Kowloon City.
Outside the Nine Dragons Palace, the nearest palace has been renamed Chaofeng Palace, which is the residence of Feng Tianyang, the leader of the Chaofeng clan.
On this day, the chiefs of the three tribes, Yazi, Qiuniu and Suanni, arrived in person with a large number of people.
Feng Tianyang had no choice but to come out and receive them in person.
As soon as everyone sat down in the hall, the atmosphere became solemn.
In the past few days, Feng Tianyang has been actively using his ruling power to gain benefits for the Chaofeng tribe, and naturally Cheng Yun's share was not left out.
But the Yazi tribe made all kinds of excuses, delaying and refusing.
The Chaofeng tribe also made many attempts, but with little success.
The Yazi tribe clearly doesn't want to give up their fat.
Feng Tianyang also realized that it might not be so easy to break the deadlock.
On this day, the three clan leaders came together in a threatening manner.
This made Feng Tianyang frown, and he had a bad feeling that something was wrong.
"How come the three clan leaders have time to come to visit together?"
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Ya Wuxin nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll get straight to the point."
"We have already divided up the resources under Kowloon City. Now send a message and have that kid come out and hand over the secret of how he cultivated the Ancestral Dragon bloodline."
"We might be able to leave him with an intact body."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Tianyang slammed the table and stood up: "What do you think of the Kowloon Agreement?"
Qiu Jinlin smiled and said, "I've made it so clear."
"What are you still pretending for?"
"Among the dragon clan, the descendants of the Nine Sons are the strongest, and among the descendants of the Nine Sons, our three clans are the strongest."
"Times have changed and the Kowloon Agreement is no longer necessary."
"From now on, there will only be the Three Dragons Agreement."
Yan Que said indifferently, "Chief Feng, the Nine Sons Patriarch has been away from worldly affairs for many years now, and there is no trace of him. The Nine Dragons Agreement exists in name only."
"If you, the Mocking Wind Clan, knew what's best for you."
"How did you get here? How can you leave?"
Feng Tianyang frowned and was about to speak, but unexpectedly Ya Wuxin said fearlessly: "Don't think of doing anything stupid."
"My clan has been operating Kowloon City for a thousand years, and the formation here has long been reinforced and renovated by us."
"Even if you have the Nine Dragon Order, it can only prevent us from using the formation."
"The Mocking Wind Tribe is only a tribe of medium strength. They don't really think that they can really take off by clinging to that boy's thigh."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
Kowloon City.
Many people noticed that a strange light suddenly flashed in the Kowloon City formation, and the barrier changed from the previous light green to light blue.
Feng Tianyang's spreading immortal consciousness was shocked when he noticed this.
His face also turned extremely pale.
He slumped in the chair, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
He had sensed something was wrong long ago, and secretly activated the clan leader's order to seek help from Ancestor Chaofeng.
Sadly, there was no response at all.
Except for the ancestor Suanni who died in battle, the other eight ancestors have been wandering outside for tens of thousands of years and have not returned.
I don’t know whether he is dead or alive.
This is also the reason why Ya Wuxin and others dared to tear up the Kowloon Agreement.
Feng Tianyang said dejectedly: "The Chaofeng tribe is weak and cannot handle this overwhelming wealth. We can withdraw from Kowloon City."
"But we remain neutral and will not help you deal with Cheng Yun."
"My daughter Liuli is in the Nine Dragon Palace. I will call her out and take her away."
Ya Wuxin glanced at the other two people, and seeing that they had no objection, he nodded and said, "Okay."
"You must summon us in person!"
Naturally, they didn't care about the Chaofeng Clan. They were just worried that a sudden war would break out here, alerting the enemy and causing Cheng Yun to sense the danger and run away.
That's amazing talent.
If he really ran away, there would definitely be endless trouble.
In comparison, the Chaofeng tribe is insignificant.
This way.
Cheng Yun had just returned to the training room in the main hall of the Nine Dragons Palace with the help of the silver halo.
I received a message from Liuli to remind me.
Liuli: "There's danger! Even the Mocking Wind Tribe is powerless to handle it."
Cheng Yun hurried out to meet the other party.
Liuli said, "It's like this. I once made an agreement with my father that if he sent me a message mentioning the fire dragon pepper, which I hate the most, it would mean there would be danger."
"Furthermore, he asked me to leave Kowloon City with him and return to the Chaofeng Tribe immediately. This means that the Chaofeng Tribe cannot resolve this danger."
Cheng Yun nodded: "You and your father go out of the city."
"I can probably guess what it is."
Excessive power never goes smoothly.
In particular, Cheng Yun is an outsider, and the Chaofeng tribe is not strong enough.
The Yazi tribe has been operating here for thousands of years, so how could they easily withdraw?
Liuli was also helpless and felt guilty: "If you don't plan to leave, I will stay and fight alongside you."
Cheng Yun smiled and said, "Not really."
"If there's any trouble that can make the Mocking Wind Tribe retreat, I'll naturally run away!"
"I'll leave once you're out of the city. Trust my methods."
Liuli nodded and turned to leave.
When the Chaofeng tribe and Liuli left the main street of Kowloon dejectedly, they saw people from the three tribes of Yazi and Zi quickly surrounding the Kowloon Palace.
Many people guessed what it was.
"From now on, there will be no more Kowloon Agreement!"
"The descendants of the Nine Sons have finally fallen into civil strife."
…
When Ya Wuxin, Qiu Jinlin, Yan Que and others entered the Kowloon Hall with a large number of masters, Cheng Yun stood in the center of the hall.
"Are you waiting for us?"
Yan Que looked at him curiously, with a puzzled look in his eyes, and asked.
Cheng Yun nodded: "How many Golden Immortals are here?"
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