Chapter 2573 Natives of the Western Regions

"Three days after the farewell, it's really impressive. The handyman who was serving tea and water dared to attack the master!" Yang Tongchen snorted coldly, raised one arm lightly, and met the opponent's palms.

Duan Ganluan from behind shook his head.

A high priest of a small tribe in the border area, whose cultivation level is at best a great immortal, challenged Yang Tongchen of the late Jinxian period head-on. Isn't this courting death? Even if Yang Tongchen only used one arm, it was enough to shake him to pieces.

"Crack!"

As Duan Qianluan expected, the next moment, a clear sound of bones breaking spread throughout the audience.

However, after the sound of bones breaking, there was also a heart-piercing wail.

"How can it be?"

Duan Qianluan took a closer look, only to find that Yang Tongchen's arm was bent behind his head at a strange angle. On the other hand, the so-called handyman did nothing wrong. This means that the sound of bones breaking just now came from Since Sheep Tongue Chen.

As for the source of the wailing, there is no need to deduce it, because Yang Tongchen's mouth is still open.

"Die!"

When Duan Qianluan and the countless cultivators of the two tribes were stunned, the leader of the opponent raised his palm again. This time, before Yang Tongchen could raise his other arm, the opponent's palm fall.

"Crack!"

Like a big hammer hitting a ripe watermelon, Yang Tongchen's brain burst instantly, and the headless corpse shook twice, then fell heavily on the ground.

"hiss!"

Seeing Yang Tongchen in an instant,

Unable to die any more, Duan Ganluan took a breath.

Although the two of them belonged to two tribes, since the alliance, the two sides have had a lot of contact. Duan Ganluan is very clear about Yang Tongchen's strength. No matter how careless he is, Jinxian's physical body cannot be changed.

This means that the leader of the opponent is not a little fairy, not a big fairy, let alone an ordinary golden fairy.

"Golden Immortal Peak! This person's strength has definitely reached the Golden Immortal Peak!"

After making this judgment, Duan Qianluan suddenly changed color.

"Back, everyone, back up!"

The vanguard of the two tribes immediately retreated like a tide.

Not long after, he was dozens of miles away. Seeing that the other party did not catch up, Duan Ganluan let out a sigh of relief and asked everyone to stay where they were. He found the high priest Duan Ganqing as quickly as possible. Of course, the person standing with Duan Ganqing , and the high priest of the Yangtong tribe, Yangtong Jun.

"Is everything arranged?"

Seeing the return of Seventh Elder Duan Qianluan, Duan Ganqing thought that the vanguard had already entered Gongye City.

"High Priest, something has happened!"

Duan Ganluan hesitated for a moment, and reported truthfully.

"What happened?" Duan Ganqing frowned and asked.

In the vanguard, there are more than 20 Jinxians and hundreds of Daxians. This kind of strength may not be enough in the Central Region, but when they come to the small Western Regions, they can pull out any one and walk sideways.

Duan Ganqing really couldn't think of what could happen.

Duan Ganluan, the seventh elder, glanced at the high priest of the Yangtong Tribe, Yangtong Jun, who lowered his head and said: "The tenth elder of the Yangtong Tribe, Mr. Yangtongchen, was killed!"

"What?"

She thought that there was nothing wrong with the Sheep Tongue Tribe, and suddenly jumped up.

There are a total of thirty elders of Jinxian in the Sheep Tongue Tribe, half of them were lost in the turbulence of space, and now there are less than twenty left. The importance is self-evident.

The Tenth Elder Yang Tongchen, among the elders of the Golden Immortals, is relatively young and has a lot of room for growth. As the high priest, Yang Tong has always focused on cultivating Yang Tong Chen.

"what is going on?"

Grasping Duan Ganluan's arm, Yang Tongjun asked in a deep voice.

Duan Qianluan trembled in fright, and hurriedly told the truth: "We have successfully arrived outside Gongye City, but before entering the city, a group of cultivators rushed back from the city and blocked our way. There are probably several thousand people Well, Master Yang Tongchen said he knew each other, the leader of the other party, said the leader of the other party, was the high priest of a small tribe in the Western Regions, and he had worked as a handyman for a period of time in order to join the Yang Tong tribe, so he went to I talked to that handyman before, but within a few words, the other party made a move, and Master Yang Tongchen was defeated and was slapped to death by the other party."

"Slap to death? A high priest from a small tribe in the Western Regions can slap to death the elder of my sheep tongue tribe?"

Sheep tongue is a little unbelievable.

"I think that person must have been hiding his cultivation. At the beginning, he pretended to surrender to the Yangtong tribe, maybe he had other plans. Fortunately, Mr. Yangtongchen was not bewitched by him..."

Duan Qianluan said cautiously.

"It's useless not to be seduced, it's not like being slapped to death by someone else!"

Sheep Tongue Jun snorted coldly and said.

He knows the tenth elder Yang Tongchen very well, and he can even imagine the arrogant appearance of Yang Tongchen before he was shot dead. In a sense, Yang Tongchen deserves to die, but Yang Tongchen belongs to the Yangtong tribe Man, now that the Sheep Tongue Tribe is about to take root in the Western Regions, how can the elders of the Sheep Tongue Tribe die in vain!

"Master Qing, I'll go to Gongye City to have a look!"

Trying to suppress his anger, Yang Tong said to Duan Ganqing.

"I will go with Master Jun."

Duan Ganqing said.

Fearing that the monsters, or the Zuoqiu League, would be unfavorable to the two tribes, the two Heavenly Venerate powerhouses had always been at the end of the large army, but they never expected that an accident would happen at the front.

Looking at it this way, it is meaningless to work after the break.

After all, it was a matter between the two tribes. Even though he felt that Duan Ganqing and himself would go there together, it was superfluous, but Yang Tong didn't say anything. Came outside Gongye City.

At this moment, those thousands of cultivators were still standing outside Gongye City, waiting in full force.

"It's Master Yang Tongchen who he killed!"

Duan Ganluan pointed to the middle-aged cultivator standing at the front, and said to Yang Tongjun.

"Golden Immortal Peak!"

Duan Qianluan couldn't see the specific cultivation level of the middle-aged cultivator, so he could only rely on guesswork, but Yang Tongue is a powerful Tianzun, and he can determine the other party's cultivation base with just one glance. It was effortless, not to mention that Yang Tongchen himself was careless.

However, there is one thing, this is the Western Regions. The probability of Jinxian peak cultivators appearing in the Western Regions is lower than the probability of Tianzun cultivators appearing in the Central Region. Yang Tong does not believe that the other party is a cultivator born and raised in the Western Regions.

"do you know me?"

Walking to the front of the formation with a sullen face, he asked the middle-aged cultivator at the peak of Jinxian with his sheep tongue up and down.

"I don't know." The middle-aged cultivator rolled his tongue and replied in a deep voice.

"do not know?"

Although the Yangtong tribe is not considered one of the best super tribes, it is also somewhat prestigious in the central region, and as the high priest of the Yangtong tribe, the Yangtong is well known to the middle-level cultivators. Those few.

However, the other party didn't even know him. Could it be that the other party was really a native of the Western Regions?

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