie frowned slightly as he felt that Gu Huu bird was carrying him thousands of miles a day.
"Immersed in the sea is hard to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud."
Chen Xinglie just sighed suddenly, but he never saw the surprised expression of the teacher Feiyu in his arms.
"This poem... was written by brother?" Shi Feiyu has beautiful eyes. Although she hasn't studied the literary way very much, she still has the basic appreciation ability. Naturally, she knows that a free sentence from brother is enough to spread through the ages. Quatrains.
I just don't know what expression this girl would have if she knew that Chen Xinglie was the current literary sage.
It must be wonderful.
Good times are always short. Chen Xinglie and Chen Xinglie didn't fly high, and they knew exactly what was happening on the ground.
"Brother, there!"
Chen Xinglie naturally saw it too. A seriously injured and dying golden eagle was lying on the ground, and a group of people surrounded the golden eagle.
"act recklessly!"
Chen Xinglie urged the neon clothes to fall slowly, his eyes filled with infinite chill.
When he got to the station, he could see those people clearly.
Of the four martial arts fourth realm divine power realm, the leading one is the fifth realm strong realm cultivation base.
A bunch of chickens and dogs!
With the inferior martial arts cultivation skills of these people, it is obvious that they have not found any murderous intentions coming towards them not far away. Chen Xinglie and the two were about to kill these people, but they heard a sound of conversation.
"Young patriarch, we caught the golden eagle of the Golden Eagle tribe, will it cause trouble?" One of the men in the divine power realm said to the only inner strong youth. This person frowned slightly, as if worried about getting into trouble.
Chen Xinglie stretched out his hand to stop Shi Feiyu who was angrily trying to kill him directly, shook his head slightly in the latter's puzzled eyes, and signaled her not to act rashly.
"Listen first."
Chen Xinglie's undoubted tone reached Shi Feiyu's ears, which slightly slowed down the killing intent in her heart.
Not far away, as soon as the man’s voice fell, he slapped his forehead,
What do you know about Wu Dazhu! With the strength of our Golden Crow clan, let alone catching a small golden eagle, even if it’s a gold The princess of the carving tribe, Master Feiyu, caught it, but he didn't dare to put one in a war fart!"
The speaker was the young patriarch of the inner strong realm. This person was dressed in a red gold armor and looked shining in the sun.
The man who was slapped did not dare to show the slightest anger. This young patriarch often punched and kicked them, and he didn't care at all. Even if he was unhappy and killed them all, the clan would not be against them. Any penalties.
The Jinwu tribe has a very strong concept of respect and inferiority, and the superiors have all the power to live and kill the subordinates.
The young man in the battle armor saw that the man stopped talking, and his eyes showed a trace of satisfaction. He seemed to enjoy the scene of angering his subordinates at every turn, and liked to see others chilling when facing him.
"Young patriarch, is this golden eagle brought back to the clan? Or..."
Before this man had finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young patriarch Jinwu waved his hand.
"What's the use of bringing it back to the clan? I think it's better to kill it. I will stew the golden eagle in a big pot, and send someone to the golden eagle tribe..."
Those few servants didn't seem to have thought that their young patriarch was so cruel. They trembled after hearing the words, and they knelt down, "The young patriarch is wise!"
Not far away, Shi Feiyu's eyes were red, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to eat the flesh of the young Golden Crow clan forever. She was shaking all over, and she was on the verge of losing control.
Chen Xinglie put his hands on her shoulders at the right time, Shi Feiyu only felt a coolness coming from her, as she walked around her body, her eyes instantly restored Qingming.
"I'm sorry, brother...I was almost crazy just now."
Shi Feiyu wiped the cold sweat on her forehead. She was somewhat impressed by the situation just now, and she was dazzled by anger. If she allowed it to develop, even if she saved the dying golden eagle, she would have it. The end of a demon.
Fortunately, Chen Xinglie shot in time.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help being afraid for a while.
Chen Xinglie's eyes narrowed slightly. With his current strength, there was no difficulty in doing this. What he was curious about was the origin of the Golden Crow tribe. He seemed to ignore the Golden Eagle tribe at all.
In the last life in his memory, the soft rice king didn't seem to know much about the wild land.
However, it is not the time to seek the answer, so I will save the golden eagle first.
Thinking about it this way, Chen Xinglie drew out the big sword from the storage space, exuding a sword intent like nothing.
But at this time, Shi Feiyu stopped him.
"Brother, can you let the younger sister take action?"
Chen Xinglie looked at Shi Feiyu and nodded.
He knew that this girl had a strong killing intent, and he always wanted to vent.
"That's okay, let me see what level you have cultivated in the "Division of Heavens and Disillusionment Sword"." Chen Xinglie said, then he waved his big sword with a big hand, and took the few native chickens in front of him. The strength of the tile dog could not be the enemy of Shi Feiyu at all, so he didn't need to act.
With Chen Xinglie's consent, Shi Feiyu felt as if he had changed himself for an instant, and the aura of the law of time spread from time to time.
Today, use the waste of these Jinwu tribes to try her sword script!
Up to this moment, the five members of the Jinwu tribe still did not notice the arrival of Chen Xinglie, but gathered together to talk about something.
"Young patriarch, I heard that Shi Feiyu of the Golden Eagle tribe is as beautiful as a god, why didn't you her over, and then...hehe..."
"Don't worry, that woman will belong to me sooner or later, wait and see, I will keep her from getting out of bed." The patriarch Jinwu gave a wicked smile, his eyes revealed lust.
But at this moment, a voice full of murderous intent resounded here.
"Crazy child, today next year will be your anniversary!"
"Who!"
The complexions of several people from the Jinwu tribe changed drastically, and they looked around in horror, but no one was seen.
With the speed of the teacher Feiyu, how can these people find it.
"Who dare to sneak sneaky in front of me! I tell you, I am the young patriarch of the Golden Crow tribe. For your hard work, just kneel in front of me and ask me for forgiveness, maybe I can let you go. One horse."
The young patriarch of Jinwu shouted sharply, but a discerning person knew at a glance that this person was already a stubborn person, and he had just moved out of his identity and wanted to use it to suppress others.