The power of the seventh-level spirit, drawing the divine light of the Golden Crow, shimmering and floating like a red cloud.
This is the aura of a seventh-level expert!
Many people around him lowered their heads quietly.
Lu Changlin clenched his fists.
“So it’s Elder Mu Ji. It’s been a long time.” Feng Zhen flew down and said loudly.
Mu Ji’s face carried a hint of vigilance, nodded, looked at the falling figures, and then glanced at Han Chaohu and Han Ding.
“Where’s your young patriarch?”
“That’s right. Where’s the young patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan?”
At this moment, everyone realized that the heir to the patriarch position in the Han Mountain Clan had not appeared all this time.
“Elder Mu Ji, my young patriarch has some business and will be back in a moment.” Han Chaohu laughed and bowed to the surroundings, “Please wait, our young chief will be back soon.”
After speaking, he adjusted his clothes, bowed, and left.
The others dispersed.
There was the smell of blood!
Those with sharp eyes had already seen blood drops on everyone.
What was going on?
Mu Ji frowned and snorted. Under Han Yunhe’s lead, he walked to the square on the mountainside and sat down.
For a while, there was a lot of discussion around.
Everyone was speculating about where the young chief of Han Mountain Clan had gone.
At this moment, Han Muye was in the mountain forest dozens of miles away.
Han Jin and Black Tiger accompanied him.
Originally, they returned together, but because Han Jin’s cultivation was insufficient, his flying speed was relatively slow, so he rode on the Black Tiger and moved forward.
Halfway through, Black Tiger asked Han Jin to relay a message to Han Muye, saying that it wanted to give him a gift.
This guy had seen that Feng Zhen and the others were giving gifts, so it wanted to give one too.
However, this gift required Han Muye to personally come and take it.
“Is it just ahead?” Han Muye looked at the cliff in front of him.
The cliff walls were steep, with a babbling stream below.
The black tiger whimpered softly and ran forward quickly.
“Chirp—”
A bird’s cry sounded, and above the cliff, a golden giant bird spread its wings and descended.
Han Muye squinted his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared on his body.
“Roc bloodline?
“Golden-winged bird?
“Does that mean this guy is giving me the Golden-Winged Falling Snow Grass?
“This is a treasure to increase the power of my bloodline.”
Ahead, the black tiger turned and ran.
The giant bird with spread wings had already landed.
Han Muye laughed heartily and took a step forward.