He has been keeping an eye on the smell from the northwest.
The leader Martial Saint is in the seventh stage, and the fluctuations of the following people are uneven, ranging from Martial Saint Third Stage to the fifth stage.
Coming for him.
Lin Feng didn't panic and counted Flying Daggers.
Then the movement trajectories of those breaths changed.
The speed is decreasing.
It stopped in an area about four kilometers away from him.
Lin Feng pushed forward with his mental power close to the ground, scanning the status of those people.
The leader was squatting behind a rock, holding a communicator in his hand and talking to someone.
Qi and blood fluctuate violently, heartbeat speeds up, and breathing becomes shallow.
This is what news was received.
Four kilometers away.
Zhao Tianhong's hand holding the communicator couldn't help but tremble.
News came from the clan's intelligence network.
The deputy beside him came over and spoke in a low voice.
"Master, I just checked the details of this Lin Feng."
"Say."
"National Grand Competition champion. Capital Bai Family destroyed the family. East Sea Military Region deputy commander Song Zhenkun, Martial Saint Fifth Stage, beheaded in public."
Zhao Tianhong's breathing stopped for a beat.
The deputy continues.
"Duan Hongyuan took him to the capital, Bai Yong activated Blood Sea Pagoda Array, and three thousand people sacrificed blood, Half-Step Martial Emperor. also died."
Zhao Tianhong's legs bent a bit.
He held onto the shoulder of the guard next to him to prevent him from falling.
Kill Bai Family.
Bai Yong.
Half-Step Martial Emperor.
He Zhao Tianhong is only Martial Saint seventh level.
"Master..." The deputy looked at his face and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Are we still chasing him?"
Zhao Tianhong stood there, silent for a long time.
The wind blew from the wilderness, making his clothes tremble.
"Disarm me."
The deputy was stunned.
"Remove them all. Take off your knives, hidden weapons, and armor."
Zhao Tianhong's hands are already unsheathing the sword on his belt.
"Change out of that battle suit and into plain clothes."
The eight guards looked at each other, but no one said a word.
Zhao Tianhong turned around and scanned them.
"Contact the clan and send over the key to the vault. Also, go to the warehouse to make an apology."
He gritted his back teeth.
"Heavy, the heavier, the better."
The deputy opened his mouth, but finally said nothing and turned around to do it.
Immediately, Zhao Tianhong changed into gray and white plain clothes.
His waist was empty, not a single weapon.
The guards were all disarmed.
Zhao Tianhong looked at the sky and took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
They turned around and headed towards the location of Lin Feng.
The speed is very slow, and the energy and blood are restrained to the minimum.
Lin Feng is sitting on the back of Earth Dragon, with one leg hanging down.
With his mental power, he could clearly see the movements of Zhao Tianhong and his group.
He took off his weapons, changed his clothes, and collected his energy and blood.
I don't understand people's inexplicable behavior.
He didn't move, just sat and waited.
Earth Dragon lay on the gravel ground, sweeping his tail lazily twice.
Fierce Vulture folded its wings and squatted on Earth Dragon's back to doze off.
Five minutes later.
Everyone came into view.
Zhao Tianhong is at the front.
He is in his fifties, tall and thin, with gray hair on his temples.
Her plain clothes were fluttering in the wind, and she was holding a wooden box in her hand.
He stopped fifty meters away.
The guards were scattered behind him, their expressions not very good.
Earth Dragon's beast was suppressed, and two Martial Saint Third Stage's legs were trembling.
Zhao Tianhong took three steps forward.
Then the knees bent.
Boom.
His knees hit the gravel ground with a deep sound.
"Zhao Family Zhao Tianhong, make amends to Second Lieutenant Lin."
The expressions of the guards behind him changed.
Zhao Family owner.
Martial Saint Qida, the first of the three major aristocratic families in the northwest, is a time-honored brand that has been operating for many years.
Kneel down.
Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back.
He walked to Zhao Tianhong and stopped.
Didn't speak.
Looking down at him.
Zhao Tianhong's forehead began to sweat, and the collar of his plain clothes was soaked with sweat.
The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.
Zhao Tianhong's knees hurt from kneeling on the gravel. He stretched his back twice and then went soft again.
"You sent someone to steal my things."
Zhao Tianhong's body trembled slightly.
"It's Zhao who is not strict in discipline, I don't know if it's Second Lieutenant Lin..."
"You didn't know it was me, so you could steal it?"
Zhao Tianhong's words were truncated.
"Change it to an ordinary Martial Artist, and replace it with a team that just came out of the Secret Realm, and you Zhao Family can grab it with peace of mind?"
Zhao Tianhong opened his mouth.
Nothing can be said.
Because the answer is right.
Zhao Family has been working in the northwest for sixty years, and this is how he started his business.
Whenever someone comes out of the Secret Realm with something in the wasteland, Zhao Family's people can always cut it off halfway.
They have been playing this routine for decades, and Martial Artist died under this routine at least nearly ten thousand people.
Today it was my turn to be eliminated, and I realized I was afraid.
Lin Feng squatted down and looked level with Zhao Tianhong.
"Eastern Isle person, does he have anything to do with you?"
Zhao Tianhong's head shook like a rattle.
"No! Zhao Family has no contact with Eastern Isle!"
His voice was trembling.
"We just... just saw someone entering the depths of the wasteland and wanted to intercept it. It has nothing to do with the Eastern Isle people!"
Lin Feng put it on with his mental strength and scanned it again.
The fluctuations of Qi and blood are stable, and there are no signs of disorder that are unique to lying.
Pupils were normal, and although breathing was rapid, the rhythm was not disordered.
Didn't lie.
It's a pure local snake behavior. When you see a fat sheep passing by, you will habitually pounce on it and bite it.
It has nothing to do with Eastern Isle.
Lin Feng Stand up.
"Zhao Family has been operating in the northwest for 60 years, so his family fortune is quite good."
Zhao Tianhong's heart sank a little.
"I brought the apology list..." He handed the wooden box forward.
"Not enough."
Lin Feng didn't even look at it, but two words stood out.
Zhao Tianhong's hand stopped in mid-air.
Zhao Tianhong gritted his teeth and placed the wooden box on the ground.
"Second Lieutenant Lin offer."
"Zhao Family 30% industry. Ore Vein, shops, Herb Field, let me pick."
Zhao Tianhong's face twitched.
Thirty percent.
Zhao Family's accumulation, large and small industries add up to tens of billions.
The three achievements are tens of billions.
The deputy behind him took half a step forward and just moved his lips.
Zhao Tianhong raised his hand to stop him.
The prerequisite for bargaining is that both parties are evenly matched.
The man in front of me destroyed Bai Family and killed Half-Step Martial Emperor.
I have a Martial Saint 7-dan, what qualifications do I have to make a counter-offer?
"Okay."
The words were squeezed out from between the teeth.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Within three days, the property list will be sent to the Beast Taming Alliance General Headquarters." Lin Feng put his hands behind his back, "If it's overdue, I'll come and pick it up in person."
Zhao Tianhong nodded.
The movement is small.
Lin Feng turned around and walked back, turning over Earth Dragon.
Earth Dragon exerted force with its four claws, and the body bounced out.
A cloud of dust rolled up across the wasteland.
Zhao Tianhong knelt on the spot and did not stand up.
After half a minute, the deputy walked to him cautiously and reached out to help him.
Zhao Tianhong slapped his hand away.
"Go back."
The deputy spoke in a low voice, "Master, 30% of the property..."
"Give."
"But..."
"You want to go and negotiate with him?" Zhao Tianhong looked back at him.
The deputy shut up.
Zhao Tianhong raised his left hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Notify everyone in the clan. From today on, Zhao Family's interception team in the wasteland will be withdrawn."
"All?"
"All."
Zhao Tianhong turned around and took two steps toward the southeast, then stopped.
"If you meet Northern Territory in the future, walk around."