The faces of several monks from most of the Irrigation worshippers darkened. They really didn't expect that they would meet guests who were serving here. However, they had decided to jump out and intervene, wouldn't it be their face? Where did the locals come from? Is the majesty of most of the Irrigation worshippers not there?

With a cold face, a monk from most of the worshippers said lightly: "This guest, Water Bone has been mobilized to serve the VIPs of the Flame Department. Our department will order someone to serve later, which will definitely satisfy the guests."

In their opinion, this wording is gentle and polite enough and a little sensible should know how to do it.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and then stretched out, "I only want water bones."

Most of the people who worshipped the Fire suddenly changed color and their eyes became cold. One of them snorted angrily, but they were about to act but were stopped by the person in front of them.

"Guest, if you insist on this, we have to stand by and negotiate with the Fire Department by ourselves. Because we have agreed to the Fire Department's request before, the reputation of the Fire Department's worship cannot be destroyed." The person who spoke became increasingly indifferent.

snort!

Aren't you going to fight?

OK, I'll give you a chance!

Several monks from the Flame Division immediately smiled grimly, and one of them stepped out, "Boy, didn't your mother teach you to show off when you go out?"

Mo Yu's eyes instantly became cold and he punched out!

Bang—

This monk from the Flame Division was like a kite with broken strings, flying across his body, and blood squirted from his mouth and nose.

He had never really seen his mother in his life, but he could feel her deep care and would never allow anyone to offend him!

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the remaining monks of the Flame Division widened their eyes. Obviously, they never expected that this kid would dare to attack them.

Baza reached out and slapped the chair under him, and the alcohol all over his body evaporated by the powerful qi and blood fluctuations. "Boy, you're dead!"

Swish-

The few people from the Flame tribe who came to their senses flashed and surrounded Mo Yu, all of whom were as deep as water.

Shuigu looked anxious and turned his head to look at most of the people who worshipped the Fire Department, with begging in his eyes.

"Mingya, I... don't we care?" Most of the monks who worshipped the fire and spoke hesitantly.

The person who stopped the attack turned around and said, "Shan Yu, since you are out of trouble just now, don't interfere anymore."

The plain words made his face flush, but he couldn't speak.

"Let's retreat. Since the guests do not agree with the handling of most of the people who worshipped the Zoroas, let them fight for it themselves. The strong prey on the strong, and the strong are the most respected. It is my iron law!" Mingya's voice was not high, but it happened to be heard by the guests around him, which attracted a lot of recognition.

The strong are respected!

If you don’t have the strength, don’t try to provoke, otherwise you can only swallow the bitter fruit by yourself.

Many people's eyes at Mo Yu changed suddenly, and they became a little mocking.

Although the Flame Tribe is not too strong, it is also considered a overlord. Is it easy to join us when the clan leader personally led the strong men of the clan tribe to help?

This kid is going to suffer a lot, and it is not impossible to lose his life if he can't handle it well.

Shui Gu's face was full of despair, and the last trace of disillusion in his heart was shattered. Is this the man who said he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life? Tears blurred his vision. Looking at Mo Yu's figure, she was filled with gratitude. She took a deep breath and said loudly: "Guest, I am very grateful to you, but please stop. I am willing to serve the guests of the Flame Department!"

Mo Yu had no interface, and he looked at the monks of the worship of the Zoroastrians, "The strong are all based on their means for respect, but I don't want to beat the younger ones and the older ones."

Mingya frowned slightly, and before he could speak, a grim smile rang out, "Boy, as long as you can take people out of this today, the Flame Tribe will not make things difficult for you!"

Baza strode forward, raised his hand as he spoke, and punched forward.

boom--

On the ground, there seemed to be an extra sun, and the sucking flames released a terrifying high temperature, causing the earth to crack quickly and become charred.

The air twisted violently!

Experts can tell the difference when they take action. Many monks onlookers all changed their expressions and their faces showed a trembling look.

This Bazaar is indeed qualified to be arrogant and domineering!

A hint of surprise flashed across Mingya's face, but he didn't expect that there was such an amazing talent in his partial bloodline.

If it is in most parts of the world, Bazaar will definitely be trained in a key way and may become a clan of the tribe in the future.

The power of this punch would not kill this person and would completely hurt him.

Mingya's mouth is slightly raised, asking for trouble!

...

Inside the majority of the Irrigation, there is a wooden building and on the rooftop platform, several middle-aged men sit around the table, with their every move and majestic.

These people all worship most of the tribe leaders of the branch. Their gathering was to discuss cooperation during hunting.

But at this moment, no one spoke, but stood on the railing with interest and looked outward.

With their cultivation level, they can easily know what is happening.

The head of the Fentian tribe smiled slightly, "Baza's temperament is very similar to Brother Badan, they are all people with temperament."

This is admirable, but if you have a little taste of the work, you can notice the profound meaning of it. It is not praise, but it is clearly mocking.

"Although people are not frivolous and innocent, it is better to be low-key in most of the worship of the Zoroastrians." Another tribe leader spoke coldly.

The Fire Tribe attracted all the strong men of the clan tribe and won the favor of most of the members of the Irrigation. The limelight blocked everyone, and the other branches felt unhappy.

Badan had no expression on his face, "Baza has always been a sensible move, and today's affairs will end soon."

Several patriarchs frowned slightly. Judging from their understanding of Badan, they obviously had great confidence in Bazaar.

It seems that his son is a very good person!

Just now, Bazaar took action and saw the coming sun from afar. The round platform suddenly became quiet.

Badan's eyes were slightly slim, and he couldn't say anything mocking.

...

"The Flame Tribe uses sun fire as the totem, and this Bazaar is obviously recognized by the totem spirit to produce such a terrifying blow!"

"Baza's strength is no less than that of the tribe leader, especially the terrifying high temperature of the sun fire, the attack power must be increased by one level!"

"This monk is in great trouble."

"It's not just a big problem, but a little bad luck, I'm afraid the corpse will not exist!"

The crowd retreated to avoid being affected by the fish pond, and their eyes fell on Mo Yu, full of sympathy.

Everyone had the same idea: This kid is dead!

...

Mo Yu didn't think he would die, but he was very calm.

If it were another attack of the same level, he might have to expose too much hidden strength to resist this attack.

But Bazaar is a member of the Flame Tribe, and the totem is the sun fire, and it exerts the destructive power of flames.

Unfortunately, Mo Yu can also play with fire!

In his body, the blood of the Fire God was boiling and he let out an angry roar.

As the controller of the flames between heaven and earth, no tangible fire is qualified to be presumptuous in front of it.

Mo Yu raised his hand and snatched forward hard!

Bang—

With a low and dull sound, Bazaar's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

The sun on the ground seemed to be crushed by a mountain, trembling violently and cracking inch by inch.

"ah!"

Baza screamed, bleeding from his seven orifices.

...

On the rooftop platform, Badan's body suddenly froze.

Several silent patriarchs regained their vitality in a blink of an eye.

The head of the Fentian tribe looked strange, "Badan is right, and the matter is over soon."

The slight sound seemed particularly clear at this moment.

"snort!"

Snorting heavily, Badan didn't care about the strange eyes of these people and took a step forward and roared away.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Behind him, laughing at him.
Chapter completed!