Outside the City of Creation, night.!

King Feng Lin was on the deck of his huge ark, holding a wine glass in his hand, and the wine was mellow. Now Feng Lin felt only the bitter taste, swallowed, and frowned heavily.

Although Feng Lin's super-large ark is elegantly arranged and looks very tasteful, the Feng Lin tribes around him are very inelegant.

Noisy sounds came from the darkness, the sound of eating food. Oh my God, I know what they are eating. Many remote tribes of the Three-Eyed Tribe have quite cruel and weird living habits.

When he was with these guys, Feng Lin had to endure their bad habits. In order to take care of the unity of the entire Three-eyed Clan, he could not speak out and could only endure it.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the crystal cup in Feng Lin's hand was crushed with a bang, and the wine splashed on Feng Lin's sleeve.

The old servant, who had no name, hurried forward, replaced the wine glass in Feng Lin's hand, replaced it with a new one, and wiped the wine stains on his cuffs.

After gritting his teeth, King Feng Lin said in a deep voice: "No matter what, I must win tomorrow! No matter what method I use, I must win in any case!"

The old servant without a name nodded slightly. Everyone knew that Yan Yun would be dispatched by the Heavenly King and the Human Clan. The Starry Night King was the unparalleled star master of the sky. The warrior of the Three-Eyed Clan was not sure to defeat Yan Yun.

According to Feng Lin's original expectations, the battles of the God of War and the God King must be won, but Zuo Laibin, who was like this, broke the dream of Feng Lin.

Zuo Laibin is actually a very unfortunate warrior. After countless years, he just cannot advance to the God King.

A while ago, Su Dong got some treasures from the Garden of Life and distributed them to the elixir god Tianzang. Tianzang used these genius treasures to help Zuo Laibin carefully prepare a set of pills, hoping that he could ask for a curse that could not advance.

But after Zuo Laibin took it, he had no effect at all, and his cultivation still remained at the peak of the God of War.

Now it seems that this has become a good thing. If the God of War Zuo Laibin succeeds in advancing to the God King's God-level battle, the human race may lose a lot.

King Feng Lin said with a cold face and muttered to himself, "Didn't you say that the strongest war god in the human race is Su Dong? Now Su Dong is not in Creation City, so we have a 100% chance to win it! But now, another guy named Zuo Laibin came out of thin air, which interfered with my plan. It's really hateful!"

The nameless butler lowered his voice and said, "Wang, our intelligence system has not been deeply involved in the human clan for too long. Recently, Su Dong, the most popular war god in the sky, has undoubtedly killed the powerful war god in the human clan with his advanced cultivation level.

"As for Zuo Laibin, he was hiding too deeply. Perhaps Su Dong's light was too dazzling, covering Zuo Laibin. In short, the intelligence system did not judge Zuo Laibin, which was my mistake."

It was late at night and the conversation between this nameless butler and Feng Linwang was different at this moment.

The servility in the daytime disappeared, like two friends who rely on each other, even this no-name butler straightened his back when he admits his mistakes. During the day, he is more like a dog beside Feng Lin, always hunched over.

The entire Three-Eyed Demon Clan's intelligence system was actually controlled by this old butler who didn't even have a name to pour water for Feng Lin? This is a very surprising thing.

Feng Lin raised his head and looked at his old housekeeper in the light of the artificial moon in Creation City. He had an old face, and the folds were like knives, but the turbid eyes in the sun were as bright as the artificial moon at this moment.

It seems that this nameless butler is completely different in the daytime and in the night.

"Who will be the one who will fight in the human race tomorrow?" King Feng Lin turned around and looked at the huge city under the dark night, asking the city that made him extremely disgusted.

The old butler whispered: "Yanguo."

"What's the origin?" King Feng Lin asked again.

"Before Su Dong was born in the sky, Yan Guo was the most potential young warrior in the entire Xingye Yan family. The speed of promotion was so fast that he even surpassed Yan Xiaojun. He was the grandson of Yan Yun's king of Xingye Yan. Among their generation, only two people learned Yan Yun's true star art, one was Su Dong and the other was Yan Guo."

"What's more interesting is that Su Dong doesn't quite know what he learned means. He prefers to use his own martial arts, jumping swords, and formations during combat, but Yan Guo understands the value of star art quite well. To be precise, Yan Guo is also a star art master and it is difficult to deal with." The old butler reported carefully.

King Feng Lin nodded slightly and frowned and said, "It's Su Dong again. When the war god level is preparing, you mentioned him to me. Now the battle at the God King level is about to begin, and you mentioned him again."

The old housekeeper smiled bitterly and said, "I have to mention that Su Dong suddenly jumped out of a stone. He had amazing talent, huge spiritual power, hidden stars, jumping swords, formations, shadow beasts, divine weapons, and Yan Yun's grandson. Fortunately, he was not here. If he was there, Ailifa would be a hundred times more tragic than today's death."

King Feng Lin smiled and said, "If he wants to be here, I will not propose to decide the outcome of the three battles. According to you, Su Dong has no habit of relying on astrology yet. If one day he becomes a star art master, will he become even more invincible?"

The old butler nodded and said, "It must be so, so I always insist that the human race cannot survive except Yan Yun, the second one cannot! The one who survived was Su Dong, but he didn't know where he went and could not find any trace."

Feng Lin waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "Compared with Yan Yun? You must be crazy. Since he is not here, we just ignore it directly. Let's say how you arranged it tomorrow. Can you help me get this face back?"

The old butler said lightly: "Although Zuo Laibin won today, it is quite difficult to win. Tomorrow, we just need to kill Yanguo in a crushing way, and the face you want will naturally come back. Moreover, among the young people of the human race, Su Dong and Yanguo are the most favored. Killing him in a flash can greatly stimulate the nerves of the entire human race."

"Instant kill?" Feng Linwang shook his head and smiled, "You are a bit too big. I know Hua Tian is very powerful, but he is not as good as killing Yan Guo in seconds."

The old butler curled his lips and looked at the dark black city of Creation under the moonlight with deep eyes, saying with a deep meaning: "Wang, if nothing unexpected happens, Huatian will kill Yanguo in seconds tomorrow, which will be a foregone conclusion."

Feng Lin looked at the Creation City, and looked at his old servant without a name. Suddenly he seemed to understand something.

The old butler without a name said lightly: "Win the second battle, it will be a draw. We will find someone to play in the third battle. Before he competes with Yan Yun, he will die in tears and blood. We can frame Yan Yun for cheating. At that time, the Three-Eyed Tribe tribe will be excited to win the Creation City in one go, which is naturally no problem."

After hearing this, Feng Lin almost couldn't help but applaud. It was such a trap. Fraudulently accusing the Starry Night King Yan Yun of using poison was indeed an excellent strategy to inspire the morale of the army. But in fact, does Yan Yun need to secretly poison the enemy? This is simply a joke!

In this way, Feng Lin's wish was achieved. Feng Lin not only wanted victory, but also wanted Yan Yun to bear a huge infamy! Deprive him of his glory! Deprive the glory of the entire human race!

Don’t the warriors of the human race care about glory the most? Feng Lin insists on taking away their most precious things!

"All have been arranged?" King Feng Lin asked curiously.

The old butler without a name nodded slightly, "The human clan has alchemists, and that is a group of excellent doctors, but they may have forgotten that our three-eyed clan has witchcraft. If Yanguo uses spiritual power tomorrow, it will be doomed."

King Feng Lin admired himself as his old housekeeper so much that all the three-eyed tribes admired Feng Lin's wisdom. Only Feng Lin himself knew that the so-called wise man was not himself, but the old housekeeper who had no name beside him.

"You are so poisonous." Feng Lin looked at his old housekeeper and said sincerely.

Another morning.

Today, the atmosphere in Creation City has become much more relaxed, because the human race won in the battle of the God of War! Zuo Laibin, the God of War, lived up to expectations and beheaded the undefeated God of War Ailifa of the Three-Eyed Demon Clan!

Take a step back and say that even if Yan Guo cannot win Huatiandu today, the human race still has Yan Yun, who is the unparalleled star master under the sky! In this battle, the human race seems to have stood in an invincible place!

Not only are the soldiers in good spirits, but even Yan Yun and other powerful Heavenly Kings seem to be a few years younger. Although everyone understands that the crisis has not yet been touched, if the Three-Eyed Demon Clan does not keep their word and continues to siege the Creation City, there will still be a fierce battle.

But the soldiers all understand one truth, that is, glory!

Even if there is a fierce battle in the end, the warriors of the human race can still whistle to the sky, because this is their battle of glory!

It was still the same as yesterday. For some reason, after a night, King Feng Lin actually regained his demeanor, lying on the deck, drinking tea and tasting snacks, but it seemed that he was not affected by yesterday's battle.

Even the good human warrior spitted towards Ailif's head on the city wall, Feng Lin was still unmoved. He swept across the people on the city wall with contemptuous eyes, and his eyes finally fell on Yan Yun, full of viciousness.

Yan Yun didn't know the poisonous plan behind Feng Lin. He called Yan Guo to his side and asked with a smile: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yan Guo focused her head, but a touch of sadness that was not easy to detect quietly climbed up to his brows.

It was obvious that there was no wind last night, but Yan Guo was in her sleep with cold hands and feet. Dreaming that she was being pressed by an iceberg was in extreme pain. Will a soldier of his level feel cold?

Yan Guo didn't understand why this was, but she just felt a bad premonition in her heart.

Everyone was counting on themselves today. Yan Guo was unwilling to tell what happened last night, so she firmly stated that she had no problems.

Bang~

Yan Yun slapped Yan Guo's big hand and said seriously: "We must fight for victory, but never force it. The reason why I feel at ease to let you fight is because I know that you will not fight fiercely like your brothers, not knowing how to advance or retreat."

Yan Guo was slightly stunned and didn't say anything.

On the giant ark opposite, King Feng Lin seemed to hear the conversation between the two grandparents and grandchildren. After a sneer, Feng Lin relaxed and looked towards the sky.
Chapter completed!