The division of labor between Han Ting and other Spirit Transformation Realm monks of his tribe is also very clear. He is responsible for contacting the Red-eyed Flame-horned Beast Clan.
But during this period of time, he did not want to adjust any troop strength, so on weekdays he would just come to the big tent to sit for a while, and then return to cave abode in the rear.
Han Ting quickly returned to his cave abode all the way behind. He hummed a tune and brewed another cup of spiritual tea. He planned to adjust his mentality before entering into practice.
Although he looks down on other Phoenix Four Clans, he has always been very serious about his own cultivation.
Han Ting knew that only if he continued to become stronger, his status in the clan would continue to improve day by day.
Han Ting sat in the chair and reached out to take out the freshly brewed spiritual tea on one side. He looked at the green spiritual leaves swirling in the cup and smelled the aroma of the rising green smoke.
Although the tea has not been drunk yet, bursts of refreshing fragrance have penetrated into the heart and lungs from the tip of the nose, which made Han Ting gently shake the tea cup in his hand and at the same time take a deep breath of the aroma.
His consciousness suddenly felt peaceful, and all the troubles that had existed before seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.
"War is a kind of training. Who said there is no leisure in the bloody world? It depends on how you adjust your mind..."
Han Ting couldn't help but think proudly, and planned to take a few sips of tea before going to the back to practice quietly.
And at this moment, his hand that was about to gently lift the teacup suddenly stopped in the air, and then looked at his cave abode door.
Just when he looked over, a deep and deep voice came from outside.
"Fellow Daoist Han, are you there?"
Han Ting Divine Sense had clearly seen the person outside cave abode. He immediately placed the tea cup in his hand on the stone table on one side, and then quickly raised his hand and waved forward.
Immediately, the gate of cave abode rose with a rumbling sound, and the formation there also surged, revealing a trail.
Han Ting had already stood up. Although he did not step forward to meet him, he still spoke loudly on the spot.
"Oh? It turns out to be Fellow Daoist You, please come in!"
As his voice came out, a burly figure appeared at the door, as if a wall emerged from the fog, almost completely blocking the sunlight shining behind it.
The person who came was exuding astonishing energy and blood power, with a pair of thick red flaming horns on his head. At first glance, he was a cultivator of the red-eyed flaming-horned beast clan.
The surname You is a common surname among the Red-eyed Flame-horned Beast Clan. In this period of time, Han Ting has met many monks of the Red-eyed Flame-horned Beast Clan with the surname You.
Although the Red-Eyed Flame-horned Beast Clan handed over several defense points to the Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan for defense, it was impossible for the opponent to evacuate all of them at once.
The person in front of him, Han Ting, was more familiar. The other person's responsibilities were similar to his own, and he was responsible for coordinating the cooperation of the Phoenix race army here.
The name of the person who came here is Youcha, and his main responsibility here is very important. If Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan has a big battle plan, then he will be responsible for coordinating the communication process with the clan.
Therefore, Youcha has been the closest person to Han Ting for some time. However, because Han Ting did not want to temporarily change the battle plan, he just wanted to use the monks of the four races to consume each other's number of Black Devil Race monks.
Youcha also seems to understand Han Ting's thoughts, and the number of meetings with Han Ting has decreased recently.
Now that Yucha suddenly came to him, Han Ting guessed whether the Red-Eyed Flame Horned Beast Clan had some new battle plan. This required adjustments to his own forces, so he naturally did not dare to neglect it.
The world of cultivating immortals is a bloody jungle survival rule. The overall strength of the red-eyed flame-horned beast clan is still stronger than Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan.
Although Han Ting is not afraid of Youcha, the two parties are now in a cooperative relationship, so naturally they cannot compare each other with the vassal monks of the four tribes.
Yucha's whole figure was like a hill. As he shook his huge body, the sound of the armor leaves on his body hit, and the ground swayed under his footsteps. He arrived in front of Han Ting in a few big steps.
"We have received the latest military information from Black Devil Race. There is an order from above that we need the cooperation of the noble army. I am here to discuss this matter with fellow Daoist Han!"
Yucha's voice sounded like thunder, his words were very direct, and his tone was not too polite.
But Han Ting is already familiar with the other party's way of speaking. In fact, not only Youcha, but also the monks of the red-eyed flame-horned beast tribe generally communicate very directly with others.
This is related to their nature and the constant fighting and fighting, so they like to use the shortest words to express their meaning quickly.
When Han Ting heard this, he realized that the purpose of the other party's visit was the same as he had guessed. He waved forward with one hand again, and the formation at the cave abode gate was opened again.
Although the gate has not fallen, the formation restrictions have shrouded the place. The other party said it was a military situation. Of course, Han Ting must be more careful.
In order to avoid accidentally being overheard by the patrolling monks around or people passing by, at the same time, he pointed to the stone chair on the other side of the stone table with his other hand and said.
"Fellow Daoist You, please sit down and talk!"
Youcha turned his face slightly and saw that the formation at the rear gate had been activated, and nodded to Han Ting. Han Ting was still very careful in what he did.
So he took another step forward and reached the side of the stone table. Then when he turned around, the armor leaves on his body made a series of impact sounds again, and he sat down.
"I happen to have some good spiritual tea here. Fellow Daoist You can taste it and describe the military situation at the same time!"
After Han Ting saw the other person sit down on one side of the stone table, he also sat down on the other side. He flicked his hand on the table and there was another tea cup.
At the same time, the teapot on the stone table flew up on its own, and instantly hung over the teacup. The body of the teapot tilted slightly, and a stream of green water poured out...
Yucha on the other side did not speak immediately, but looked around with his eyes chattering.
"Hehehe... It's just you and me here now. Fellow Daoist You, just say so. Although the formations I have here may not necessarily be able to catch the eye of fellow Daoist.
But if outsiders want to explore the situation here without my knowledge, it is not easy to do. Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist You! "
Han Ting saw Youcha's cautious look. He knew that the other party might be afraid that there were outsiders in cave abode, so he opened his mouth and explained casually.
At the same time, with a thought, the suspended teapot rotated slightly and flew back to its original position.
"Well, you and I are the best, so please take a look at this, fellow Daoist!"
While speaking, Youcha also raised a thick arm and waved towards Han Ting.
Han Ting quickly looked at it carefully. He thought that the other party was going to give him something Jade Slip instead of telling him the reason for the matter.
But when he raised his eyes and looked up, he saw a palm like a giant spirit god, grabbed from his side across the stone table, but the palm was empty, but where did that Jade Slip come from?
"Fellow Daoist, what are you..."
Han Ting couldn't help but be shocked. In an instant, he felt a life-and-death crisis suddenly rising from the bottom of his heart, which made the hairs all over his body stand on end.
Han Ting didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively wanted to get up and avoid it, but Yucha's big hand, like a giant spirit god, seemed to be very slow to grab it, but in fact it was incredibly fast.
Han Ting's figure on this side of the stone table was blurred for a moment.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Han Ting's neck was grabbed by a big hand. His body, which had formed an afterimage, was shaken and quickly solidified again the next moment.
"Kekeke..."
Han Ting's throat made a sound like a hen laying eggs, and infinite fear appeared in his eyes. He wanted to say some questioning words, but he could only make a sound that was not like a human voice.
Youcha also stood up. As he stood up, the thick arms stretched out in the air also lifted and retracted, and he immediately lifted Han Ting from the stone chair on the other side.
Han Ting suppressed the redness in his eyes. Looking at the familiar giant face that suddenly approached, the panic in his heart became more intense. Why did this familiar "companion" suddenly become so terrifying?
The first time I met the other party, because they had different thoughts, the two of them had a quick confrontation in secret, and it was basically a half-pound versus a half-pound. After that, the two of them also found the other party to be a lot more pleasing to the eye.
But now, not only could I not dodge the opponent's grasp, but the opponent obviously only held my neck, but the Nascent Soul in my body could no longer move at all.
That's because there was a powerful force in the opponent's palm, which was instantly poured into his body, imprisoning his own mana, Divine Sense and Nascent Soul at the same time.
Han Ting wanted to ask the other party why he wanted to attack him? I am a monk of the Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan, someone whom the Red-Eyed Flame-horned Beast Tribe invited to help at a huge cost.
Although they invited the entire Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan, in Han Ting's view, there is not much difference in nature. He represents the ethnic group here.
But he couldn't make any sound at all. Seeing that giant face quickly filling his field of vision, Han Ting felt an endless chill in his body. He was already aware of what might happen next.
"Are you familiar with it?"
Just when Han Ting was carried to Yucha and stopped in front of him, Han Ting suddenly heard Yucha say such a sentence. This made him stunned for a moment even though he was weak and thinking about his struggling heart.
Then he saw a silver light flashing quickly on Yucha's arm holding his neck, and then a breath that he felt was somewhat familiar immediately entered his perception.
"You... you... you are Undying Underworld Phoenix Clan..."
Han Ting felt the sea of consciousness roar violently. In panic and anger, he wanted to shout out, but he could only shout in his heart.
At this time, even the clucking sound like a hen laying eggs could no longer be heard. At this moment, he suddenly understood what was happening in front of him.