Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1472 Interception, Ceremony! (4)

Chapter 1472 Interception, Ceremony! (4)

The Golden Crow Clan of Muyang Mountain was a large clan. It was said to have 100,000 clansmen, led by the formidable Patriarch Mu Changkong.

However, Muyang Mountain was situated at a distance, and their interactions with this place were usually minimal.

Mu Ji swept his gaze around and looked at the various stone houses on the mountainside, shaking his head lightly.

The population of the Han Mountain Clan was indeed too small. What kind of bloodline power awakening could such a clan have?

The Patriarch even asked him to come personally. What a waste of time.

Han Yuncheng took a step forward and whispered to Han Yunhe.

"A human hunter?" Han Yunhe was stunned.

Mu Ji, who was standing at the side, also frowned and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Han Yuncheng hesitated for a moment and told him about Han Muye inviting Feng Zhen and the others to intercept the human hunter.

Interception of a human hunter?

How dare they intercept with just a few people?

Why not wait for those people to arrive and then gather the strong members of various clans to surround and kill them together?

"Nonsense!" Mu Ji glared and shouted.

There was a sudden silence.

"Do you really think you're so powerful?" Mu Ji snorted and turned to fly away.

Han Yunhe also looked nervous.

What was going on?

Why did the experts of Muyang Mountain leave?

The surrounding guests looked confused.

"Something must have happened." The old man from the Green Deer Clan sneered.

Lu Changlin looked at the black panther elder in front of him.

The old man shook his head.

If not for the arrival of the experts from Muyang Mountain, they could have attacked.

Now, it was better to wait, wait for chaos in the Han Mountain Clan, and then decide.

"Someone else is coming!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Sure enough, in the distant sky, there was a whistling gust of wind.

Several phantoms flew over.

At the front were three green-black flood dragon shadows.

Behind them, there were black wolves and green-blue snake shadows.

Behind him were two Golden Crow phantoms.

"It's the Black Flood Dragon Patriarch, Feng Zhen!"

"Brother Zhao Qu and Brother Zhao Zhi of the Black Wolf Clan!"

Some recognized them and shouted.

Feng Zhen was the strongest for thousands of miles around, even unbeatable in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles.

The others were also well-known experts.

Mu Ji's gaze landed on Feng Zhen, and the phantom of a Golden Crow appeared behind him.

The power of the seventh-level spirit, drawing the divine light of the Golden Crow, s.h.i.+mmering and floating like a red cloud.

This is the aura of a seventh-level expert!

Many people around him lowered their heads quietly.

Lu Changlin clenched his fists.

"So it's Elder Mu Ji. It's been a long time." Feng Zhen flew down and said loudly.

Mu Ji's face carried a hint of vigilance, nodded, looked at the falling figures, and then glanced at Han Chaohu and Han Ding.

"Where's your young patriarch?"

"That's right. Where's the young patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan?"

At this moment, everyone realized that the heir to the patriarch position in the Han Mountain Clan had not appeared all this time.

"Elder Mu Ji, my young patriarch has some business and will be back in a moment." Han Chaohu laughed and bowed to the surroundings, "Please wait, our young chief will be back soon."

After speaking, he adjusted his clothes, bowed, and left.

The others dispersed.

There was the smell of blood!

Those with sharp eyes had already seen blood drops on everyone.

What was going on?

Mu Ji frowned and snorted. Under Han Yunhe's lead, he walked to the square on the mountainside and sat down.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion around.

Everyone was speculating about where the young chief of Han Mountain Clan had gone.

At this moment, Han Muye was in the mountain forest dozens of miles away.

Han Jin and Black Tiger accompanied him.

Originally, they returned together, but because Han Jin's cultivation was insufficient, his flying speed was relatively slow, so he rode on the Black Tiger and moved forward.

Halfway through, Black Tiger asked Han Jin to relay a message to Han Muye, saying that it wanted to give him a gift.

This guy had seen that Feng Zhen and the others were giving gifts, so it wanted to give one too.

However, this gift required Han Muye to personally come and take it.

"Is it just ahead?" Han Muye looked at the cliff in front of him.

The cliff walls were steep, with a babbling stream below.

The black tiger whimpered softly and ran forward quickly.

"Chirp—"

A bird's cry sounded, and above the cliff, a golden giant bird spread its wings and descended.

Han Muye squinted his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared on his body.

"Roc bloodline?

"Golden-winged bird?

"Does that mean this guy is giving me the Golden-Winged Falling Snow Gra.s.s?

"This is a treasure to increase the power of my bloodline."

Ahead, the black tiger turned and ran.

The giant bird with spread wings had already landed.

Han Muye laughed heartily and took a step forward.