Chapter 174 On the Eve of the Final Battle

"Who are you?" Jin Potian said proudly, "Although there are thirty-six people, after ten days of Jin's hard training, he can definitely defeat the 300 flying tiger warriors of the Gaoyang tribe!"

"Oh, let me introduce it." Gan Tang said, "This is the dragon king of the dragon tribe, and this is the elder. It was he who saved us from the siege of Xiong Bizi. She also pointed to Jin Po Tian and said, "Your Majesty, the elder, this is the first master of the guardian of the gold of Sanmiao Kingdom, Jin Po Tian."

Qi Longjun and the elders changed in unison. Although they fought with the Gaoyang tribe at this time, they did not fight against the Yanhuang Alliance. Unexpectedly, it was the golden guardian of Sanmiao Kingdom who saved their tribe. Now it won't happen, and the whole Yanhuang League will not let go of itself.

At this time, Shaoqiu and Rong Hushi, Rong Ye, Dong Jing and others also came over. Dong Jing said, "Dad, one hundred and ten of our soldiers were killed and 13 were seriously injured, leaving only more than 100 soldiers."

Qi Longjun's face was gloomy: "How many flying tiger warriors have died?"

"196 people were killed in the battle, and the rest fled on flying tigers. We can't keep them." Dong Jing lowered his head.

Qi Longjun stared at the dead and injured city head in a daze. The night was completely shrouded, and the night wind roared, blowing the holes in the mountains, whining. The huge fire on the dragon platform was extinguished.

"Sently send people to patrol the sentry, and beware of Xiong Bizi's sneak attack at night." Qilongjun said, "I am very grateful to help me guard the city. I have a little light wine in the Dragon Temple. Let's have a good drink. I don't know if we can see the sun tomorrow. Haha."

"Ah--" Jin Potian sighed, "Finally I can sleep!" Then he pointed to the outside of the city and scolded fiercely, "You bastards, I drink wine, sleep in a warm bed, and let you drink the northwest wind all night!"

"Who are you scolding?" Shaoqiu was surprised.

"Meng Ben's gang of birds..." Jin Potian yawned.

On this night, Jin Potian really slept comfortably. Xiong Bizi did not come to attack. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the sun shone on the wilderness that had just rained, steaming a faint smoke. Meng Zhuze's lake water slapped on the embankment, and the surging sound surged in his ears.

Shaoqiu held his knees and sat on the head of the city all night. The sunshine in the early morning made him play the bamboo flute that was often played on Kongsang Island, but there was no bamboo here. Behind him was the crocodile warrior who was waiting, and in front of him was a ferocious flying tiger warrior. He sat between the two armies, silently thinking about the melody of playing the flute on Kongsang Island, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Sheng Zheng Zheng Zheng..." Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of the piano in the flying tiger array. Shaoqiu looked up. On a green tree under the city, he sat on the top of the treetops in white like snow, with the divine wooden piano on his knees and playing leisurely.

The eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, bones and blood, and a posthumous voice is full of hope for the hometown.

Shaoqiu suddenly burst into tears. If it was still on Kongsang Island, how good it would be. He went to sea to fish every day, looking at the sunrise and sunset, and the tide was rising and falling. How could there be so many personnel stumblings...

Jin Potian, Rong Hushi and others were attracted by the sound of the piano. Jin Potian woke up early in the morning and was full of energy. He stood at the head of the city and laughed: "Gaoyang Bakai, such a big name! Cang Shu, how dare you fight with Jin!"

Cang Shu lowered his eyebrows and said, and his hands were getting worse and worse.

"Golden Breaking the Sky!" Xiong Bizi stood in front of the battle on a flying tiger. As soon as he saw the golden sky, he was angry. He was attacked twice yesterday. It was really shameful. "You three remnants, if you dare to be wild, I don't believe that you have three heads and six arms that can resist my seven hundred flying tiger warriors!"

"Thirty-hundred?" Rong Hushi laughed, "Isn't it a thousand? Did you mutilated 300 people so soon?"

Xiong Bizi was so angry that he was stuffy in his chest. He turned his head and shouted at Rong Hushi, "Jong Hushi, you rebelled against Yanhuang. I'd like to see how Xun Jizi explains!"

Rong Hushi snorted, touched the pain in his heart, and ignored him.

"Mr. Long, have you thought about it?" Xiong Bizi shouted, "If you don't hand over the blood of gold, in today's war, your dragon tribe will perish from now on! Think about it with your head. You only have more than a hundred people. How can you resist my seven hundred soldiers? What's more, Xiong Tu'e, the first warrior of the Gaoyang tribe, led the war elephant army stationed on the west coast of Meng Zhuze. It will arrive in half a day. You little dragon city, you can be trampled on me several times!"

Everyone was silent.

"Dad!" Dong Jing said with emotion, "Even if my tribe destroys the clan, I should protect the bloodline of gold and correct the name of my Chiyi tribe!"

"Sneer." Jin Potian sneered and said, "Little girl, do you rely on more than a hundred soldiers to resist 700 flying tiger warriors and a thousand war elephants? Not to mention masters such as Gaoyang Bakai and Xiong Tu'e. I'm afraid that the tribe is destroyed, and it can't protect the safety of Shaoqiu.

Dong Jing smiled sadly: "In the wilderness, the law of the jungle. If you don't want to die vigorously, you have to give in to others, but we have lived humbly for more than 400 years. Today, the golden blood comes to us, which is the hope of our family's rejuvenation," she stared at Shaoqiu with bright eyes and said word by word, "We will not live up to the pity of the golden god."

"Miss Dong." Shaoqiu said annoyance, "You're wrong. I'm not the blood of Jin, I'm Shaoqiu. I'm leaving here tomorrow!"

"What did you say?" Dong Jing was furious.