When the morning mist filled the wilderness of Puyang, everyone left Si Xi's hut.

Emperor Shun also had to argue with the leaders of various departments for their hard work, and tried to put a perfect end to the battle in Akasaka Mountain.

Hua Xulie and Lie Shankang led their own private troops and returned to their respective tribes with joy. This time they received the reward and had their own territory. They wanted to gather people who were willing to be loyal to their tribes, open up and build their own territory.

The faint morning mist is like milk, and the white and vast white flows against the ground with the wind.

In the distance, the gentle singing of the early-washing girl was floating in the air. Several gentle rivers flowed by, and the sound of washing silk came from the riverside.

Ji Hao and Si Wenming walked endlessly in the wilderness, surrounded by wild flowers that were waist-deep. The tender branches broke one after another when they touched them, and the tender juices on the wounds emitted a rich fragrance of plants and trees.

At first glance, the view was full of red and white petals. As the rising sun in the east rose, the dew on the leaves gradually evaporated on the petals, and the fog around it became even more intense. The wind blew, and countless flowers as big as palms rolled up. Ji Hao felt relaxed and happy, and suddenly whistled to the sky.

The roaring sound was rolling, and some of the war beasts in Puyang heard the roar and roared together. For a moment, the cows and horses were neighing very lively.

Si Wenming laughed, and he walked forward step by step with his hands behind his back. After a while, he suddenly said, "Your words just now were scared even Di Shun... Your opinion is very right. If we human race want to fight against foreign races, we must twist it into a rope."

Raising his hands, Si Wenming looked at the rising sun in the east and said word by word: "All powers must be concentrated together; all warriors must obey a will. The human race can no longer be a mess, we must be a whole."

Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming with a sacred and solemn face, and felt a sense of greatness that was indescribable arises naturally.

He said seriously: "Those warriors from each tribe should understand that they are all human races, and they should fight for the entire human race. Their swords and swords can only be directed at the enemy, and should not be cut at their compatriots just by the order of their elders."

"But they have become accustomed to obeying the orders of the elders and used to killing fellow humans for the benefit of their own tribes." Si Wenming raised his hands high and said loudly: "This kind of thing must be reversed. Some things must be changed. Otherwise, we will never have hope."

Turning around, Si Wenming pointed to the north: "This time, we have luckily defeated the alien race, but what if they come again?"

"If those terrible existences that had fought the ancient Three Emperors almost fell in ancient times came again; if they concentrated all their strength and launched a war against us with all their might; if a few more people like Ying Yunpeng appeared in the war that determined the fate of the human race...we have no hope." Si Wenming gasped, and he looked at Ji Hao and shook his head seriously.

"I have been to the heartland of Yuchao. I have seen their true potential, and I know how terrible they are."

Si Wenming said hurriedly: "I know something that they know but don't want to believe or think about. They always feel that as long as they don't think about it or worry about it, those things will not exist, and they can always sit in the position of the tribe leader and elder forever."

After waved his hand vigorously, Si Wenming said angrily: "It's not that! They will definitely come, they will definitely come. They are now maintaining a general peace with us. It's just because they can't pull out their hands to deal with us for the time being."

Pointing to the sky, Si Wenming shouted sternly: "When they pull out their hands, when they can mobilize more power and mobilize the real elite to come. Our human race will become their eternal slaves! Just like those dark races, like those monsters, our descendants will be slaves!"

As he hit his chest hard, Si Wenming's eyes rolled with blazing magma and said loudly to Ji Hao: "I would rather be crushed to pieces. I would rather my descendants and descendants, my blood descendants, crawl at the feet of foreign races like animals, and let others trample on and ravage them."

Ji Hao's heart was filled with blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "No one can make our descendants become slaves."

Si Wenming clenched his fist gently and punched Ji Hao in the chest. He lowered his voice and pointed to Yaoshan's direction and said, "In two days, your people and baggage will be ready. Yaoshan is a good place. I hope that in the future, Ji Hao, you can help me."

Looking at Ji Hao, Si Wenming reminded: "Be careful of Wuzhiqi, be careful of Gonggong and worry-free, be careful of the tribes in the Northern Wilderness. You must be more careful of the people of the Ten Day Kingdom. Even for you, the Ten Day Kingdom is more dangerous than Wuzhiqi... They are the feud of your Jinwu tribe!"

But in the blink of an eye, Si Wenming smiled relaxed again. He looked at Ji Hao and said, "But you shouldn't be afraid of them."

Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and said seriously and seriously: "Why am I afraid of them? It should be that they are afraid of me."

The two stood side by side, watching the rising sun in the east, watching the sunlight penetrate the mist, evaporating the white mist, watching the earth gradually become clear and dry, and watching Puyang gradually wake up from its deep sleep, emitting Puyang's unique magic.

There are so many pedestrians, chickens and dogs smell each other, and wisps of smoke from cooking are floating with the wind. Puyang in the sun is so vivid and powerful.

When the sun was noon, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Ji Hao smiled and said, "Puyang is a good place."

Si Wenming nodded in agreement: "Puyang is really a good place."

After a pause, Si Wenming's words suddenly changed: "Ying Yunpeng and his elders are now imprisoned in prison. Yesterday I heard Gao Yao say that Ying Yunpeng shouted and wanted to see you all the time."

"See me?" Ji Hao was stunned and said subconsciously: "I don't have such a relationship with him, right? He doesn't care about it now, and he still has time to see me?"

Si Wenming frowned in confusion: "It's very strange to say. Although Ying Yunpeng has a strange temper and is a bit arrogant and domineering, to be fair, he is really not a bad person. In Puyang, any elder of the tribe with sufficient tribe strength has a much more fierce and weird temper than him. This time he will rebel at the fortress, which is not supposed to be."

Ji Hao pondered for a while, looked up at the sky, and smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go and meet our Elder Ying Yunpeng."
Chapter completed!