Chapter 421： Dont be so pessimistic! (2/2)

”What's the plan?”

Yan Hingxing calmed down his shock, his expression a bit bitter, ”Once the Fengling Clan launches a general attack, I can only do my best!”

”Desperately...”

Su Lang hesitated to ask, ”My lord has the combat power of a high-ranking martial god, facing the saint, how long can he resist?”

”I have a broken high-level defensive soldier, which may be able to withstand Huangfu Qin's tricks.

But it was impossible to escape. I could only rely on the defensive soldiers before the battle began, threatening the lives of the residents of the main city of the Fengling tribe, and confronting Huangfuqin.

In fact, this is a stubborn resistance and a dying struggle. I have almost seen my future fate. ”

Yan Xingxing said with a dim expression, ”Su Lang, you are one of the best geniuses of our human race.

After the start of the war, Blue Star could not be able to defend it. You protect yourself from your stronghold, and hope that there will be a comeback. ”

”Master Yanxingxing, you don't have to be so pessimistic!”

The corner of Su Lang's mouth twitched, revealing a touch of confidence, ”I have a way to save Blue Star, save Human Race!”

”what!?”

Yan Hengxing raised his head in astonishment and looked at Su Lang incredulously.

This descendant of Human Race actually said that he can save Blue Star and Human Race?

This is a joke, he can only go to death as a warlord, what can Su Lang do?

Yan Hingxing stared at Su Lang, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: ”By the way, you have made a foreign master, do you want to ask a foreign master to take action?

The existence of the suspected Pill Saint will certainly have many Valkyrie to indulge, and if he takes action, it may really relieve our Blue Star's crisis.

However, the temptation of Blue Star is too great, and we can't escape for a while.

Those foreign masters you invited will eventually become the murderers of the Blue Star human race.

However, if we do not invite them to take action, our Blue Star can't even struggle...”

Yan Hengxing finished speaking, then looked at Su Lang with a glimmer of hope.

”That, Master Yanxingxing.”

Su Lang's expression was stagnant, and the corners of his mouth twitched, ”Actually, the alien pill **** is myself, I can't invite a foreign **** of war to help the human race.”

Hearing this, Yan Hingxing's face was instantly dull: ”What did you say? You are the pill god? How is it possible? Our human race only has Yun Yemeng as a pill god!”