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Chapter 20 Twelve Ancestral Witches
Facing Zhu Rong's menacing attack, Han Qiao's mouth curled slightly, and he slowly raised his right fist, a terrifying force was quietly brewing.

Then, under the shocked eyes of Di Jiang and others, Han Qiao let Zhu Rong's fist fall on his body, and then Han Qiao's right hand burst out with bright physical strength, and suddenly hit Zhu Rong's face.

boom!
The terrifying power suddenly shook the whole world.

Zhu Rong was sent flying hundreds of thousands of miles away again.

When Dijiang and the others saw this scene, they felt that their brains were not thinking enough.

"What a strong body!"

Now they finally understood why Zhurong Zuwu and Tianwu Zuwu, two quasi-sage-level powerhouses, were still beaten like a pig's head when they joined forces. This guy's physical strength was actually much stronger than their witch clan.

However, there was more anger in the hearts of Di Jiang and the others.

This guy actually beat their two brothers like pigs' heads. This guy didn't pay attention to their witch clan at all.

For a moment, Di Jiang and the others were furious.

However, the Houtu ancestor witch narrowed her eyes slightly, and when her eyes fell on Kong Hao who was not far away, she suddenly showed a dazed look, and then shook her head with a wry smile.

She didn't expect the fate to be so wonderful. The owner of the peacock Daming King is Han Qiao. If she had successfully persuaded the brothers, this would not have happened.

"Sister Houtu once mentioned you to me. We Wu Clan have no grievances against you. Why did you do such a humiliating thing to my two brothers?" Di Jiang said with cold eyes.

Han Qiao was really surprised when he heard the words. He didn't expect Houtu to mention himself in the Wu Clan.

In fact, after Houtu saw Han Qiao's breakthrough in Zixiao Palace, he had a premonition that only when he truly broke through to the quasi-sage realm could he be independent in the prehistoric world.

Therefore, after Patriarch Hongjun finished his sermon, Houtu immediately told his brothers what he had seen and heard.

This is also the reason why the twelve ancestor witches chose to retreat together, and they will never leave the customs until they break through to the quasi-sage realm.

Di Jiang found that Han Qiao didn't pay attention to him, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"This seat is asking you something, why don't you answer?"

The eyes of the other ancestral witches also fell on Han Qiao, some with cold eyes and some with curious eyes.

They knew very well in their hearts that they were facing the first strong man who had broken through to the quasi-sage realm after the ancestor Nai Hongjun. Not only that, but the other party crushed Zhu Rong Zu Wu and Tian Wu Zu in terms of physical strength The alliance of witches.

"Hehe, if you Wu Clan didn't want to do something to my mount, how could I have conflicted with you?" Han Qiao said lightly.

Di Jiang frowned slightly when he heard the words, and then his eyes fell on Tianwu Zuwu not far away.

"What is the situation?"

Seeing this, Tianwu Zuwu didn't hide anything, and told Dijiang everything about it.

Hearing this, Di Jiang first looked at Kong Hao who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, and then showed a dazed expression.

But no matter what, Feng Bo of their Wu clan was injured because of Kong Hao after all.

"Huh!" Di Jiang snorted coldly, his strong voice resounding throughout the whole world, "The reason is that the mount of fellow Taoist wounded Feng Bo of my Wu clan, and my ancestor witch of the Wu clan invited me to help Is there anything wrong with people from my witch clan looking for an explanation?"

"Hehe! Are you still looking for an explanation? The ancestral witches of your witch tribe want me to hand over my mount indiscriminately. Do you really think that I am a persimmon that is easy to bully?" Han Qiao said with cold eyes when he heard the words.

"And the reason why Uncle Feng of your witch clan was injured was only because he provoked first!"

"You..." Di Jiang was at a loss for words, his face was livid.

Suddenly, a deafening sound sounded from hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"Boy, fight again! This seat must defeat you!"

Looking up, I saw Zhu Rong's ancestral witch, filled with the terrifying power of the law of fire, rushing over again.

"Enough, Zhu Rong!" Seeing this, Di Jiang snorted coldly!
"Ah..." Hearing this familiar voice, Zhu Rong couldn't help showing a puzzled expression, and barely opened his eyes that had been beaten into a pig's head, and looked at Di Jiang.

"Brother, why are you here?" Zhu Rong Zuwu glared at Han Qiao fiercely first, and then came to Di Jiang very obediently.

When Di Jiang saw Zhu Rong Zuwu's unbearable appearance, he was suddenly furious, and the terrifying physical force swept away, and his gaze towards Han Qiao was even more icy cold.

"Fellow Daoist Hanqiao, it's a good trick! Even if it was our Wu Clan's fault first, but now fellow Daoist beat my two brothers into such pig-headed looks, you have to give us Wu Clan an explanation!"

"Fellow Daoist Hanqiao's strength is extremely powerful, but after all, he is only in the quasi-sage realm. Now that our 12 brothers and sisters have all broken through to the quasi-sage realm, if you want to be an enemy of my witch clan, I'm afraid you won't get any benefits." For the sake of Fellow Daoist Han's difficult practice, if Fellow Daoist Han is willing to hand over his mount, we Wu Clan can forget about this matter!"

Seeing this, Han Qiao just smiled coldly.

Di Jiang deserves to be the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this wishful thinking is quite good.

"If it wasn't for your Wu Clan's provocation first, how could I have clashed with your Wu Clan? And they are in such a state, it's because they are not strong enough!"

"To explain..."

"There are no doors!"

Di Jiang clenched his fists when he heard this, his face was as cold as a snow mountain thousands of years old.

Now that the twelve ancestor witches are all gathered here, Han Qiao thought that Han Qiao would be afraid of the cooperation of the twelve ancestor witches, and then obediently hand over his mount.

But he didn't expect that Han Qiao didn't care about the power of the Wu clan at all, and his words were even more sharp.

"Fellow Daoist Han, have you really thought about it? Are you really going to do right with us Wu Clan?" Di Jiang said with cold eyes.

However, Han Qiao had already seen through Di Jiang's mind. This guy seemed stable, but in fact he was indecisive.

It seems that we have to find a way to provoke them, otherwise Di Jiang won't do anything.

That's right, in Han Qiao's eyes, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are nothing more than the nourishment of the Great Desolate Small World absorbing the power of laws.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches teaming up is enough to destroy the world, but Han Qiao is not afraid, because the prehistoric small test world in his dantian has absorbed the ultimate flame law power of Zhurong Ancestor Witch and the ultimate wind of Tianwu Ancestor Witch. After gaining the power of the law, his cultivation base has entered the middle stage of quasi-sage, and even stepped into the late stage of quasi-sage.

(End of this chapter)