At dusk, the sun sets, and the tired birds return to their nests. The fat man walked back leisurely while eating the fragrant chicken thighs.

"Hungary, the clan leader is injured, go and have a look!" A tribe who had just walked to the village head and protected the guards reminded.

The fat man glared at his little eyes, quickly put the unfinished chicken legs into the small medicine basket behind him, spread his feet and rushed to the patriarch's residence with Gu Feng Yiruo and the other two.

"It's so hateful. The Canglang clan is too bullying. Let's fight for them and avenge the clan leader!"

"That's right, the Saint Rice Tree is obviously from our Alass, but his Canglang clan actually forcibly occupied it and even attacked and injured the patriarch. We can't just let it go, let them know that the Alass tribe is not easy to bully!"

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As soon as the four of them arrived under the tree, they heard the tribesmen shouting loudly indignation. An older young man saw the Hungarians and immediately shouted loudly: "Hungarians, you are here just right. Let's go to the old nest of the Canglang tribe and kill them to avenge the clan leader and tribe members!"

"Everyone calm down and don't go to the Canglang clan to revenge. The most urgent task is to cure the injuries of the clan leader and clan members."

Seeing that the tribe members were excited and the fat man was also very interested in taking action, Gu Feng quickly stood up and persuaded him loudly.

"Besides, the Canglang tribe dares to attack the clan leader so unscrupulously. We rushed over and couldn't happen to fall into their trap and fall into the trap."

"Who are you!" The young man in the lead stared at Gu Feng coldly and asked loudly.

"Kulak, don't you know who he is?" The little fat man was very dissatisfied when he saw his brother being neglected. "Look clearly, he is the grandson of the high priest Grandpa Gu - Brother Gu Feng who has returned from studying magic after going out!"

"You are Gu Feng?"

Kurak was a little surprised. Seeing him nodding and jumping violently, he grabbed his arm tightly, stared at him with his eyes, begging: "You are Grandpa Gu's grandson, and you will definitely be able to cure the patriarch after returning from your studies, right?"

Looking at the look full of hope, Gu Feng nodded. It was already difficult to get rid of the tiger at this moment. Who made the fat man's mouth almost leak out? If it weren't for the soul traveling through time and realizing the magic, he would probably not dare to speak.

Walking into the wooden house, Gu Feng nodded to the elders and said hello. He came to the bed and looked at the middle-aged man who was closed with cold sweat and suffering. It was Gu Lixi, the patriarch of the Aras tribe. His eyes fell on the huge claw marks stained with red chests and exposed white bones, and a fierce look flashed by.

"My uncles and aunts, please let me go. I will treat the injury to the clan leader now."

Gu Feng's heart was full of anger. The leader of Gu Lixi, who had no children since childhood, treated him like his own son. When he was naughty and beaten, he would persuade him, just like his father. But at this moment, he was so seriously injured, how could he not be angry?

Several elders hesitated, thinking that since Gu Feng was the grandson of the high priest, he would definitely not be weak after going out for ten years to practice. No one in the clan could treat each other, and they nodded and took a few steps back to give up space.

Gu Feng no longer hesitated, and suddenly tore open the clothes on Gu Lixi's chest, took out a bamboo tube from his pocket, poured out a small red pill and gave it to the clan leader. With a bullet in his index finger, a fire snake appeared, swallowing and spitting fire, and slashing through the huge wound like a sharp knife, stopping the blood.

He frowned, flipped his right hand, and the fire snake disappeared, gently stroked the patriarch's chest, and saw the green glow flashing, which was the wood element condensed from the ancient style from the world.

The wood element is full of vitality and has therapeutic effects. Although I don’t know how to perform healing techniques, the therapeutic effect is also very obvious just by relying on the rich, almost solid wood element.

Several elders in the room saw the wound on the clan leader's chest slowly healing, and their eyes showed a look of surprise. They nodded to each other. The eyes of Gu Feng looked at Gu Feng were filled with joy, satisfaction, respect, and emotion, and said in their hearts: I am worthy of being the grandson of the high priest.

Slowly, the huge wolf claw wound on the clan leader's chest completely healed, without a trace of scar, and there was no scar at all. Retracting his right hand, Gu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, quickly took out a few bamboo tubes from his pocket, found an open cork from it, and poured a few drops into the clan leader's mouth.

"Uncle, Aunt, Uncle, the patriarch is fine. He will recover completely if he only needs to rest for a day or two. Let's go out and let the patriarch rest first."

"You are lucky that you are back, otherwise we don't know what to do? The high priest travels around and hasn't come back for ten years. Now you are back, it's great!"

An elder with a small piece of St. Rice branch in his neck was the only elder of the Aras tribe - Elder Uris. He patted Gu Feng's shoulder lightly, his eyes full of relief.

"Yes, Gu Feng went out to study art for ten years, and now he has returned from studying. It is the blessing of our ancestors to Alas."

"Stop talking about this, Gu Feng and several tribe members were seriously injured. Let's go and have a look!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, Barov Aras, the father of the fat man. He was one of the few strong men in the clan. He was tall and big, with a round waist. His every move was calm and calm. His bearded face was full of majesty, which made Gu Feng a little afraid.

It's really that I was beaten too much when I was a child. Ah Pang and him were a guy, and they were naughty and naughty, but they caused Barov to add up the sticks. Every time they had their butt blossomed and they lay in bed for several days.

Only six of the tribe members who followed the clan leader were injured, and they were not seriously injured. Gu Feng naturally cured them easily, and this action suddenly established a lofty prestige in the hearts of the Aras tribe tribes.

"Elder Uris, haven't the Canglang clan always been with us? Why did they suddenly attack the patriarch?"

Thinking of the fact that the surrounding tribes such as the Cang Wolf tribe and the Dwarf tribe had no conflict with the Aras tribe when they were young, Gu Feng asked in confusion.

"Oh, this matter is a long story!" Elder Uris sighed, and deep worries appeared between his eyebrows.

"The Cang Wolf tribe, the Dwarf tribe, the Powerful Demon Bear, and the Flying Eagle, they lived here with us. When the high priest was there, they naturally did not dare to provoke trouble. After the high priest left, the Cang Wolf tribe provoked again and again, but fearing the strength of our tribe, they did not do anything too out of line."

"Things are bad. Two months ago, Cang Yan, the leader of the Canglang clan, accidentally swallowed a spiritual fruit, and his strength increased greatly, reaching the level of a martial artist. This way, the balance was broken. Moreover, the Canglang clan has always been thinking about our holy rice, so he started robbing while the holy rice was about to mature."

"They are so hateful. They not only occupy Saint Milin and prevent us from getting close, but also sneak attacks and seriously injured the clan leader. What's even more annoying is that the dwarf tribe and they actually took advantage of the situation to rob, wanting to get a piece of the pie!"

Chulin, one of the few warriors of the Aras tribe, chanted angrily with his fists.

"The most urgent task is to find a way to stop them from plundering Saint Mi, the Cang Wolf tribe, and the Dwarf tribe from occupying Saint Milin. We cannot let him bully him. Seeing that the harvest is imminent, we cannot give the tribe members the results of their busy year in vain."

Barov frowned, his face as if he was cutting a knife and axe was full of anger, and his cheeks were squirming. He said helplessly: "If someone could communicate with Saint Mishu and delay their maturity, even if he could not regain Saint Miriam, the fruit would not fall into their hands."

As soon as Barov finished speaking, Elder Yuris, Qiu Lin, and several aunts all turned their eyes to Gu Feng. Their eyes were bright like mice saw rice. Gu Feng's scalp exploded and he was so cautious.

"By the way, why did I forget you!" Barov reacted, and patted Gu Feng's shoulder excitedly, and shouted in surprise. "The high priest is gone, Gu Feng, you just happened to be the new generation of high priests of our Aras tribe. I believe the patriarch and the clansmen are very happy!"

"This, I-"

Gu Feng had a headache, and it was okay to let himself cure others, but he asked himself to chant a mantra to communicate with Saint Mishu and serve as a high priest. However, he would not have any mantras at all, and he would not show his strength at that time.

The high priest has a high status and is even above the patriarch, so it is naturally not something that ordinary people can be. In fact, the Aras tribe lacks talents and is good at magic, but most of them are not strong. The patriarch has the highest strength only in the late stage of the mage. This is not counting, the key is that he can't do spells.

"Elder Uris, Aunt Ah, you see I am so young, less than eighteen years old, and have no experience. What if I messed up and offended my ancestors, what should I do? I think I'd better choose someone else."

Gu Feng looked at the few people quietly, and his mind turned sharply, and he had to shirk him no matter what. Seeing everyone's hesitation just now, Yuris said something that forced him into a desperate situation.

"You are a member of the Aras tribe, and you should stand up when the tribe is in danger. Remember, you are the grandson of the high priest and you should be born with courage to take on your responsibilities. Don't worry, we all believe that you can do it well."

"I--"

This is to drive the ducks on the shelves. Seeing Elder Uris like this, Gu Feng knew that if he pushed him back, he would be angry and defiled his grandfather's glory. He gritted his teeth and nodded firmly to the eyes of several people.

"Okay, I'm willing to be the high priest of the Aras tribe!"

"Gu Feng, Uncle Ah, you are not wrong!" Barov reached out and patted Gu Feng on the shoulder with relief, "I am worthy of being the grandson of the high priest, and my tribe of Aras tribe is responsible."

"You see, you are still so big or small. Gu Feng is already the high priest of our tribe, and he is so rude!" Aunt glared at Barov with dissatisfaction, and quickly wanted Gu Feng to apologize, "Gu Feng, don't blame you uncle, he is so, he is used to it!"

"Auntie, how could that happen?" Gu Feng smiled dissatisfiedly. "When I was a child, my uncle often carried me to play. Besides, Xiaopang is my brother. Uncle and Auntie are like my parents. How could I blame me?"

"Okay, okay." Elder Uris waved his hand, "Ancient style, it's not too late. We will hold a ceremony in the ancestral hall tomorrow morning. What do you think?"
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