Chapter 890: Words of Wisdom

Seeing this situation, all the barbarian masters dared not speak, and could only stand there in anger, glaring at Qin Tian and his servant who were playing the victim, their eyes almost spitting fire.

It is not difficult to imagine that if eyes could kill, Qin Tian and Ao Ling'er would have been stabbed countless times at this moment, or at least cut into pieces.

However, the master and servant were calm about such scenes, and it was obvious that they had long been accustomed to it.

Murong Xuanying's face was a little stiff, and her eyes were even more uncertain.

After all, as a saint of the Immortal Sect, she was powerful and ruthless, but she was not shameless enough to do so, so she did not participate in the corruption.

As for the white-haired old woman, she was so angry that she was trembling all over, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth. She couldn't help but say with an ugly face:

"You are one of the top masters in Canglan Realm, but you are so unreasonable. It's a bit unworthy of a master...!"

However, before she finished speaking, the Qinglian Sword Immortal on the bow snorted coldly and laughed in a defiant tone:

"Hehe! Reasonable? In this world, the strong are respected. Whoever has the bigger fist is right! What I said today is the golden saying. If anyone disagrees, just step forward and try it?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into silence. Obviously, the barbarians also reacted.

After all, with the terrifying strength of the Qinglian Sword Immortal, he could just pat his butt and leave.

The reason why he had to waste more words was just because he didn't want to bear the stigma of bullying the weak, and he was also worried that his identity was too sensitive and he would accidentally provoke a war between the two tribes.

But if they continued to fight, it was hard to guarantee that the Green Lotus Sword Immortal would not be murderous, and it would be easy to kill all the barbarian masters present.

Because of this, all the barbarian masters present kept silent at the same time, even the white-haired old woman from the Dark Moon Tribe did not dare to say a word.

Seeing this scene, the Green Lotus Sword Immortal nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his sleeves calmly to send out a green light, covering Qin Tian and the other two not far away, and rolled onto the seemingly broken boat.

Accompanied by the whistling wind, the boat slowly rose into the air and sailed leisurely towards the distance.

And its flying speed was not fast, but all the barbarian masters did not dare to take a step beyond, and could only watch the fishing boat disappear into the sky!

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At the same time, inside the broken flying boat.

Looking at the white-haired old man who looked the same as he did decades ago, Qin Tian hurriedly bowed and said respectfully:

"Junior Qin Tian, thank you for saving my life!"

Seeing this, Murong Xuanying on the side also hurriedly stepped forward to greet:

"Hello, Senior Duan!"

Even the naughty Ao Ling'er, at this moment, put her hands together honestly and said in a seemingly obedient manner:

"Hello, Grandpa!"

Seeing this, the white-haired old fisherman could not help but nod slightly, without any of the arrogance he had before, but with a strange look on his face, seemingly boasting He smiled and praised:

"Hehe! Not bad, not bad, this little evil dragon is white and fat, it seems that he has committed many murders in these years!"

"After a hundred years of separation, the little girl Murong who was still stealing spiritual fruits in the fairy palace has grown into a big girl in a blink of an eye! Oh! Time flies so fast!"

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As soon as these words came out, Ao Linger couldn't help but dodge her eyes, and quickly stretched out her chubby little hands, quietly covering her round belly, looking nervous.

As for Murong Xuanying on the side, she was even more embarrassed, and her face was full of shame and anger. Obviously, she never expected that the old embarrassing things would be turned up again!

However, the white-haired old man did not stop, and turned his head to look at Qin Tian who was standing calmly.

This time, the time he stayed in his eyes was obviously slightly longer.

And in this seemingly ordinary look, Qin Tian only felt a chill on his back, and a vague feeling of being seen through.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly.

After just two breaths, a gleam of brilliance flashed through the depths of the white-haired old man's eyes, and then he said seemingly irrelevantly:

"Not bad, you have comprehended the realm of gun power in such a short time. It seems that you have succeeded! It is really a cause for celebration!"

Hearing this, Qin Tian's face changed slightly, and he was secretly shocked in his heart. Obviously, he had heard the deep meaning.

But his eyes flickered, and his expression quickly returned to normal, and then he spoke in a humble tone:

"Senior, you are too kind, my artistic conception is really not worthy of being in the hall of elegance!"

However, upon hearing this, the white-haired old man smiled and continued meaningfully:

"Let's not talk about your artistic conception, but you have fought your way out of the siege and are still alive and kicking, which shows that you are quite strong!"

While speaking, the white-haired old man did not forget to turn his head and glance at Murong Xuanying, who was pale and weak.

It must be said that compared with the latter's seriously injured state, Qin Tian's perfect and energetic appearance was really a bit out of place.

For a moment, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and his face showed a little paleness at the right time, but he didn't explain any more.

Murong Xuanying, who was on the side, suddenly asked out of curiosity:

"I dare to ask Senior Duan, why did he suddenly appear in this border land?"

After hearing this, the white-haired old man couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness, and couldn't help but sighing on the spot:

"Alas! It's not because of you old guy from the Immortal Sect. You don't want to provoke a war between the two clans, but you also want to protect this precious saint like you. In the end, I have no choice but to come forward and fight with Xini!"

"Anyway, I have an enemy in Duan Man Canglan, and I was born to be a hard worker! This way I can repay the old guy's favor!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Tian couldn't help but have a glimmer of light in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had vaguely guessed some clues.

But this kind of game between the top powers involves too many secrets, and even affects the future situation of the entire Jiuzhou Continent, so naturally he will not talk too much and get involved easily. Instead, he stands quietly aside with a look on his face. Look at the nose and mind.

As for Murong Xuanying, she rarely showed a smile and quickly praised her lightly:

"Why did Senior Duan say this? There are no gods in the world today, and only the great reputation of the Qinglian Sword Immortal can intimidate the major tribes in the wilderness. Such a chivalrous act has really greatly increased the prestige of the Kyushu human race, and in the hearts of the younger generation Very impressed!"

There is no doubt that this compliment was very helpful to the white-haired old man, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed a lot.

"Haha! Little girl Murong can still talk!"

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