The World’s Strongest Legion System

"No, I can't stay here anymore, or go back to Drew City first?"

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the young Bermuda husband. He just had the idea of ​​going back to Drew City, but quickly dismissed it.

Don't leave if nothing happens, and leave when something happens. Isn't this a guilty conscience, and there is no silver three hundred taels here?

Then, there is only one way left, run away and go to Langya!

Anyway, the family has already picked it up, and according to the latest news, the wife and the child have been taken to Mocheng, and they are safe.

Baimu's young husband was a bandit, so he knew the true meaning of life-saving. Although he only found signs of danger, he didn't want to be exposed immediately, so he decided to run away immediately.

But after thinking about it again, he ran back empty-handed like this, as if he couldn't explain to Li Wenhao.

You can't say that you are afraid of death and run away when you hear a little wind, right?

In fact, he also wanted to make up an excuse, but for some reason, there seemed to be a mysterious force in his heart that forbade him to do so.

"Damn it, when did I become so loyal to Langya, I don't even want to tell a lie!"

The Bermuda youth had no choice but to walk around the army formation by himself, sneaking towards the oasis camp, planning to take advantage of Yanguang Zuomu and others being at the front line, to bring a head to the camp as a greeting gift.

"It's all here, can't you turn around again?"

Twenty minutes later, the Bermuda youth returned to the oasis camp and came to a remote corner of the Yan army's garrison.

Looking at a small courtyard in front of him, he bit the bullet and walked in.

"Bermudians!"

A sixth-rank general of the Yan clan who was guarding in the dark strode out, facing the good friend of the second master Yan Guangzu, he was quite polite.

"Oh, it's the fifth general, Guangzu asked me to deliver something!" Baimu Qingfu greeted with a smile.

"Okay, you go in. If you want me to say that you can't be too polite to this kind of bastard who doesn't know what's good or bad, you're shameless and dare to yell at the boss, what is it?"

The sixth-rank general of the Yan Clan waved his hands to his subordinates behind him with a look of disdain, and got out of the way.

"No matter what, it's the blood of the boss, the boss is cherishing talent!" The young husband of Baimu stopped, chatted for a few words, then waved his hands, and walked into the yard with a shake.

The expression is not eager at all, and there is even a bit of reluctance on the face.

Pushing open the door, an unpleasant smell came.

Taking a closer look, there is no iron cage or shackles as imagined, only the smell of alcohol, and a young Yan tribe with disheveled hair and stains all over his body.

Yanxue Qingguang, a thirty-two-year-old seventh-level powerhouse, is one of the youngest seventh-level powerhouses of this generation of Yan Clan.

He is deeply loved and cultivated by Yanguang Zuomu on weekdays, otherwise he would not have cultivated so fast.

But who would have thought that this guy turned out to be the illegitimate grandson of Yanguang Zuomu.

As for the father of the illegitimate son, that is, the illegitimate son of Yanxue, the patriarch of the Yanxue family, and other descendants of blood, they were all suppressed in the underground blood bank and became blood cattle.

After the exposure of the underground blood bank, Yanxue Qingguang was furious, armed with a weapon, rushed into Yanguang Zuomu's big tent, wanting to avenge his own father and many brothers and sisters.

In the end, he was captured alive by Yan Guangzu and the masters of the Yan clan. Seeing that he was going to kill him to avoid future troubles, Yan Guang Zuomu stopped him and was forced to tell the truth.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and almost thought they had heard it wrong. Who would have thought that such a big melon existed?

At the same time, the turmoil about Yanguang Zuomu practicing kung fu with the blood of his tribe has also been alleviated.

After all, what people use is their own cubs, which are self-produced and sold, and they have not harmed the children of other Yan tribes, so that everyone will not be in danger.

As for reputation, Yanguang Zuomu never seemed to have such a thing, and he never cared about it.

It's just a pity that the blood is so blue, the benefactor has become an enemy, and he is still a grandfather. The guy is just drinking to relieve his worries, and he has not gone crazy, so he is already good.

"Qing Guang, my lord asked me to bring you a bottle of wine!"

The Bermuda youth sighed slightly, took out a jug of wine from his arms, and put it on the table.

The jug is not big, one palm high, and is carved from purple black jade, with the flame pattern of the Yanguang family on it.

"Bring me wine!" The bloody and green body moved, and slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face under his long messy hair.

A pair of dull eyes slowly looked at the jug on the table.

With long and narrow eyes and a high bridge of nose, I have to say that he is a pretty handsome guy, and he doesn't have the stench of the direct descendants of the Yanguang family.

"Sure enough, you are still here, Yanguang old thief, you are so poisonous!"

Yanxue Qingguang laughed, with tears streaming down his face. He had seen such a jug before. This was the wine used by the Yanguang family to execute their own children. As long as the spiritual power was sealed, one sip would kill him.

This is the situation for him now, his spiritual power is sealed, and he has no power to resist.

The only advantage of this wine is that it doesn't hurt at all, it can be regarded as a preferential treatment for the disciples of the Yanguang family.

It is said that the taste is not bad. Of course, this is what an unlucky guy said before he died, so I don't know if it is true or not.

After laughing loudly, Yanxue Qingguang stretched out his right hand and grabbed the jug, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, he looked up and was about to drink it.

"Wait a moment!"

The young husband of Baimu stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and grabbed the flagon in Yanxue Qingguang's hand.

"I must be crazy today!"

The young husband of Bermuda cursed in a low voice, his eyes were fixed on the other's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "If I give you a way out, the price is that you will be chased and killed by the Yanguang family for life, and even be regarded as a traitor by the entire Yan family. Would you like to go?"

After finishing speaking, the young husband of Baimu felt a little regretful in his heart. He originally planned to use the head of Yanguang Zuomu's only seventh-order grandson as a gift.

How did it become a lifesaver?

No matter what Yanxue Qingguang said, the blood of the Yanguang family is also flowing on his body, can he be trusted?

Could it be that he saw his former self from the bloody and blue light?

"You, you want to let me go, why?" Yan Xueqing opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the man in front of him in surprise.

Although this guy is not from the Yan Clan, but he has a very good relationship with Yan Guangzu, why did he help himself, is it a trap?

"Maybe I'm stupid!"

The Bermuda youth shook his head bitterly, let go of his grip on the flagon, and said with a trace of memory in his eyes: "Actually, I am an illegitimate child just like you.

Speaking of which, your luck is better, Yanguang Zuomu also provides you with food, drink, and cultivation.

I was different, my mother was killed, and I fled into the mountains alone to become a bandit.

Relying on robbery, relying on gangsters to eat gangsters, relying on doing black work for those big shots, and relying on various shady means to collect resources, this is what it is today. "

"And then, did you find the family that abandoned you?" Yanxue Qingguang was obviously attracted by Baimu's young husband's words, put down the jug, and asked eagerly.

That nervous expression seemed to be looking for the answer he wanted.