Chapter 3 The Clan Leader's Struggle
Yang Wudi did not roar in defense, let alone hysterical; the soul-breaking gun appeared in one hand and pointed at Yang Yun with the gun in his hand.
"So, do you, Yang Yun, want to rebel? Or do you, Yang Yun, think that you are qualified to be the leader of the Po Yi Clan?"
Yang Yun did not answer Yang Wudi's question , looked at Yang Wudi and several other elders glaring at him with a smile.
Tap tap tap.
A large number of footsteps came from outside the door, and Yang Wudi had already understood that Yang Yun was here today to force him into the palace.
What he wants is the position of patriarch under his butt.
"Haha."
Yang Wudi looked at Yang Yun with an angry smile and said coldly: "Well, Yang Yun, it seems that you came prepared today; you just didn't know Which force are you relying on?”
“Whose lackey are you?”
At the end of the sentence, Yang Wudi's tone turned into an angry rebuke.
The face is full of regret and self-blame. As the leader of the clan, he actually allowed the next generation of the clan's most promising genius to be bewitched by outside forces.
This is really inappropriate and a dereliction of duty.
Facing the angry Yang Wudi, Yang Yun just shook his head slightly and said: "The patriarch misunderstood, I have not become anyone's lackey; nor have I joined any force."
" I simply want to be the patriarch of the Po Zhi clan and lead the family to prosperity. I firmly believe that the clan leader will understand Yang Yun’s good intentions!”
After that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
Yang Wudi walked towards the door step by step with the soul-breaking gun in hand, and his aura increased with every step he took.
Build momentum!
In the open space, Yang Yun and Yang Wudi stood facing each other.
A Li looked at Yang Wudi's connected mind and said directly in his mind: "This old guy actually understood the power of the gun, but it's a pity that he is already old; otherwise, he can be considered a talent."
"To be able to secure the position of clan leader, you naturally have two tools." Yang Yun responded.
At this time, all the members of the Po clan have arrived, and even if there are some who have not arrived, they are not important people.
Yang Wudi looked at Yang Yun and shouted angrily: "Yang Yun, what do you want? Where is the person behind you? Let him come out to see me, what is the point of hiding behind a junior?"
Hearing this, Yang Yun shook his head slightly. Unexpectedly, Yang Wudi still didn't believe that he was responsible for all this.
It is not some behind-the-scenes force that supports him.
The three brothers Yang Wulong, Yang Wuhu, and Yang Wusha stood behind Yang Yun and all showed their soul rings.
"Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black,"
The three Contras instantly shocked the surrounding Poichi clan members, and the scene fell into a strange place in the silence.
Yang Wudi also looked at the three of them with horrified eyes: "Yang Wulong, when did you three brothers break through Contra? Why did you hide it from the family, or did you also defect to foreign forces?"
"Is this the benefit of joining?"
Looking at the eight spirit rings on the three people, Yang Wudi's eyes were filled with jealousy; when he thought of the three spirit douluo in his family, they were coercing a junior with the most potential to defect to a foreign enemy.
His heart ached, as if countless holes were being pierced by knives.
Yang Yun's face suddenly darkened.
It’s not over, right? He has to join a foreign force in order to have three Contras to protect him?
I’m afraid Yang Wudi will be pissed to death if he keeps writing on it, so he simply shows his soul ring to Yang Wudi for a look.
What is a true genius?
"Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red."
The same eight soul rings, but one yellow and one purple in front; and five black and five in the back. Yihong's soul ring configuration made everyone present take a breath.
This time, before Yang Wudi spoke, Yang Yun took the lead and said: "Clan leader, Yang Yun of the Broken Clan officially challenges you; if you lose, please abdicate and let Xian hand over the position of clan leader."
"Yang Yun has not joined any foreign forces, and the three Yang Wulong brothers have never betrayed the family; today's move is only for the position of patriarch and to lead the family to a higher position!" After the words fell, he was originally Nearly half of the tribesmen who had won over all responded and started to cater to him with loud shouts.
The remaining ones also looked at each other and didn’t know what to do.
It’s all because the configuration of the soul rings on Yang Yun’s body is too eye-catching, especially the last circle of red soul rings.
The soul ring that represents a hundred thousand year old soul beast also represents a hundred thousand year old soul bone; how precious is it?
But Yang Wudi doesn't care about that much.
In addition to relief, his eyes were full of anger. A mere newcomer to Contra dared to provoke him, the patriarch of the clan for decades.
He immediately opened his mouth to challenge: "Okay! Yang Yun, if I lose to you today, why not give up the position of clan leader to you?"
"If I break the position of clan leader, I will The one who can do it shall be the one who can do it; I, Yang Wudi, am definitely not a shameless person who relies on my seniority to dominate the younger generation."
"Come on!"
With a twist of his wrist, he pointed the soul-breaking gun directly. Yang Yun throat.
"Okay! The Po clan should have the determination and courage to defeat everything; we, the elders of the Po clan, also agree to this battle today."
"In the battle between clan leaders, the winner will win."
In a flash!
The five elders of the Broken Clan surrounded the surroundings and formed a shield with their soul power.
"Let this open space be the fighting area, protected by old guys like us; the future patriarch can fight with confidence." The oldest elder said with a serious face.
Seeing this situation, the original idea of letting Ali go to fight was also abandoned.
This is too disrespectful to Yang Wudi, and it is also disrespectful to himself and the position of the leader of the Po Zhi clan.
With a thought, Li appeared in his hand as a martial spirit flame gun; holding the handle of the gun was like holding the whole world.
The sharpness of both sides was as sharp as a knife, making the eyes of the low-level tribesmen who were close to each other hurt.
It got a little better after being away from a lot.
The two sides started to move forward. If you didn't see Yang Wudi, you suddenly felt that Yang Yun on the opposite side had disappeared; only a gun was left to fight with him.
"Man and gun merge into one?"
In a moment of confusion, the gun was already in front of him.
Clang!
With a flick of his wrist, the Soul-Breaking Spear blocked the attack.
The powerful force made Yang Wudi's jaw numb, and he took several steps back.
Both sides made a tacit understanding not to use soul skills using soul rings, let alone skills using soul bones; instead, they fought with the purest spear skills.
Yanqiang Zhongli not only has the Phoenix Spear Technique, but also the gun-killing tactics that have been passed down from generation to generation by the Lianpo family of Zhao Guo and have been improved in the military for countless generations.
After time traveling, the understanding brought by the powerful soul also greatly increases.
It takes one year to understand the power of the spear, and three years to understand the meaning of the spear; it takes ten years to sharpen a spear, and by this time Yang Yun's spear skills have already been completely transformed and perfected.
Every inch is stronger.
The flame gun Chongli easily broke through the defensive front formed by Yang Wudi's soul-breaking gun attack with a wave of his hand.
Use offense to defend, there is life or death; Yang Wudi's ultimate attack power of the soul-breaking gun is purely offensive, and it has been tried and tested to use offense instead of defense.
Under Yang Yun's gun-killing tactics, he was still unable to parry, and his offensive was broken; Yang Wudi had lost the opportunity.
Phew!
The tip of Flame Spear Chongli was pressed against Yang Wudi's throat.
Looking at Yang Yun's relaxed and happy expression, Yang Wudi knew that he had completely lost in the spearmanship.
(End of this chapter)