Being friends with Qin Yichen is a great blessing for the Sky-Tunking Green Diao clan.

After the identity of the latter's god-level race spread, they could feel that those eyes that were eyeing them had quietly disappeared.

Obviously, those forces that were at odds with them all knew about Qin Yichen's friendship with Qingluan.

If we break up with the Sky Swallowing Green Sable Clan at this time, we will most likely offend that unfathomable god-level race.

It was also because of this incident that Qingluan secured his position as the young leader of the Sky-Tunking Qingmink Clan!

But at this time, Qin Yichen was in deep danger, but Qing Zhengyun had such an attitude, which made Qingluan somewhat unhappy.

"All races are in turmoil, and our ancestor's time is running out. Although there are treasures given by the younger generation to extend our ancestor's longevity, at this time, our clan must not suffer any more."

"If you get involved in this storm, it will most likely bring a catastrophe to our clan, do you understand?"

As if he could see what Qing Luan was thinking, Qing Zhengyun sighed softly and said.

Hearing this, Qingluan also fell silent.

Although the Sky Swallowing Green Marten clan is a top race, there are already some signs of failure in the clan.

Once caught in that turmoil, Patriarch Qingxuan cannot sit idly by and ignore it. Once he takes action, a careless move will make his deadline come early. This is definitely not a good thing for the Sky-Devouring Green Mink Clan!

"Clan leader, I don't think this can be the case."

After pondering for a while, Qingluan suddenly shook his head and said bravely.

"Um?"

Hearing this, Qing Zhengyun frowned, and a look of displeasure appeared in his eyes. As his mood changed, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Clan leader, I am not acting out of personal friendship and loyalty."

Under this momentum, Qingluan's head lowered slightly, but he did not silence his voice.

"Aren't you acting out of loyalty? Do you know how many races are taking action against him now?"

Qing Zhengyun shook his head and said, although his voice was not loud, but he had a sense of calmness and authority: "If our clan intervenes in this matter, one careless move will plunge our clan into a situation of eternal disaster.

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"Clan leader, opportunities and dangers coexist!"

At this time, Qingluan suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Qingzhengyun, and said suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Qing Zhengyun's body trembled, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

"Brother Qin is from a god-level race, and I think the clan leader also knows about the turmoil he has caused in the battle field of all races. Hundreds of saint-level strong men have been teased between their palms by him. I don't think they can attack him."

Kill Brother Qin!"

"Clan leader still remembers the Skylark clan. Now is the time for us to express our stance!"

Listening to Qingluan's words, Qing Zhengyun's expression became solemn. He who always acted vigorously and resolutely had a hesitant flicker in his eyes.

The Skylark clan was originally just an inconspicuous race in the battle field of all races.

However, tens of thousands of years ago, they inadvertently helped a person from the Nine Heavens Fire Sea Phoenix Clan who came out to experience.

After the Phoenix Clan member returned, the Skylark Clan's status in the Ten Thousand Clan Continent also skyrocketed. No powerful person was born in the clan, but it has been firmly among the top races for tens of thousands of years.

time!

Over tens of thousands of years, even among the top races, several races have been eliminated or even disappeared. However, the Skylarks sit firmly in that column and have never wavered.

All this is because of that huge monster behind them!

As long as the Phoenix Clan in the Nine Heavens Sea of ​​Fire does not decline, no race in the Ten Thousand Races Continent will dare to attack the Skylark Clan!

This is the deterrent power of a god-level race!

"Clan leader, god-level races rarely appear in the world, but every time they appear, they are geniuses who will take charge of their race. In my opinion, Brother Qin is very likely to be this kind!"

Looking at Qing Zhengyun who had fallen silent, Qingluan struck the railroad while it was still hot.

Hearing this, Qing Zhengyun's face was slightly moved. Even he felt inferior to Qin Yichen's style and demeanor!

Perhaps, only geniuses from a god-level race who hold high positions can be so unrestrained and fearless!

"This matter must be decided by our ancestors."

After quite a while, Qingyun Zhengfang finally sighed and said leisurely.

"Then... I will go to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Clans first and wait for the good news from the clan leader?"

Seeing Qing Zhengyun's appearance, Qingluan asked tentatively.

"Huh, you have to remember your current identity and don't act recklessly!"

Qing Zhengyun snorted lightly, but did not stop him. He was obviously moved by what Qing Luan said.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your support. I think Patriarch Qingxuan will not refuse this opportunity!"

Seeing this, Qingluan raised his hands and bowed, then headed straight out of the hall.

"Sigh... I'm really old and timid."

After Qingluan's figure disappeared, Qing Zhengyun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed softly.

If he had encountered this kind of thing when he was young, he would have been enthusiastic and jumped into it. However, after shouldering the responsibility for the rise and fall of a race, he can no longer be so willful.

He wouldn't dare to participate in such a huge gamble!

…

The battlefield of all races was in chaos, and strong men were constantly escaping from it as if they were fleeing for safety.

However, at this time, there are still many curious people who want to go in and have a look.

Among a certain first-class race, there is a teleportation array leading to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races. At this time, there is a long queue in front of this teleportation array. They are all people who want to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races!

In front of the teleportation array, the four saint-level strong men expressionlessly collected fees from those who wanted to enter the teleportation array.

"A group of noble ants really don't know what to say!"

"Are they qualified to witness that kind of scene?"

"Never mind them, let's just make a lot of money."

Looking at the revered masters in front of them who were full of excitement and wanted to enter the teleportation array, the four saint-level masters sneered in their hearts.

In their view, these people simply went to die.

After all, they knew what the chaos was like in the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield. Not to mention the noble level, even the saint level powerhouse, if they saw Qin Yichen, they would definitely run away as far as they could.

But these high-level guys want to see the scene. What is the difference between this and going to die?

"Beauty!"
Chapter completed!