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Mr. Li sneered at Chen Qiye's words and looked at the world. Even if you live in a temple and have been in a high position for a long time, in the eyes of the aristocratic family, there are only people from the aristocratic family and inferior people.

"Clan civilization is just a product of the backwardness of ancient tribal civilization." Old Li looked at Chen Qiye disdainfully and said, "My friend Chen, you are too proud of your own hometown."

Chen Qiye was not angry and smiled and said, "Look at Mr. Yi Li, what is our pride?"

If Mr. Li had not been responsible for the heavy responsibility of Song Qingcong's persuasion, even though the famous master of the Northwest Territory, Ye Shen, was sitting opposite him, he would have left long ago, for the sake of the Li family's century-old plan, Mr. Li had put down his figure and praised the clan civilization.

"The pride of the barbarian!" Old Li said high.

Chen Qiye could bear this sentence, but Lin Chuxue could no longer bear it. She was born in the East China Sea and grew up in the East China Sea. Even though she sometimes hates the local clans and crony rollers in the East China Sea, Lin Chuxue just couldn't accommodate an outsider and said nothing about the customs that had been passed down for thousands of years.

She could see that Mr. Li looked down on them, the country people from beginning to end.

"Old Li, since you look down on us Donghai and Wuhua people, why should you condescend to our countryside? You should hurry back to your provincial capital." Lin Chuxue said unhappily.

The tank was extremely worried. One was his own grandfather, the other was his own brother and the leader. Why did he stand in a different camp? He turned against him and became enemies?

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry..."

With a bang, Li Laodan sat up and slapped the tank, then hated Lin Chuxue and shouted: "Rural shrew, how dare you insult me?"

Just as the atmosphere in the villa was tense, Zhao Long pushed the door and asked, "Qiye, do you need me to do anything?"

The tank is Chen Qiye's brother, and Mr. Li is also Chen Qiye's elder. He can't do some things, but Zhao Long can.

But Chen Qiye still sold the tank for a loss of face and said lightly: "Send the order and sharpen the knife!"

Mr. Li was stunned at first, then burst into laughter. His mouth was worn out. Chen Qiye was still going to do his own thing, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Okay, okay, what a pride of barbaric civilization. See you all the first stop tonight, Xujia Village."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Li pulled away, leaving only the tank extremely embarrassed.

"Lord, I really don't know that our Li family has defected to the Song family, otherwise I would never lead the way today." Tank said with a guilty look on his face.

Chen Qiye shook his head and smiled bitterly. Not to mention the status of Tank in the Li family, even if he is the successor decided by the Li family, he cannot tolerate brotherhood in the face of the aristocratic plan.

Chen Qiye could understand the tank's current feelings, and he also believed that the tank did not lie to him.

"Tank, no matter what decision your Li family makes, in my heart, we will always be brothers." Chen Qiye patted the tank's shoulder and said.

"But our Li family will soon be enemies with you, but I can't do anything." Tank said heartbrokenly.

His grandfather was not only persuading surrender today, but also showing his fangs tonight. Originally, Chen Qiye was only facing the Song family, but next he had to face the joint forces of the Song and Li families. Can the Tu tribe power of a mere new city really stop the two aristocratic families?

In the heart of the tank, the answer is no.

"What, don't you have confidence in me?" Chen Qiye smiled faintly.

"No, no, the Lord of the Realm I mean..."

Chen Qiye waved his hand to interrupt the tank's improper argument. From the moment he was targeted by Song Qingcong, not only did he have no way out, but even people from Donghai and Wuhua had no way out. Rather than saying that this was a battle against the interests of Xinshi, it was better to say that it was a game between two different civilizations.

The casualties tonight were destined to be huge, but Chen Qiye's eyes were still so firm.

"Tank, even if you and I meet on the battlefield tonight, I will never let you die under someone else's knife." Chen Qiye said with deep eyes.

Tanks instantly understand what Chen Qiye means. Even if the tanks participate in the battle tonight, he will not only not be ruthless, but will also let the tank die under his sword. This is the Chen Qiye he knew.

The tank was guaranteed that even if the Li family and Chen Qiye were against each other, he would never join the war and then leave with peace of mind.

After the tank left, Chen Qiye and Zhao Long discussed the matter about tonight until noon. Then Zhao Long drove back to Zhaojia Village. As soon as he returned to the ancestral village, the dark crowd immediately came over. They had been preparing for it for a long time.

"Brother Long, have you decided?"

"Brother Long, I've been so excited that I haven't slept for two days and two nights. Did Mr. Chen give the order?"

"Captain, talk quickly!"

Zhao Long looked at these tough men surrounding him and felt uncomfortable.

Originally, there was only one Song family. The six prominent clans and more than a dozen clans mobilized clans to select dead soldiers and could barely deal with it. However, suddenly there was another Li family. Even if he was the last-time aristocratic family, it would be even worse.

"It's settled." Zhao Long took a deep breath, looked at the many tribesmen with a tense expression and said, "But we suddenly have another enemy. Are you afraid?"

Everyone was stunned at first, and then they cheered like beasts.

"Class leader, we are not afraid!"

"I'm afraid of a ball, so I dare to come to our land to grab food and kill them."

"Class leader, just announce where to fight with the Song family tonight!"

Zhao Long looked at the clansmen's unity and waved his hand and shouted: "Tonight, I, Wuhua, the East China Sea, have six prominent families, and more than a dozen groups, fight to the death with the Song and Li families in Xujia Village!"

"The 316th tribe leader of the Zhao family in the East China Sea, I, Zhao Long, announced that Zhaojia Village, start sharpening the knife!"

With Zhao Long's order, the elderly, weak and young women and children in Zhaojia Village began to join the stream at the entrance of the village to sharpen their knives. Because their men and their sons were going to fight for the Zhao family in the East China Sea tonight, they could not waste their energy. This kind of thing would be done by the elderly, weak and young women and children.

"Mom, grandma, what are you doing?" A six-year-old boy jumped to grandma and mother in front of him and asked, "Tonight, will the village kill pigs?"

When the boy's mother thinks of the fight tonight, she may turn herself into a widow, and her son loses his father and can't stop crying.

But when my grandmother saw her wife crying, she immediately cursed with regret: "Why are you crying? You should be happy. In the severe drought thirty years ago, Lisheng's father was snatching water from Qinjia Village next door. When did the tribe lose food and drink with me and Lisheng? My two sons rushed to go, but they didn't have a chance."

"Now, people from Zhonghai are running to our Donghai to shit and urinate. If you don't kill a few of them, let alone we don't have food, even if the children grow up, can they find a good job?"

"Can our children make a name for themselves?"

"The Chinese Sea Talents will not care about the life and death of our Donghai people. Only the tribesmen can take care of their tribesmen. Do you understand?"

Grandma asked three questions in a row and stopped her daughter-in-law.

Because my mother-in-law is right, as a member of the Zhao family in Donghai, she has always been proud of marrying into the Zhao family. Even if she returns to her parents' home, others will look down on her because her man is surnamed Zhao. This is the pride that the Zhao family in Donghai has exchanged for generations of men, so she had to lower her head and sharpen her knife.

Grandma turned around and looked at her grandson with a kind face and said, "Xiaojun, you are killing a pig."

Xiaojun grabbed his ears and looked at the entire stream in Zhaojia Village. Every household was sharpening the knife and asking: "Grandma, why are everyone sharpening the knife? Is that a big pig?"

Grandma pulled Xiaojun and said, "Yes, so Xiaojun, come here to sharpen the knife for your father."

"Okay, grandma."

As more and more children in Zhaojia Village marry into the sharpening team, the elderly in the village also began to introduce the origin of Zhaojia Village. It is rumored in the local Donghai that the ancestor of the Zhao family in Donghai was Zhao Ding, a famous anti-Jin general.

At the same time, Xujia Village, Chenjia Village, Xijia Village, Huangjia Village and Baijia Village were similarly staged among the six prominent families in the two places. The children helped their father sharpen their knives, and the elderly in the village were promoting the glorious deeds of their ancestors.

No one has ever known the ancestors of the six prominent clans and their relationship with the celebrities and celebrities in history. No historian has ever verified whether the six prominent clans are the descendants of those celebrities.
Chapter completed!