The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Luo Donghe, who was standing by, was almost stunned when he saw this scene. What happened to his young clan leader? Why did he completely lose consciousness when he saw the man in the middle?

As for the chiefs of small tribes in other places who saw the situation on the field, they were so anxious that they were ready to rush out to help when they saw that their young ones were in danger.

At the same time, Jiang Fan in the middle looked at the people rushing over and shouted, "Don't be chaotic... Form a formation, look after each other, hold on, someone will come to help us!"

Following his voice, the panicked people in the middle immediately straightened their minds and looked at the people outside with serious expressions. Their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

They were all South Vietnamese, and every South Vietnamese was brave and good at fighting, and every one of them had military force. Therefore, when they came to their senses, they did not show any fear.

The people on the periphery were already fighting with the black-clad men who were rushing over. Whether they were young boys or young girls, they all looked after each other and cooperated. The fight went back and forth, and for a while, they managed to hold their formation.

At this time, Luo Yunxian also came back to his senses and quickly ordered: "Send a signal!"

As soon as she said this, the signal was immediately sent into the air. The moment the signal lit up, countless people around rushed to the venue.

These people were none other than the warriors of the Wangshu tribe. At the same time, countless warriors of the Wangshu tribe rushed out from under the huge altar and appeared on the periphery.

They fought against the men in black together with the boys and girls from various tribes. The battle between the two sides also stabilized at this moment.

With the addition of the Wangshu warriors who rushed over from the periphery, the men in black were surrounded in turn, and were attacked from both front and back.

The man in black, who had been fighting aggressively just now, suddenly panicked.

When the chiefs of the small tribes saw that the situation had stabilized, they all stopped and looked at Jiang Fan in the field with admiration and gratitude in their eyes.

If Jiang Fan had not spoken out in time, their descendants would have suffered heavy losses.

Luo Yunxian looked at Jiang Fan, her eyes slightly red and a smile on her lips.

That guy would be the most eye-catching presence wherever he went, and he would be the one who could control the situation the most. Although she had made arrangements this time, if Jiang Fan was not among them, she would never dare to guarantee that no one would be hurt.

But because Jiang Fan was there, except for the warriors of the Wangshu tribe, no one from the small tribe was injured.

Next, we will wait to capture all the people from the medium-sized tribes. If she is not prepared, we will send the warriors from the tribe to control the situation when she reacts.

It is estimated that these people have already killed most of the people in the small tribe, and they may even turn around and escape without a trace. As long as they escape to a safe place and change their clothes, she can't even find where the enemy is.

As long as the people of the medium-sized tribes deny it, she will have no choice but to suffer in silence in the absence of any evidence.

When the Little Saint King saw this scene, he turned to look at Luo Dingfang, with deep anger in his eyes.

"Luo Dingfang, you actually dare to plot against me...you are looking for death..." he opened his mouth and shouted angrily.

Then, a top-notch master beside him rushed towards Luo Dingfang.

When Luo Dingfang saw this, his face changed drastically. He still didn't understand what had happened. It was impossible for his conspiracy with the Little Saint King to be leaked.

But what is the current situation? It can only be said that his plan has been discovered. The little saint king suspected that he was the one who set the trap.

He opened his mouth to explain, but the other party would not give him a chance to explain. Things had developed to this point, and no matter how he explained, it was useless!

Seeing the top-notch master rushing towards him, Luo Dingfang quickly exchanged a palm strike with the other party, then quickly retreated and turned around to escape.

But several top masters rushed towards Luo Dingfang.

Although he is also a top-notch master, he is no match for so many top-notch masters.

Seeing that several people were about to rush forward, Luo Dingfang suddenly raised his hand and waved it lightly, and countless medicinal powders were scattered towards the people around him.

Seeing this, the top masters were forced back and quickly covered their noses with their hands.

Luo Dingfang's powder is not only poisonous, but also contains a hallucinogenic smoke. Once inhaled into the nose, you will be knocked out if not poisoned to death.

The few of them could only watch Luo Dingfang escape. The little Saint King's eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred.

He looked at the people from the medium-sized tribes being surrounded and knew that the game was over. Although his face was full of reluctance, he could only snort coldly.

“Little Saint King, now that our plan has been ruined, shouldn’t we leave? If we stay in the Wangshu tribe, and if they attack us, then we…” At this time, a young patriarch of a large tribe spoke to the Little Saint King.

Hearing this, the little Saint King had a playful smile on his face: "Leave... Why should we leave?! We are here to participate in the son-in-law selection meeting. If we leave now, won't it tell them that we did it? Running away... isn't that just admitting it!"

Upon hearing this, another young clan leader showed a look of worry in his eyes.

"But what if we don't leave? What if Chief Wangshu arrests us? As long as those who are arrested give you away, we will be in trouble!"

Upon hearing this, the Little Saint King smiled coldly and said, "So what if I confess? If I say no, would the Wangshu tribe dare to touch me? They dare to touch those medium-sized tribes, but they definitely don't dare to touch me!"

His face was full of disdain and ridicule.

If it is said that the Wangshu tribe dares to attack those medium-sized tribes, they will definitely dare to do so as long as there is sufficient evidence. Even if there is no evidence, the Wangshu tribe will still dare to do so.

But for this little Saint King, the Wangshu Clan would have to think twice before touching him. Even if there was evidence, they probably wouldn't dare to touch him, let alone without evidence!

Although the others were still a little worried when they heard what he said, they felt relieved when they saw that the Little Saint King was so confident.

The other party's words were very good. Now it was the Saint King Fengnan who controlled the entire South Vietnam. Although the Wangshu tribe was a large tribe, if the Saint King of South Vietnam was annoyed and sent troops to the Wangshu tribe, it would still be easy to destroy the Wangshu tribe.

It might be difficult for Dayan to destroy the Wangshu tribe. After all, they are not familiar with the mountains of Nanyue and do not know how to fight in the jungle. If they come in, they will die.

However, the Nanyue Saint King's men were all Nanyue people. Jungle warfare was commonplace for them. Unless the Wangshu people wanted to die, no one would dare to touch them!

However, although the Little Saint King looked proud at this time, he looked at the field in front of him, where many of the men in black were killed and the rest were all captured. His face was also extremely ugly.

When the black-clad men had their veils torn off in front of everyone, the people from the small tribe finally confirmed Jiang Fan's words. Those black-clad men were really people from the medium-sized tribe pretending to be one.

"We were wrongly accused... Their actions had nothing to do with us! We don't know why they came to kill people! Moreover, we were almost killed by them!"

Feng Daishan explained at this time.

He was prepared to never admit it, even if he was beaten to death. As long as he didn't admit the relationship between the two sides, he didn't believe that the Wangshu people would dare to touch them!

In the medium-sized tribe, those who pretended to be unconscious had been captured by the Wangshu warriors who were clearing the area.

"Oh... Really? You were clearly killed and fell to the ground just now, but why are you alive and kicking now? You don't even have any injuries on your bodies. Aren't you acting?"

At this time, a playful voice sounded.