C19

Sword South Continent, Great Yan Empire.

A manor that covered an area of a thousand li surrounded the entire Sword South Lake. This was the number one family in the entire South Sword Continent, the Ancestral Garden of the Nan Family.

The only island in the lake was filled with rubble. A tall elder with snow-white hair and a stooped back was standing in the rubble. Looking at the broken and familiar scene, he sighed deeply and looked up at the starry sky.

"Big Brother, I know you blame me …" The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "When the Chong Yuan couple met their accident, I was in closed door training and had no way of knowing about it. But when I came out, you were on a killing spree, so I had to stop you. I was forced, Big Brother! People cannot be revived. After all, we are the Nan Family, and everything is important to us! The Nan Family has been around for thousands of years, so how could it be destroyed by your generation and mine? "

The old man's eyes were like lightning as they slowly swept across the vast and boundless starry sky above him, "The appearance of the fierce star is absolutely true. However, like big brother, I also do not believe that I should be able to see it in your grandson's body. Why didn't you believe that when I swore to you that the child would be my own grandson and that I would keep him safe for the rest of his life? Why would you rather have him, a baby who hasn't even been a month old, use such a last resort, even at the cost of your own life? Just so that the child wouldn't die in the Nan Family? Or are you expressing your final dissatisfaction to me? "

"Big brother, you're wrong!" "All my life, I have only trained and lived for the clan. I have never cared about the conflict within the clan, I said that I would definitely ensure that the child grew up safely, that you and that child both did not have to die …" The remaining words lingered in the air as the old man slowly closed his eyes.

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From nearly a hundred zhang away, with fierce winds howling like thunder, Lang Yan, who had just arrived at this place, didn't hear the conversation between the two.

He did not want to be a busybody, but the reason why he did not take a detour was because these were the first two groups of people he had met since entering the Savage Land. He only had a vague idea of where Wolf Mountain Tribe his Abba had described in his mind, and he hoped to find out the exact location of these people after the battle ended.

Fortunately, the battle didn't last long. In his opinion, there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. It was almost two against three, and one of them could only stall for time.

In just a few rounds, he had gained the upper hand, but his face was growing increasingly grim. Apart from him, the other clansmen of the Wolf Mountain Tribe had to face two or three enemies, and several clansmen had already lost their lives in the short few rounds of fighting. Moreover, even though Quan Qing had been at a disadvantage, there were still two clansmen with canines behind him, watching the battle from several zhang away.

He knew that if he used his full strength, Evergreen would not be a match for him, and these two bodyguards were obviously the same old dog that had been assigned to his son for his entire life. They would definitely make their move then.

Although the people of the Wolf Mountain Tribe had done their best, they still couldn't stop the clansmen of the Kobold Clan from pouring in through the gap in which the Hunchbacked Horse had fallen. After a while, the defensive perimeter had been broken down completely, and the Wolf Mountain Clan's people were divided into small groups, each fighting their own battle.

With a loud roar, Lang Dazhi held his stick with one hand and pressed it against the coiling dragon staff with the other. With the other hand, he slapped the huge brown bear on his waist, and with a flash of light, he leapt towards the green bear. Seeing this, five people from Wolf Mountain Tribe also released their own spirit beasts, and the five Blue Wolves began to cooperate with each other and fight with the enemies around them.

He slapped his own waist and smirked disdainfully, "I've been waiting for you, you're just a mid-level fourth-ranked piece of trash, why don't you fill the gaps in my spirit beast's teeth?"

A seven feet long black two-headed dog was standing right in front of him, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately rushed out and attacked the giant bear. The clansmen of the Tusk Clan also released their spirit beasts, and the vicious two-headed dogs that had been at a disadvantage for the last ten or so people of the Wolf Mountain Tribe were unable to handle it.

Lang Dazhi's voice seemed to pop out from a crack between his teeth, and he said: "Level 5 Two-Headed Dog!" Waiting to collect the carcass of your useless bear! "

The moment Quan Qing let out the two-headed dog, the little guy on Lang Yan's shoulder immediately waved his little fist while baring his teeth; Lang Yan reached out to pat its little head and said, "I hate double-headed dogs too, but this is not our fight!" The little guy helplessly lowered its little head, turning its head to look at the two dogs from afar.

The pillar in the middle of the three people was the target of special attention for the canine clan. The oldest of the three people, the big stick and right arm were cut, and he was wounded as he held the scimitar in his left hand, still fighting on the edge of death; Er Huan and the bungee were both encircled by two against one, with their fists barely able to contend with the four hands.

Behind the three of them, the pillar's small face had turned red. The fingers holding the scimitar had turned pale because of the excessive force. Listening to the surrounding clansmen groaning in pain, the stiff Ji Hao felt his whole body was burning up, but he had no way to vent it.

Suddenly, the pillar turned dark. A skinny Canine clan member took advantage of the fact that his companion was tied to a large stick to circle around the pillar. He reached out his hand and grabbed the short figure with a strange laugh.

The curved blade swung at the arm, and with a slight lift of the short spear in the Kobold's other hand, the pillar that had yet to reach one yuan flew back again and again, along with the curved blade in his hand. The skinny man rushed forward and grabbed at the neck of the pillar with one hand.

The three people on the side roared again and again. However, they were entangled tightly by the attacks of the enemy in front of them. They had no way of saving the pillar.

The skinny man felt a slight pain in his arm, as if he was numbed by numbness. He couldn't help but be shocked and fall backwards on his arms, and upon realizing that he was safe, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So that's the nature of the three-legged cat that Lang Shoushan passed down, I'm really curious about how he managed to shake the Wilderness? "Hahahaha!"

On the treetops near the edge of the jungle, Lang Yan, who was originally waiting for the fight to end, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes sparkled like lightning as he pointed at the battlefield.

He saw and heard it; he saw a small, unremarkable figure in the crowd, and he made a fist that almost made him cry out loud, one of the first punches and kicks that Abba had taught him to practice when he was a child, when he had been urged to practice martial arts by Abba in the Wasteland.

He heard the thin man in the canine section shouting out a name, a paragraph of content, a name that shook his mind, a paragraph that made him angry to the point of burning the sky.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the image of the majestic and mountain-like figure that would always hide in front of him appeared in his mind. His Abba was called Wolf Shoushan!