Yuan Chong nodded.

Yuan Huairen is known as the Iron Fist King, and a pair of iron fists hit Longcheng. Apart from the Dragon Mansion Monk Qi Alliance, he has never met an opponent.

Thirteen Eagles are the thirteen apprentices he trained.

Everyone now has their own territory and their own subordinates.

He is naturally very confident.

He is also very ambitious and wants to divide the Dragon City with Longfu and Shangqi Alliance.

The court belongs to the God of War, but the world should belong to them.

"Dad, the ancient tribe of Northern Qi has been in contact with us recently. If you want to get along well with us, they seem to have a very bad relationship with Xiao Chen.

How should I reply?”

Yuan Chong asked.

"Tell them that our Yuan family is willing to be the strongest backstage of their Northern Qi Ancient Clan!"

Yuan Huairen said.

Although the ancient clan of Northern Qi was closely related to the Tianxiahui, the Tianxiahui was in the northern border and was too far away from Longcheng, so far away water could not relieve near thirst.
Chapter completed!