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Ye Feng used Star Manipulation to fly, and his speed was many times faster than his's second level. He was able to fly for more than two hundred meters per second, with a speed of nearly six to seven hundred kilometers per hour, which was almost as fast as an ordinary passenger plane's speed on Earth.

Of course, with this speed, Ye Feng could only maintain his speed for five minutes, it was still impossible for him to chase up to the plane ?

In less than a minute, Ye Feng landed outside of the Sal Tribe with Ai Shiyuan. Right now, even the Soul Cultivator that was led by Yang Shuning could not catch up to him. Based on the cultivation levels of the members of Soul Cultivation Legion, their speed of flight was only half of Ye Feng's.

Of course, if their cultivation were to rise again, chasing after the plane would be easier than chasing Ye Feng, because they did not have a body, so flying would not consume too much soul power.

The two of them landed at the entrance of the tribe. From afar, they could see that someone had indeed barged into the tribe.

"Since it's your command, I'll send someone to deal with the corpse of the fire dragon first ?"

Ai Shiyuan explained as he followed Ye Feng.

"Yes."

Ye Feng nodded, and knew that Ai Shiyuan had already placed his request at the top of his priority list after seeing the Golden Giant Legs, so much so that even the tribe had not bothered with it for the time being.

Ye Feng scanned across the tribe with his spirit sense and immediately knew that all of the tribe's residents were hiding in their huts, closing their doors tightly and not coming out. There were still a few people hiding in the large basement of the tribe, under the protection of many strong tribe warriors.

As for those who had barged into the Sal Tribe, there were actually a few cultivators, all of whom had around thirty to fifty years of cultivation, which made Ye Feng frown.

The Gabonese Tribe's strength was comparable to the Sal Tribe's, so it was definitely impossible for him to send so many cultivators. Therefore, these cultivators must have come from other tribes to rob them.

"Prince, looks like the Golden Giant Legs that just appeared scared them stiff and didn't dare to come out."

Beside those cultivators, a young man from a tribe with a cultivation level only ten years old said in a flattering manner.

This man was actually one of Ai Shiyuan's three young disciples offering sacrifices to him!

His target of flattery were three cultivators wearing luxurious furs. They all had thirty to fifty years of cultivation, which was enough to sweep across Sal Tribe. Of course, if they only knew Curse Spell, they would be nothing but dregs to the current Ye Feng. Ye Feng had taken out his sword, easily killing the three of them.

One of them was a youth with thick tiger skin and fierce beast fangs strung on his fingers. He appeared to be extremely noble and arrogant, and he was called 'Prince'.

"It doesn't matter. Although that Legacy of the Ancient Gods is shocking, that isn't something that we can consider."

The prince blandly said, "The most important thing for us to do is to develop ourselves and strengthen the tribe. Therefore, the information you provided is very useful. That ice cube beauty, from now on, belongs to our Long Teng Tribe. "

"Prince, it's just a pity."

That flattering young man had a look of pity on his face: "Our tribe's High Priest is actually a great beauty, but very few people know that. I heard her father say that before he died, he was drunk ?"

"Don't mention it again."

The Prince arrogantly waved his hand, "Your High Priest has already been killed by the Legacy of the Ancient Gods. Our Long Teng Tribe does not need a dead person.

These words were conveyed to Ye Feng through his divine sense.

Ye Feng found it funny. It seemed that these guys thought that the Golden Giant Legs had trampled Ai Shiyuan to death too.

"Damn."

Ai Shiyuan stared unwaveringly at the flattering young man in the tribe square, his tone filled with hatred. "I didn't think that Mahlke would betray the tribe, and collude with the Prince of Long Teng Tribe!"

Soon after, she introduced the situation of the Long Teng Tribe. This was a large tribe with more than 1500 people, there were even 50 years of cultivation as sacrifices, their strength was far beyond what the Sal Tribe could compare with.

Ye Feng received Ai Shiyuan's divine sense, and understood the situation clearly. Although these were all the normal living conditions and the laws of the Ancient Forest, since he stood with Ai Shiyuan, he naturally had to help her and teach her a lesson.

It was so much so that the other party had set their sights on Su Feiying, how could Ye Feng let them go?

"Mahlke must have gone out to help the Long Teng Prince just now. He actually didn't know that I had come back."

Ai Shiyuan gently held onto Ye Feng's arm: "Brother Ye, you have to be careful, Long Teng Tribe is very strong ?."

"Don't worry."

Ye Feng nodded and walked into the tribe with large steps.

The ordinary warriors that the Long Teng Prince had brought with him were all recruited from the Gabonese Tribe, and were searching for something there. Their goal was obviously Su Feiying's Ice Star Tomb, but it was a pity that when Ai Shiyuan came back earlier, they had to carry him along with them to the basement, and after a while, the other party was still unable to find him.

Ye Feng walked in together with Ai Shiyuan, and was immediately discovered by the warriors of Gabonese Tribe. However, because Ai Shiyuan did not maintain his concealment of the Curse Spell, no one recognized her.

These Gabonese Tribe Warriors had frequently interacted with Ai Shiyuan's tribe in the past, but now that the High Priest had died, they were all taken in by the Long Teng Prince. If they resist, they would definitely die. After losing the protection of the High Priest, their tribe would disappear.

"Who is it!"

The group of people shouted one after another, startling Long Teng Prince and the flattering Young Master Mahlke.

"Yo Xi."

Long Teng Prince turned around, revealing a face full of stubble. Upon seeing Ai Shiyuan's appearance and body, his eyes immediately lit up, as if he was looking at a prey.

"What are you guys doing?"

He did not recognize Ai Shiyuan, but he did recognize him. He did not know where Ye Feng had brought this peerless beauty over from.

"You dog, I'm your master."

Ai Shiyuan replied coldly, immediately revealing an expression of astonishment on Marc's flattering face.

His master?

Isn't his master High Priest? Could it be that she ?

High Priest did not die?

"That's perfect, haha."

Mahlke turned around and smiled, "Long Teng Prince is here. Master, why don't you hurry up and greet him? "Fortunately, the Prince has his eyes on you. From then on, you will be the woman of the Prince, and you will be able to enjoy it to your heart's content!"

With that, he turned his head and said to Long Teng Prince, whose face was filled with beard: "Prince, I didn't think that High Priest was still alive, it's really great news."

"Yes, yes."

Long Teng Prince looked at Ai Shiyuan from afar, the more he looked, the more satisfied he was, and even made "tsk tsk tsk" sounds. Looking at his face, chest, bottom, and waist, tsk tsk ?

"And the brat beside her, he's the one who made our Sal Tribe have ten more men offering sacrifice for our physique!"

He pointed at Ye Feng.

Compared to the two beautiful women, Ye Feng was much more important to him. To be able to turn an ordinary warrior into a sacrifice, how heaven defying was that ability?

"Very well, you have done a great deed. From today onwards, Long Teng Tribe will have your position!"

The Long Teng Prince praised him greatly.

However, their laughter ended there.

Because, Ye Feng had made his move!