Chapter 2413

"The elders have already surrendered? They had an absolute advantage just now!"

The people of the Duanmu tribe looked at each other in blank dismay.

Looking at Yin's movement of grabbing the elder, many people immediately understood 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 to fight Yin, but at this moment, Yin's voice sounded again.

"You think it's ungrateful for me to take refuge in the Zuoqiu League, right? But, you pat your 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 stunned.

Everyone knows what happened to Yin. In terms of cultivation, combat power, and contribution, Yin should have become the elder of the Duanmu tribe long ago. However, the position of elder has not fallen to Yin for a long time.

In the final analysis, Yin is not from the Duanmu family.

Even the higher Yin's cultivation base and stronger strength, the more feared by the high priest.

"What happened to me in the Duanmu tribe is your future. If you want to be mediocre for the rest of your life, you can stay in the Duanmu tribe and fight for the Duanmu clan."

Yin glanced at the cultivators of the Duanmu Tribe, and said loudly.

Those cultivators of the Duanmu tribe 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 direct line of the Duanmu clan.

The high priest is Yin's own uncle, and Yin has not been taken seriously. Their future is almost predictable.

"Yin, how much benefit did the Zuoqiu League give you to make you sell your master for glory?" A young fairy from the Duanmu clan realized that the momentum was wrong, and immediately stood on the moral high ground, pointing at Yin and questioning.

"The Zuoqiu League didn't do me any favors. The only reason why I joined the Zuoqiu League was that the Zuoqiu League didn't look at bloodlines or surnames, but only at ability." Yin smiled lightly.

"Only look at ability!"

These four words, like a needle, pierced into the hearts of countless people.

Especially those who think they are superior, but have always been frustrated in the Duanmu tribe.

"As expected of someone who was the master of Chengtian Pavilion, this psychological warfare is really smooth." Liu Lang, who had been silent behind him, secretly sighed, he felt that he was really right to take Yin in.

If it wasn't for Yin shouting in the arms of the town, it is estimated that the million cultivators of the Duanmu tribe would have slaughtered the Yuwen tribe. After all, there are too many cultivators of the Duanmu tribe. Grabbing a few elders will not change the overall situation at all. .

"If anyone wants to make contributions with me, they can stand by my side now."

Seeing many people in the Duanmu tribe, his heart became active, and Yin immediately made persistent efforts.

However, this time, Yin miscalculated.

He repeated it three times, but no one came to his side.

In fact, it is not surprising that this happens.

People from the Duanmu Tribe went out to fight, and their family members stayed in the Duanmu Tribe. They switched to the Zuoqiu League, what about the family members? This is one, and another point is that the high priest Duanmu has a seal, whether he will win or lose, and there is no certainty. into the pit.

Regarding matters concerning the future and destiny, no one will make a decision on a whim.

However, Liu Lang was already quite satisfied with Yin being able to perform to this extent.

"Where are you high priests?" The fairyland cultivators of the Yuwen Tribe were still in a state of berserk, each of them lost their minds and couldn't ask anything at all. Liu Lang grabbed a Daxian elder from the Duanmu Tribe and asked.

"He was chased away by Yu Wenzhuo." The elder Daxian of the Duanmu tribe replied honestly.

"Chased by Yu Wenzhuo? Are you high priests so weak?" Liu Lang asked suspiciously.

According to Yin's description, the high priest of the Duanmu tribe, Duanmu Youyin, is a real golden immortal. Otherwise, the Duanmu tribe would not be able to become one of the overlords of the Eastern Region.

And Yu Wenzhuo's becoming a golden fairy is a matter of opportunism, no matter how you think about it, it's not too late.

"It's Yu Wenzhuo who is too strong. In the beginning, our High Priest had the advantage, but somehow, Yu Wenzhuo transformed and used his tongue as a weapon to force our High Priest to run away."

The great immortal elder said with a bitter face.

"Tongue as a weapon? Broken!"

Liu Lang realized in an instant that Yu Wenzhuo had turned on the berserk state. At the beginning, Yu Wenzhuo's fusion was a toad-shaped golden fairy monster. Isn't the tongue the toad's weapon?

And the berserk state can't last long at all, and it has great side effects. Once the time limit is over, it is estimated that a little fairy can catch Yu Wenzhuo.

No matter how you say it, Yu Wenzhuo is the most lacking high-level combat power in the Zuoqiu League. Liu Lang managed to get a Golden Immortal, so how can Duanmu Youyin cut it off for nothing?

Liu Lang immediately vacated, ready to search for traces of Yu Wenzhuo.

But at this moment, a stream of light flew from a distance.

"High Priest, save us!"

Before Liu Lang could speak, the captured elders of the Duanmu Tribe had already shouted loudly, because the streamer was none other than Duanmu Youyin, the high priest of the Duanmu Tribe.

Duanmu Youyin carried his back with one hand and the dying Yu Wenzhuo in the other. It was the time of the spring breeze. As he expected, Yu Wenzhuo returned to his original shape. With almost no effort, he grabbed Yu Wenzhuo.

Hearing the shouts from below suddenly, Duanmu Youyin couldn't help being taken aback, looked down, only to find that the fighting had subsided, but the way of subduing was completely opposite to what he had expected.

He originally thought that the dozen or so great immortal elders, together with the army of millions of cultivators from the Duanmu Tribe, could wipe out the Yuwen Tribe in minutes, but he didn't expect that not many people from the Yuwen Tribe died. Became a prisoner.

"How is this going?"

Duanmu Youyin put away his smile.

Soon, he found a very eye-catching figure.

"Yin! It's you!"

Duanmu Youyin gritted his teeth for a while, and scanned the audience. The only one who could subdue the ten or so great immortal elders was Yin. Ignore it.

"Duanmu has a seal, don't come here without any harm."

Looking up at Duanmu Youyin, Yin sneered.

He is definitely not Duanmu Youyin's opponent, but there is Liu Lang behind him, so he has no fear at all.

"You actually called me by my first name, I'm your uncle!"

Duanmu's face was full of anger.

"Uncle? Do you think of me as your nephew one day?" Yin curled his lips and said, "If I hadn't run fast, I'm afraid I would have been beheaded by you in front of the four priests."

"You still have the face to say it!"

Duanmu Youyin was furious, "You set up the Chengtian Pavilion outside without authorization, so that the four major tribes suspected that Zuoqiu League was supported by my Duanmu tribe. If I don't ask you to blame, who can I ask?"

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