The "ping-ping-pong" fighting within the tribe can naturally attract others' attention.

The sound of more than a dozen shouting and roaring and weapons interchanging could be heard for hundreds of meters, and the tribe was filled with a large population. After a sound, it naturally attracted many people to stop and watch.

For a moment, people pointed at the place.

"Didn't Wang Man be released from prison a few days ago? What does it mean to find fault again? He also brought more than a dozen warriors, which is a bit bullying." People in the tribe are straight-hearted. When there are few people, they may not dare to speak because of fear, but when there are many people, the tribe is "not so good at being a human being."

They all started to squirt at Wang Yan.

"The little guy is usually a good person, and Wang Qing is also very helpful to his neighbors. He used to be unpretentious. I don't know why the dogs always like to bully them. It's okay if you make noises, but you're still here to the door?"

"No, more than a dozen tribe warriors don't go hunting and come to bully the children? They still seem to be unable to beat them when they look like this. They are so funny."

"Haha, yes, I think this little guy has the ability of his father. He is so powerful at such a young age. Could it be that he is born with divine power?"

"Look, I beat another one over! I bet on ten stone coins, and Wang Man won!"

The tribal residents are straight-hearted and now they are surrounded by a group of people talking and talking, some are gambling, some are watching the fun, and some are picking up wooden sticks to come forward to help. The scene is a mess.

As the number of soldiers surrounded him, more and more people were fighting, and more and more felt that the momentum was wrong. Originally, Wang Man could not be able to beat even if he practiced his strength for more than ten days and added the "Crazy Ancient Sutra". However, now these soldiers were all weakened by others, and their momentum was weaker.

Once the momentum is weak, his efforts will be slower. After a few momentum, he can't catch Wang Man even more.

Then the more I couldn't catch it, the more people gathered here, and it became completely lively in a short while.

A few minutes later, even people from a thousand meters away were attracted.

In the distance, an old man with white hair was wandering in the tribe. Walking next to him was a seven or eight-year-old boy. The boy followed the old man with a respectful look on his face. If Wang Man was here, he could recognize the boy at a glance as one of his former playmates - Wang Lin.

The boy who was once even tightest and now the proudest.

At this moment, he followed the old man in front of him, as he was as obedient as he had followed Wang Man. Obviously, he was a boy who knew how to judge the situation.

The old man was walking around the tribe, and suddenly a noisy sound came from the other side.

"What's going on?" The noisy and cheering voice made the other side seem noisy, and the old man obviously had no clear destination for wandering around the tribe, so he was quickly attracted.

"I don't know, the teacher should be doing some gathering activities in the tribe. There are many small gatherings like ours." Wang Lin looked at the old man's face and then said with a guess: "I'll help you take a look."

"It's okay, let's go together." The old man waved his arms, and then walked towards the place where the crowd gathered.

Crowding through the crowd, the people in the tribe who wore animal skins were born fear of people wearing cloth clothes. Although the old man was wearing mashi, he was obviously respected by these people. As soon as he arrived, he automatically made a gap and let him see the situation in the battle circle.

"Oh? More than a dozen men beat a child? When did our Wang tribe make such a rule?" When he entered the crowd and saw the situation inside, he immediately frowned. Then after looking at it for a few seconds, he found that the child was not at a disadvantage under the surroundings of more than a dozen men. Although there were no moves to advance and retreat, his strength was very strong. He jumped out and turned around. The formation was much stronger than that of ordinary adults.

"Born of divine power?" The old man immediately showed an interesting look.

Seeing the old man's expression, Wang Lin felt worried and hurriedly explained: "This young man is my friend, named Wang Man. He was demoted to a slave because his father stole the secrets of cultivation in the inner palace..."

"Is it the storm a year ago..." The old man nodded when he heard this, and his brows frowned even deeper-but even so, it was hard to hide his strong interest in Wang Man on his face.

After thinking for a long time, the inner middle also fought for a long time. When the old man was in full swing on the court, he finally spoke out: "Everyone inside, stop!"

Although the old man's appearance was aging, his voice was particularly loud, and his eardrums were shaking. In this shock, everyone shut up. Even the soldiers who were fighting happily in the field stopped and looked here.

"You are..." Just as Wang Man was shocked and started to breathe heavily and was stopped when he was about to be arrested, Wang Yan stared at the side with an unpleasant look on his face, "Are you... a teacher in the inner palace?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, then pointed at Wang Man, "What did this child do? It's worth more than a dozen tribal warriors coming to arrest?"

"Isn't it enough to arrest me if I am sneak attacking the chief manager like this?" Wang Xian pointed to his face and said, "I am all given by this young man. As a slave sneak attacking the chief manager, isn't this a death sentence?"

"Wang Yan, you fart. My child has never left his house these days. You asked him to go up the mountain before. How could he, a child, cause you that kind of injury?" Wang Qing has been by his side since Wang Yan came to arrest people. She had been fighting with more than a dozen big men before, but she couldn't get into the circle at all. Seeing that both sides stopped, she immediately ran up and hugged Wang Man with red eyes.

"The wound on your face was obviously burned by poison. How could he, a child, have such a method?" Wang Qing shouted, and the tribal civilians who could not see him around him also said, "That's right, the black thing on your face is obviously made of poison. What's the use of a child!"

"Well..." Hearing everyone's words, the old man nodded, then looked at Wang Man taking out a piece of gold from his waist and threw it to Wang Yan's feet in the air. "I don't care who caused the injury on your face, but since he is a slave, then this piece of gold will be regarded as my cost of buying him, so he is my private property now. If you want someone to take revenge, either take out evidence of his injury, or follow the rules of the tribe and tramples me here."
Chapter completed!