Chapter 2413: condemn

"The elders have surrendered? Just now they had an absolute advantage!"
The people of Duanmu tribe looked at each other.
Looking at the actions of Yin grasping the elder, many people realized that Yin no longer belonged to the Duanmu tribe, but stood on the opposite side of the Duanmu tribe.
Some people were about to rush up and fight Yin, but at this moment, Yin's voice sounded again.
"You think that I am ungrateful to join Zuoqiu League, right? But, you take your own conscience and think about it, how much I have done for the Duanmu tribe these years, and how much I have gained."
"This……"
Many people were startled.
Regarding Yin’s experience, everyone knew that Yin should have become the elder of the Duanmu tribe in terms of cultivation status, combat power, and contribution. However, this elder position has not fallen to Yin’s head for a long time.
In the final analysis, Yin is not from the Duanmu clan.
Even the higher Yin's cultivation base and the stronger his strength, the more he was jealous of the high priest.
"My experience in the Duanmu tribe is your future. If you want to be inactive for a lifetime, you can stay in the Duanmu tribe and fight for the Duanmu clan."
Yin glanced at the cultivators in the Duanmu tribe and said loudly.
The Duanmu tribe cultivators who originally regarded Yin as the enemy of life and death all hesitated at this moment. Among the millions of cultivators, there are very few who truly belong to the Duanmu clan.
The high priest is Yin's real uncle, and Yin has not received much attention. Their future is almost predictable.
"Yin, how much benefit did Zuoqiu Meng give you so that you can be a seller of glory?" A small immortal from the Duanmu clan found that the momentum was wrong, and immediately stood at the commanding height of morality and pointed to Yin.
"The Zuoqiu League didn't give me any benefit. The only reason I joined Zuoqiu League was that Zuoqiu League didn't look at blood, surname, but only ability." Yin smiled lightly.
"Just look at ability!"
These four words are like a needle, pierced into the hearts of countless people.
Especially those who think they are superb, but are still depressed in Duanmu tribe.
"You deserve to be the pavilion master of the Chengtian Pavilion. This psychological warfare is really fun." Liu Lang, who had been silent behind him, secretly sighed. He felt that he had taken Yin, it was the right thing to take.
If it weren’t for Yin shouting at the town’s arm, it is estimated that the millions of repairers in the Duanmu tribe have already massacred the Yuwen tribe. After all, there are too many repairers in the Duanmu tribe. Grasping a few elders will not change the overall situation. .
"If anyone wants to follow me to make contributions, they can stand on my side now."
When I saw many people in the Duanmu tribe, my heart became active, and Yin immediately made persistent efforts.
However, this time, Yin miscalculated.
He repeated it three times, and no one stood by his side.
In fact, this situation is not unexpected.
These people from the Duanmu tribe are going to fight, and their family members are still in the Duanmu tribe. They switch to Zuoqiu League. This is one, and there is another point. The high priest Duanmu has a seal. It is a win or a loss. There is no guarantee. If they come back soon, they can turn the tide. If they jump to Zuoqiu League now, it is equivalent to jumping in. In the pit.
No one can make a decision when it comes to the future and destiny.
However, Liu Lang is already quite satisfied with Yin's ability to reach this level.
"Where is your high priest?" The fairyland cultivators of the Yuwen tribe were still in a violent state. They were unconscious and could not ask anything at all. Liu Lang grabbed a great immortal elder of the Duanmu tribe and asked.
"He was chased by Yu Wenzhuo." The Daxian elder of Duanmu tribe answered honestly.
"Be chased by Yu Wenzhuo? Is your high priest so weak?" Liu Lang asked suspiciously.
According to Yin's description, Duanmu tribe high priest Duanmu has a seal, but it is a genuine golden immortal. Otherwise, Duanmu tribe cannot become one of the overlords of the Eastern Region.
And Yu Wenzhuo became a golden immortal, it is a speculation, no matter how he thinks, it's too late.
"It was Yu Wenzhuo who was too strong. At the beginning, our high priest had the advantage, but somehow, Yu Wenzhuo transformed himself, using the tongue as a weapon to force our high priest to run away."
The great immortal elder said bitterly.
"Use your tongue as a weapon? Broken!"
Liu Lang instantly realized that Yu Wenzhuo had turned on a violent state. At the beginning, Yu Wenzhuo was fused, but it was a toad-like golden fairy beast. Isn't the tongue of the toad's weapon?
And the violent state can't be maintained for long, and it has great side effects. Once the time limit has passed, it is estimated that a small fairy can capture Yu Wenzhuo.
In any case, Yu Wenzhuo is the most lacking high-level combat power of Zuoqiu League. Liu Lang has finally made a golden fairy. How can Duanmu Youyin be cut off for nothing?
Liu Lang immediately vacated, preparing to search for Yu Wenzhuo's trail.
But at this moment, a stream of light flew from a distance.
"High priest, save us!"
Before Liu Lang could speak, the captured great immortal elders of the Duanmu tribe had already shouted loudly, because the streamer was not someone else, but the high priest of the Duanmu tribe, Duanmu Youyin.
Duanmu Youyin carried the dying Yu Wenzhuo with one hand behind his back and the other hand, when the spring breeze was proud. As he expected, Yu Wenzhuo returned to his original shape. He took Yu Wenzhuo with little effort.
Suddenly hearing the cry below, Duanmu Youyin couldn't help but froze for a moment. After looking down, he found that the war had subsided, but the way of calming down was completely opposite to what he expected.
He originally thought that more than a dozen great immortal elders, together with the army of millions of cultivators from the Duanmu tribe, could sweep the Yuwen tribe in minutes, but he didn’t want the Yuwen tribe’s people to die. Became a prisoner under the order.
"How is this going?"
Duanmu Youyin put away his smile.
Soon, he found a very eye-catching figure.
"Yin! It turned out to be you!"
Duanmu Youyin gritted his teeth and scanned the audience. The only person who could subdue these more than ten great immortal elders was Yin. As for the big fat rabbits of the Profound Pill Realm, Ono, and Liu Lang of the Great Wonderland, they were selectively Ignore it.
"Duanmu has a seal, don't come here unharmed."
Looking up at Duanmu Youyin, Yin sneered.
He is definitely not Duanmu Youyin's opponent, but there is Liu Lang behind, so he has no fear at all.
"You even called my first name, I'm your uncle!"
Duanmu Youyin was full of anger.
"Uncle? Do you think of me as your nephew one day?" Yin curled his lips and said, "If it weren't for me to run fast, I'm afraid you have been beheaded in front of the four priests."
"You still have the face to say!"
Duanmu Youyin was furious, "You formed Chengtian Pavilion outside without authorization, so that the four major tribes suspected that Zuoqiu League was supported by my Duanmu tribe. I don't ask you for the crime, who do you call?"