Yang Xiaoman started to think when she heard this.

After a moment, he said, "With the wisdom of the Prison King and others, we should see that under the situation at that time, even if the senior brother was not on our side, they would not have the chance to grab the treasure. Besides, the senior brother is now a spiritual ancestor cultivator. Such a big backer can't be asked by others, and it will never turn against him."

Master Feng nodded and said, "Of course I understand this principle, but the problem is that if other spiritual ancestor-level monks come to force the island because of the Wood Spirit Clan, the Prison King and the others will definitely be under heavy pressure. If you don't help us, you will be counted. It may not be impossible to stab us in the back."

Yang Xiaoman nodded slightly.

Master Feng looked at her again and said seriously: "Xiao Man, I came to you today to remind you that sooner or later, my Miaofeng Island will no longer be suitable for the new foundation of the Wood Spirit Clan. You need to make plans early. Since you have to make plans early, why not start thinking today and let us leave as soon as possible."

This person is also acting neatly.

Yang Xiaoman was shocked when he heard this.

She hadn't thought about this question yet.

For a moment, the four major tribes flashed through my mind, but I didn’t know where to make the foundation.

"If you make a decision, I will take the person I can take with you and go with you!"

Master Feng said again.

Without waiting for the rebellion with the Prison King and others, he left first.

Yang Xiaokuan nodded, thought for a while, then said in his eyes: "In the opinion of his senior brother, the Xuelang Island where the former blood barbarians were located is the foundation?"

After hearing this, Master Feng thought for a while, he shook his head and said, "No! At least for the time being!"

“Why?”

Yang Xiaokuan asked.

This Xuelang Island is vast and has natural and strange means to intercept the arrival of junior monks. Now it has no power to occupy it. In her heart, it is a very suitable place.

"This Xuelang Island involves the bloody barbarians. If we take it rashly, it will definitely cause doubt. There will definitely be monks who guess what great opportunity we have found there and want to take it exclusively."

Master Feng said: "At that time, monks from all directions gathered, and we could not resist it at all."

Yang Xiaoman nodded when he heard this and had to admit that this is the reason.

Thinking again.

Master Feng also frowned and thought.

"Have it!"

After a moment, Master Feng's eyes lit up.

"where?"

Yang Xiaoman asked immediately.

Master Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll go find someone first and ask him for his opinion. If he agrees, I'll bring him to see you."

After the words came to the end, the ban was removed and left.

More than an hour later, Master Feng brought people to see Yang Xiaoman, who turned out to be the last person from the wine clan - Wumeng.

This person was once saved by Feng Shi and was his hardcore confidant.

After entering the room, I don’t need to introduce it, and I will talk about the important matters directly.

Feng Shi said: "He is the only one left in Wumeng's wine clan. The former territory of the wine clan, Guanjun Island, was also occupied by the old rival of the wine clan. I have already talked with Wumeng. If he gets robbed, he is willing to send Guanjun Island to you as our new foundation."

Yang Xiaoman thanked him after hearing this.

"But you and Master Feng have to agree to me with another condition!"

Wu Meng's expression was a little dark. Perhaps because of the old hatred, his face, which was already so fleshy, became even more vicious.

"Brother Dao, please tell me!"

Yang Xiaoshou said.

Wu Meng said: "I want you to help me grab the most important wine-making sacred artifact of the wine clan for me."

Yang Xiaomanqi said: "What is it? Could it be that the top-quality innate spiritual treasure is not achieved? Where is it now?"

Wu Meng shook his head and said, "It is not the best innate spiritual treasure, it is just a wine-making holy weapon of our tribe. It is similar to an alchemy furnace and a weapon-making furnace. After the elder brother dies, he should fall into the hands of several senior elders in the late stage of the eating tribe."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange thing that looked half a groove and half a tripod appeared. It was both an image and of course he could not feel the breath.

Yang Xiaoman pondered when he heard this.

Master Feng seemed to understand her concerns and said, "This eater, together with several major races such as the evil race, also called several evil races in our hundreds of races. They are naturally greedy, and there are many evil devouring skills and magical powers that evolved from eating. Even monks from other races do not let go. You don't have moral concerns."

Yang Xiaoman nodded when he heard this.

Wu Meng next to him rolled a lot of breath, and his expression became even more sad and angry.

"People of the wine clan are born with good wine and drink a lot and good wine. Many of the fleshy wines are fragrant and have always been considered by the eaters to be one of the best foods. Whenever they catch them, they are mostly eaten..."

Master Feng sent a message to Yang Xiaoman.

Yang Xiaokuan's scalp exploded when he heard this. There was such a horrible thing in the world.

"Brother Dao really just want to snatch back that wine-making holy weapon? Instead of destroying this genocide?"

After pondering for a while, Yang Xiaoman asked Wu Meng again.

Wu Meng's expression was complicated, but he shook his head slowly and said, "We have had a lot of dealings with the eater. We know that their children are not evil like ours, but they are taken on the evil path the day after tomorrow. I - I will not force them to destroy the race."

Yang Xiaoman nodded deeply.

I don’t have much interaction with this old man, but today I deeply feel his broad mind and compassion.

"Okay, I agree with this condition of Dao Brother!"

Yang Xiaokuan agreed.

"Since that's the case, we'll prepare and set off."

Master Feng was also cheerful and immediately said, "Xiao Man, you are responsible for the spiritual roots here. Wu Meng and I went to summon all the other monks on the island. Take them away if you want to leave. If you don't want to leave, please go with them."

The two nodded together.

They left separately again.

On Miaofeng Island, the escape light rose and soon the cultivators gathered together.

After not mentioning his speech, Master Feng didn't say much about the reason for leaving, but only said that he would find another suitable foundation.

But many monks could guess, but they were afraid that they would have a rift with the other six great masters.

Under such a situation, many monks thought about their future more carefully.

In the big square, there was a brief silence.

Feng Master stood on the platform, closing his eyes and not expressing any pressure, covering everyone, and wanted to see how many loyal subordinates had been produced over the years.

"Island Lord, I'm willing to follow you and leave!"

Soon, someone spoke first, and he was also a half-spirited body.

"I would also like to go with the island owner."

As soon as the half-spirited body spoke, the voice of the echoed voice became louder.

Feng Shi is a man who has always been good at his subordinates. In addition, he is good at refining alchemy. As long as he has made achievements, he will give him good elixirs, which is very popular.

In addition, it is already in the realm of the Spirit Ancestor, and there are many monks who are willing to follow him.

Master Feng was secretly happy in his heart.
Chapter completed!