1456 Longbow, What a Huge Pig (4)
Hearing Hu Qiang say that they had gone to the Han Mountain clan the day before, Lu Changlin personally came to inquire.
It was strange that Lu Changshan did not attack the day before.
However, he heard from Hu Qiang that the experts of the Han Mountain Clan gathered for a hunt yesterday. It is estimated that Lu Changshan intended to wait until the young leader of the Han Mountain Division was alone before taking action?
He was cautious, but he was too timid.
No guts.
A junior who had only cultivated for less than a hundred years and a group of Golden Crows with fewer than five hundred members, and no masters—direct assault should be enough.
“Patriarch Changlin, this is the invitation to the inheritance ceremony of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan’s Patriarch. Young Patriarch Han Muye asked me to send it over.” Before Hu Qiang left, he left behind the beast skin with the Golden Crow seal that Han Muye had given him.
Watching Hu Qiang lead the white-tailed foxes away, Lu Changlin narrowed his eyes.
Since Lu Changshan was still hesitating and waiting, it might be an opportunity for him to personally kill the young leader of the Han Mountain Clan, obtain the Golden Crow bloodline, and refine it.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and led dozens of experts straight to the Han Mountain Clan.
He ran quickly and arrived outside Han Mountain in less than two hours.
“Buzz!”
A rumbling sound came from the void.
Lu Changlin was stunned. He looked up and his expression changed.
A black 100-foot-long flood dragon flew away and circled in the air, turning into an old man in a black robe.
“Lu Changlin?”
The old man’s gaze landed on Lu Changlin and the people behind him. He said loudly, “Did you also hear that the young patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan has come out of seclusion and came to visit?”
Lu Changlin’s face twitched as he forced a smile. He nodded and cupped his hands. “So it’s Patriarch Feng Zhen.”
“I’m also on my way to the Han Mountain Clan.”
The Patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, Feng Zhen, was a seventh level Essence Spirit Realm expert. He had awakened the bloodline of the Black Flood Dragon Clan and his cultivation , and his cultivation strength was the first within thousands of miles.
Lu Changlin did not dare to slight Feng Zhen at all.
“Haha, let’s go together.” Feng Zhen laughed, reached out, grabbed Lu Changlin’s arm, and strode forward.
“We’re old friends with the Han Mountain Clan. When Young Patriarch Han Muye was here, he even led his people to see me.
“I heard that this kid has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. This is impressive. I have to curry favor with him no matter what.
“By the way, Old Lu, what gift did you bring?”
Lu Changlin looked embarrassed, making a few perfunctory remarks while giving a signal to the experts of the Black Panther clan behind him.
With lowered heads, they followed behind.
They didn’t bring gifts, but they did bring weapons.
Originally, they were prepared to have a showdown…
After a short walk, the people from the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan, led by the elder Han Chaohu, had already come forward.
Seeing the Black Panthers, Han Chaohu’s expression darkened.
This made Lu Changlin and the others tremble.
Could it be that Han Muye had already been killed by Lu Changshan?
If this matter was brought up in front of Feng Zhen, it might cause an immediate conflict.
Along the way, Feng Zhen had mentioned the young patriarch of the Han Mountain clan. It was obvious that he was here to build a close relationship.
Rolling his eyes, Lu Changlin took a step forward and cupped his hands. “Brother Chaohu, Elder Gu Ji of the Black Panther Clan was disrespectful to the Young Patriarch. I’ve already grounded him. Today, I specially came to apologize to the Young Patriarch.”
He would probe first to confirm the safety of the young patriarch.
Disrespectful?
Apologize?
Feng Zhen frowned and turned to look at Lu Changlin.
Han Chaohu snorted and cupped his hands. Then he looked at Feng Zhen. “Patriarch Feng is here. My young patriarch has gone hunting. He will return soon.”
Speaking, he gestured for Feng Zhen to wait at the residence first.
Feng Zhen nodded and followed.
Lu Changlin and the Black Panther clansmens behind him braced themselves and followed under the vigilant gazes of the Golden Crow Han Mountain people.
After waiting in the hall for a moment, he heard a long howl.
A surging and fiery aura surged.
Feng Zhen’s eyes lit up as he looked at Han Chaohu. “Your young patriarch’s essence spirit cultivation is so profound. He’s probably at the sixth level, and it seems he has awakened quite a bit of bloodline power.”
Lu Changlin’s expression became slightly serious.
This young patriarch did not seem to be easy to deal with.
A smile appeared on Han Chaohu’s face. He looked at the figure walking over from the door and said, “Patriarch Feng, this isn’t the young patriarch. It’s Elder Yunhe of our Han Mountain Clan who has recovered and broken through.”
At the door, Han Yunhe, who was walking over, felt his blood surge. The green Golden Crow phantom behind him trembled, and a faint golden light circulated.
“Han Yunhe greets Patriarch Feng.”
His gaze landed on Lu Changlin. The Golden Crow behind Han Yunhe flashed, and his fighting spirit surged. “Greetings, Patriarch Lu Changlin.”
A trace of the Golden Crow bloodline had awakened, and his cultivation level was at the sixth level of the Essence Spirit Realm.
Han Yunhe felt his strength constantly surging. He was completely capable of fighting Lu Changlin.
Feng Zhen was all smiles.
Lu Changlin narrowed his eyes.
“I’m back—”
In the distance, there were cheers.
“What a big pig—”
