What flew in front of us was naturally not the real black clouds, but a large army gathered by monks.

There are as many as thirty or forty people in this group. The lowest cultivation level is the level of the Dan-Cultivation Stage, and the highest cultivation level has reached the level of the early stage of the Immortal Transformation Stage.

The group flew over quickly and looked at the corpses in front of Ye Haochuan, and their faces suddenly became cold.

"Where did the gangster come from? How dare I kill my Chris family?" A late-stage monk bullied himself, pointed at Ye Haochuan's nose and cursed.

As early as the moment these people appeared, Ye Haochuan deliberately concealed his cultivation. At this time, he was not angry when he heard the cultivator's scolding, and said with a smile: "What? Are you angry? Come and hit me!"

"You..." The monk had never been so provoked, and he was immediately furious, "You are looking for death!"

The monk said word by word, and the broad sword in his hand could no longer bear it and slashed it out.

"Don't be impulsive..." The monk in the early stage of immortal transformation in the team seemed to have discovered something wrong and wanted to stop him.

Unfortunately, he spoke a little slower after all.

Ye Haochuan's body shook, and the late-stage Nascent Soul monk had already lacked an arm.

"Come again!" Ye Haochuan arrogantly hooked his finger at the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator again.

The late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had already distorted his face in pain, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Ye Haochuan.

But then, this fear turned into anger again. He begged the monk in the early stage of immortal transformation with a sad face and said, "Captain of the Three Clans, this guy dares to attack our Chris family. You must avenge us!"

The three tribe leader's face was also a little ugly. Ye Haochuan took his hands in front of him, so how could he keep his face away?

"Boy, I don't know where you learned this skill secretly, but don't forget that this is the world of white people. No matter how many skills you learn, you can only be a slave!"

The leader of the three tribes snorted coldly, and his aura was released at this moment.

When Ye Haochuan heard this, the smile on his face suddenly frozen.

He had no intention of killing these white-skinned guys at first, but now the murderous intent in his eyes has spread.

It would be nothing if he was just scolding him. These guys actually defamed the yellow people so worthless, which reminded him of China in history.

The China, which was invaded by the Eight-Nation Alliance and dared to bully even the small countries of Japan, is undoubtedly the eternal pain in the hearts of all Chinese people.

Anyone who dares to insult the Chinese in this way deserves to die!

Clam ~

Fang Tian's painting halberd had appeared in Ye Haochuan's hands at some point. The painting halberd seemed to feel Ye Haochuan's anger, and the halberd was roaring with lightning on it.<>

Seeing Ye Haochuan's power, the three tribe leader suddenly felt a trembling heart.

The illusion must be an illusion. It is impossible for the yellow skin to cultivate to the level of immortal transformation. It must be a bluff!

The three clan leader kept defending himself, and finally raised some courage to fight, shouted loudly, rushed up with his sword.

Seeing that the sword of the three clan leader was about to slash Ye Haochuan, Ye Haochuan seemed to have moved after realizing it.

It was this seemingly subtle movement that allowed Fang Tian Huaji to accurately pick out the sword of the three clan leader and stab the three clan leader in the face with a halberd.

The three tribes were shocked and finally said a few quick words. A red bead suddenly spurted out from him and blocked the tip of the halberd.

Ding ~

The red beads turned into scum the moment they touched Fang Tian Huaji.

But it was really the moment when the red beads blocked, the three clan leaders quickly pulled away and almost avoided the deadly halberd.

However, the red bead was obviously connected to his bloodline. At the moment the red bead was damaged, his face instantly turned into an unhealthy white, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Where did you come from? How could you be so powerful?" The three clan leader finally suppressed the shock in his heart and asked incredible.

"It doesn't matter where I come from. What I want to know now is why do you regard yellow people as slaves?" Ye Haochuan said coldly.

The sound of this sentence was not loud, but it was like a drumstick, hitting everyone's heart. When monks below the Nascent Soul stage heard this sentence, they were shocked and their five internal organs were displaced.

"This..." The leader of the tribe paused slightly, gritted his teeth and snorted, "Since I was born, yellow-skinned men were our slaves. How could there be any reason?"

After saying that, he waved to the person behind him and said, "Go together, I don't believe that he has three heads and six arms that can hit so many of us!"

When the people around him heard this, they seemed to have confidence and used their own weapons to siege Ye Haochuan.

As the third elder said, since they were born, the yellow race was their slaves, and now they were slapped in the face by the slaves, which made them feel angry.

Among this team of people, there are also knights and mages. At the beginning of the battle, the knights began to collide with them. The mage quickly retreated and prepared to condense spell attacks.

This is not the first time Ye Haochuan has encountered such an attack method, so there is nothing strange about it.

Just as these people were clamoring and siege, Ye Haochuan's murderous intentions broke out completely.

Fang Tian's painting halberd flew up and down, and each blow could reap a life.

These knights, known for their defense, seem to have no resistance in front of Ye Haochuan.

Their strong shields are not the enemy of Fang Tian Huaji, which are concave and broken, and are terrible.

The mages took the opportunity to launch an attack, but in Ye Haochuan's elegant movement, these magical attacks could not hurt him at all.

The martial arts of the late stage of the pseudo-immortal, Jifeng Immortal, are there some ants who have not even arrived in the Immortal Transformation Stage, who can appreciate it?

For a time, the white people's positions were full of sorrow and suffered heavy losses. Ye Haochuan rushed left and attacked again, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

The three clan leaders had never fought against such a powerful person. They trembled in their hearts and ran away.

"I still want to run?" Ye Haochuan chuckled and grabbed his right hand in the direction of the third tribe's chief's escape.

"Thousands of threads!"

In an instant, countless silk threads suddenly appeared in the space where the three clan leaders were located, wrapping the three elders' limbs and waist and abdomen.

The thread spread out from the space and seemed to be rooted in the space. The space here is more like an embroidered cloth, and the third elder is like a grasshopper embroidered on the embroidered cloth.

"The effect of this technique is really good!"

Ye Haochuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This thousand threads of martial arts were obtained with the Qifeng Immortal Book. It was his first time to apply it, so he was inevitably a little excited.

"Great hero, spare me, I beg you..." The three clan chief completely lost his previous arrogance and begged.

(End of this chapter)

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