Early the next morning, a team of people came to the Ula tribe. A long line of people winded on the mountain road. Dozens of large trucks came with them, full of things.

Early in the morning, the valley of the Ula tribe became lively. The patriarch Zhamanhan and the clan elders stood at the entrance of the valley early to welcome the arrival of the team.

Among the team, there was a huge ancient beast sitting for one person. The ancient beast was five feet tall and majestic. Walking on the mountain road, the rugged mountain road kept shaking.

It was a young man in blue, with a pale face, deep eyes, and a trace of sickness between his eyebrows. Next to the young man in blue, there was an old man in black standing. The old man had a cold face, a arrogant expression, and looked quite arrogant.

The young man in blue was Wei Li, the young master of Wei Gui tribe, and the fourth son of the leader of Wei Gui tribe. As for the old man in black next to him, he was a senior monk of Wei Gui tribe, a cultivator in the late Dou Zhuan period, accompanied the young master Wei Li to the Wula tribe to propose marriage.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the valley.

At the entrance of the valley, the patriarch Zhamanhan and the clans were waiting here one hour ago. Some tribe members with quite a certain identity in the Ula tribe also gathered in groups of three or three at the entrance of the valley. Many people were very excited and curious. The marriage of the patriarch's daughter is a big deal for the Ula tribe.

Moreover, the young master of the Wei Gui tribe was also the one who came to propose marriage. It was the top 20 tribes in the entire Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance, which was far from comparable to the Ula tribe. To put it bluntly, a tribe leader like the Ula tribe can only be a small person in the Wei Gui tribe who cannot be even smaller.

Some girls' families have longing eyes and jealousy. It would be great if they could marry a noble young master like Mr. Wei Li. Unfortunately, their identities are not even as good as Mr. Jaguli, so how could Mr. Wei Li fall in love with them?

As for the young men in the Ula tribe, their faces were a little dull. Zaguli was a goddess-like figure in the Ula tribe. Is their goddess finally getting married?

The idea of ​​the clan elders is not as simple as that of the young people. All their actions are for the benefit of the tribe. It is almost impossible to marry the Weigui tribe before. Although the only one who came to propose marriage was the fourth young master of the Weigui tribe, it was far from what their Wula tribe could do. Zhaguli was the most talented child of the Wula tribe in a thousand years. The probability of breaking through to the Douzhuo Realm is quite high, and she has a beautiful appearance. She was attracted by the Young Master Wei Li.

The elders of the Ula tribe were quite excited in their eyes. They attached great importance to this marriage. Over the past thousand years, their Ula tribe has been declining and is now at the bottom of the seventy-two tribe alliance. Over the long years, they have not even even been a monk who has fought to change the realm.

If this situation cannot be changed, the Ula tribe will sooner or later be kicked out of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance. At that time, their fate will be extremely miserable. Either they are eaten by wild beasts or become vassals of other tribes, living like a slave.

Zamanhan had a tense face and a serious face. From his expression, he could not tell what he thought.

At this time, the people from the Weigui tribe had already approached. They did not intend to dismount. Instead, they proudly glanced at the people in the Wula tribe. Each of them had no expression on their faces, and they did not look like the ones who came to propose marriage at all.

"Zamanhan has met Young Master Wei Li and Senior Wei Bugui."

Zhamanhan stepped forward in three or two steps, bowed deeply, and said respectfully. The tribesmen of the Ula tribe around him also bowed one after another.

Speaking of which, Zhamanhan was still Zhaguli's father and Wei Li's future father-in-law, but in the eyes of the Wei Gui tribe, he obviously did not take him seriously.

Wei Li just glanced at Zamanhan indifferently, nodded expressionlessly and said, "Well, you are the patriarch of the Ula tribe, go in and talk."

After saying that, he had no intention of falling from the ancient beast, and drove the ancient beast into the valley.

Wei Bugui never looked at the people from the Ula tribe from beginning to end. It seemed that these people could not catch his eyes at all, and walked past everyone with a expressionless face.

The team behind us pulled thirty-four carts of betrothal gifts over, but the servants of the Weigui tribe who brought the betrothal gifts were all arrogant and looked down on the people of the Ula tribe at all.

There was no expression on Zhamanhan's face. He silently watched the group of people walking past him. The ancient beast ran on the ground, raising him covered in dust. He always stood there motionless. Dignity? The dignity of this world can only be achieved by its own strength. Without strength, you have no dignity.

The elders of the Ula tribe were also expressionless, as if they were commonplace, but their eyes were occasionally complicated.

However, many young people from the Ula tribe looked angry. The people from the Weigui tribe are too arrogant. How could they come to propose marriage? Is there anyone like them here to propose marriage?

"Daughter, I'm sorry, Daddy has no choice for the sake of the tribe."

Zhamanhan looked at the backs of the group of people, and a hint of heartache and loneliness flashed in his eyes. As the leader of the Ula tribe, sometimes he couldn't help himself.

"Hmph, Zhamanhan, everything is the overall situation first, don't ruin the good things of the tribe."

A cold snorke suddenly sounded behind Zhamanhan. It was an old man with a half-white head, dozens of braids of all sizes, hooked noses, and very cold eyes. From beginning to end, he was observing Zhamanhan's reaction.

Zhamanhan looked at the old man in green robe and walked into the valley silently.

This old man is a big clan of the Ula tribe, with the highest status and qualifications. Many times, Zhamanhan's words are not as effective as his words.

The elders of the big clan were the most active in this marriage and tried their best to promote it. Being able to marry the Weigui tribe is indeed of great benefit to the Ula tribe.

At least with the protection of the Weigui Tribe, the Ula Tribe no longer has to worry about being kicked out of the Seventy-Two Tribe Alliance.

Moreover, the old clan has been at the level of the Great Perfection of the Yuanshen for more than 300 years. He always wanted to break through to the Dou Zhuan Realm, fantasizing that this marriage would be supported by the Wei Gui Tribe and help him break through to the Dou Zhuan Realm.

"Although Zhamanhan doesn't want his daughter to marry Young Master Wei Li, things have come to this point, and even if he wants to repent, it's too late."

"Yes, don't worry, can he still dare to go back on his word?"

"The head of Zhamanhan has a broad mind and is dedicated to the tribe. He is willing to give up small love and achieve great love."

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The elders behind him said one after another that the proposing teams of the Wei Gui tribe have arrived in the valley, and this matter has been a foregone conclusion. Zhamanhan does not want his daughter to marry Wei Li, but the elders of the tribe cannot help him in the major affairs related to the Ula tribe.

In the guest hall, the host and the guest sit down, but the way of sitting in the lobby is a bit strange.

Wei Li, the junior who came to propose marriage, sat in the main seat of the main hall, while Wei Bugui sat next to him. The two of them occupied the main seat. As the master, the people from the Ula tribe could only stand in the hall, and there was not even a seat.

Wei Li sat in the main seat, took a cup of tea and took a few sips slowly, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then said lazily: "Zamanhan, where is your daughter, ask her to come out and show me."

His language was frivolous, and he even called out the name of Zhamanhan. His attitude seemed to be talking to a servant in his family.

"Young Master Wei Li, Gu Li is in the boudoir, but it is not time to get married, so it is probably inappropriate to come out now." Zhamanhan bowed and said lightly.

"Isn't it right? What's wrong? Humph, I want to see what's wrong. Zhamanhan, you are not sincere. I don't know how many tribes want to marry the Weigui tribe but have no chance. Your Ula tribe has left - shit luck, and you still dare to whine."

Young Master Wei Li's expression became cold and his eyes were quite unhappy. In his heart, he was in the Ula tribe, and everyone had to follow him. This Zhamanhan actually dared to refute his interest. He was so bold.

snort!

A cold snorted sounded from the lobby. Wei Bugui, who was sitting next to Wei Li and arrogant, suddenly released a terrifying pressure. The pressure instantly enveloped the entire lobby and then rolled towards Zhamanhan.

A muffled groan sounded, and Zhamanhan took three or four steps back suddenly. The bluestone slab under his feet shattered inch by inch, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The pressure of a late-stage monk in Dou Zhuang was able to withstand the momentum of a late-stage monk in the Yuanshen period.

If the other party waved his hand, he might be scattered.

The faces of the elders of the Ula tribe changed drastically. They were fine just now, but why did the atmosphere suddenly become tense?

"Young Master Wei Li must not be angry. Zhamanhan is ignorant. The young man will go and invite Gu Li out immediately."

The elder of the clan glared at Zamanhan fiercely, then bowed down and looked at Young Master Wei Li with a flattering look on his face. The Wei Gui tribe not only protects the hope of the Wula tribe, but also his hope of breaking through to the Dou Zhuang realm. There must be no problem with this matter.

"Xiaohe, go and invite Miss Guli." The old clan looked at a maid and said sternly.

The maid named Xiaohe looked panicked. She had never seen such a scene before, and looked at Zamanhan helplessly.

"What? Is the words of the old man in this clan no longer useful in the clan?" The old man's face turned cold, and a severe cold air shot out in his eyes.

"Xiaohe, go and bring the lady." Zhamanhan sighed lightly and slowly closed his eyes. It would be fine if he was humiliated by himself, but his daughter was insulted as a knife.

"yes!"

Xiaohe responded in a low voice and walked out with a look of grievance and humiliation.

"Those who know the times are heroes. Since your Ula tribe seeks protection from our Weigui tribe, you must be obedient. This young master does not like disobedient slaves."

Young Master Wei Li said coldly, his ruthless eyes did not seem to be looking at people, but a group of pigs and dogs.

The faces of the Ula tribe froze. Even those clan elders who flattered them were no exception. Young Master Wei Li actually said such words from the slave on the day he proposed marriage. How could he not treat them as human beings?
Chapter completed!