Chapter 2779 I'm Back Confronting Jinpeng Clan

"The disciples have been fighting and fighting, life and death, your dignified quasi-sacred realm powerhouse actually attacked a realm king realm, are you not afraid to spread it out and lose the face of the Jinpeng clan?" Qingyan clan chief said.

"Doing this kind of self-defeating thing is to bully the small by big and shameless, and shamelessly." Ji Caicai mumbled her small mouth and muttered softly.

"As a quasi-sacred realm, you should understand that if you kill Zhuo Bufan, you will create cause and effect for yourself. When the time comes, the power of the tribulation will double, and it will be more difficult to enter the holy realm." Master Zu Long sighed.

"Master Lao Zulong is concerned about this, but Zhuo Bufan is not in the Jinpeng clan now." Jinpeng Patriarch smiled slightly.

The eyes of the sky were stagnant, and the expressions of Qing Huan and others became slightly stiff. The Jinpeng clan obviously took Zhuo Bufan away, how could he not be in the Jinpeng clan now.

"Master Zulong, Zhuo Bufan..." the patriarch Qingyan asked in a low voice.

Master Zulong shook his head and said: "In the Jinpeng clan, I did not find the extraordinary breath. With my spiritual power, unless it is a holy magic weapon, it can't hide anyone's breath. There should be no holy magic weapon in the Jinpeng clan. "

Magic weapons, the more powerful they are, the more difficult it is to refine them, and they will reach the Universe level. Because they are too powerful, they will cause disasters when refining. The success rate is very low. The magic weapons of the Saint level are even more difficult. Xia Ling Saint Waiting for people also spent countless hours traveling the universe to collect all kinds of rare and exotic treasures, only to barely refine one piece.

"Zhuo Bufan was indeed taken away by people from the Jinpeng clan, but now you say that he is not in the Jinpeng clan? Where can there be such a truth in the world." Qing Huan bit his silver teeth and took a step, not afraid of the pressure of the Jinpeng clan. The voice was clear.

Patriarch Jinpeng and Yan Yue looked at the face of Lord Zulong. Qing Huan, an ordinary realm king who dared to interrupt, suddenly made him look slightly darkened.

A great pressure fell on Qing Huan's body, making the latter's face suddenly pale, and the bones all over his body seemed to be squeezed into pieces.

"Patriarch Jinpeng, are you bullying the junior in this way?" The patriarch Qingyan took a step forward, his eyes flashing, and he looked directly at the latter.

A tyrannical coercion exuded from the patriarch of Qingyan, directly offsetting the coercion exerted by patriarch Jinpeng, making Qinghuan feel a lot easier.

"A junior, is it qualified to interject? Do you dragons really think my Jinpeng tribe is a bully, and don't put my Jinpeng tribe in your eyes?" Jinpeng patriarch sneered.

The two clashed against each other, and even the space above the square was faintly distorted when the two auras collided.

"Do you want to be reasonable?" At this moment, a young man from the Jinpeng clan rushed out, staring at Qing Huan coldly, and said with a touch of contempt at the corner of his mouth: "Only the weak will beg the strong to be reasonable, Zhuo Bufan. The waste is dead."

"You are talking nonsense! He is not dead." Qing Huanmei glared at the former with anger.

The former is the first genius of the Jinpeng Clan, the Golden Winged Realm Emperor, who has already condensed two reincarnation platforms, and his reputation among the younger generation is much higher than that of King Qinghao.

"Patriarch Jinpeng, Zhuo Bufan is kind to my dragon clan, not to mention that he is a strong human clan of the Star Alliance. He specially came to my dragon clan to experience it. If he can't hold on to one person, how can my dragon clan's face survive?" Slowly and honestly.

In a word, the pressure from the sky swept away again, even if the patriarch Jinpeng took a few steps back, there was still a huge gap between the quasi-sage and the true saint.

"Master Zulong, a little realm king asked you to come out in person. It seems that the kid is really great, but my Jinpeng clan is not a soft persimmon to pinch." Jinpeng Patriarch said with cold eyes, "Ancient Demon Seal Loose, Master Zulong should be busy repairing the sealed treasures during this time, which has consumed a lot of energy and true essence."

"Patriarch Jinpeng, what do you mean by this?" Qingyan frowned.

The Jinpeng patriarch had a strong tone and said: "Just today, the Xia Ling saint sent someone to send the jade order, and I directly crushed the jade order, don’t you know? My Jinpeng clan also has a real saint sitting in town, if it’s the dragon clan. I want to go to war with my Jinpeng clan, and my Jinpeng clan will stay with me to the end!"

After a moment of silence in the square, an uproar erupted, followed by a series of whispering sounds, one after another.

The saint Xia Ling sent someone to Yuling, everyone knows and guesses that the ancestors of Jinpeng may have broken through the saint state and are still in the Jinpeng clan, but after hearing the patriarch of Jinpeng personally say it, take it seriously, everyone His complexion changed slightly.

If the ancestors of Jinpeng are really alive and have stepped into the realm of saints, then the Jinpeng clan has enough strength and the dragon clan to wrestle.

The face of the children of the dragon clan has also become a little ugly.

The four dragon patriarchs were also taken aback. Although the strength of the four patriarchs is not weak, the Jinpeng patriarch, but because of the refining and repairing of the magic bell, their true essence and spiritual consumption are also extremely serious. If the Jinpeng clan really has a saint sitting in the town, Then the dragons don't have much advantage.

What's more, in the eyes of the loosening of the ancient magic seal, if the dragon clan goes to war with the Jinpeng clan, there may be endless troubles.

"It's just a little realm king, why bother to make things so big, what do you say, Master Zulong?" The patriarch Jinpeng smiled but did not smile, and the corner of his mouth was outlined with a shadowy arc.

The four dragon clan chiefs did not speak, but cast their eyes on Lord Zulong.

Such an important matter still requires Master Zu Long to decide!

"Unexpectedly, the ancestor of Jinpeng actually returned from the original universe, and successfully stepped into the holy realm. It is gratifying." Lord Zulong looked as usual and said: "However, if my dragon clan can't protect even a human cultivator, Then my dragon will not hesitate to fight."

The sky resounded through a tumult again.

Everyone was in an uproar, but he did not expect Master Zu Long to be so tough.

"There is another sentence, I need to remind you that if you don't release Zhuo Bufan, then the consequences are estimated that your Jinpeng clan cannot bear." Master Zu Long added.

The four ancestors were stunned, and Qing Huan, Leiyuan, Zhang Su and others were also stunned.

Unexpectedly, Lord Zulong valued Zhuo Bufan so much, and he did not hesitate to go to war with the Jinpeng clan.

"Zhuo Bufan He De He Neng, let Master Zulong protect him like this." In the crowd, Jiang Tai clenched his fists, his face showed jealousy and sternness.

"It's probably more than that simple to let Master Zulong go to war with the Jinpeng clan." Daojun shook his head slightly.

Naturally, the ancient seven tribes did not expect it, because a human cultivator would cause things to this point. The ancient eight tribes and the dragon tribe had some grievances and contradictions in the ancient times, but after millions of years, this kind of Gratitudes and contradictions have gradually faded.

The more important reason is that the dragons are too strong, so strong that they dare not have any thoughts at all.

But the Jinpeng tribe, the strongest of the ancient eight tribes, now has a true saint and a quasi-sage powerful, and it seems that they also have the capital to compete with the dragon tribe.

Just when the atmosphere was solidified and the smell of gunpowder was permeating, in the distance, a flying sword stepped on its feet, an elegant figure drew an arc across the sky, and quickly swept towards here.

"I am back!"

Along with it, there was a hearty voice full of vitality.