Monthleiji is a unique beast of the Beihun Mountains.

He is short, strong and powerful, quick-wielding, and extremely capable of carrying heavy loads. He feels like a muffled thunder breaks out during his breathing, so he is called muffled thunder.

What is even more rare is that the muffled thunder horse is not afraid of ordinary beasts. When walking in the mountains and forests, the breathing sound of muffled thunder can scare away some beasts. It is an excellent riding beast in the mountains and forests.

At the same time, Mon Leiji is also one of the symbols of a tribal combat power.

Because it takes time to domesticate and consumes a lot of grass, a one-pillar tribe like the Geshan tribe cannot afford it. Even the Baihun tribe, the most powerful second-pillar tribe in the nearby Beihun Mountains, will not exceed 100 horses.

From afar, Jiang Cheng and others saw several muddy thunder horses approaching the gate of the Geshan tribe like dark clouds, with mud and grass flying under their hooves.

When they saw the several riders and Thunder Ji approaching, the village gate of the Geshan tribe, made of black iron wood, opened early, and the boys' expressions became serious when they relaxed.

Put it into the tribe without interrogation, which means that the nobles with status in the Baihun tribe have arrived.

This is the privilege of the Baihun tribe, the second pillar tribe, on the land of his subordinate tribes - wherever the Baihun tribe goes, it will be smooth all the way!

That's right, the first pillar tribe of the Geshan tribe is subordinate to or under the second pillar tribe of the Baihun tribe.

A group of seven riders, Duleiji, was running towards the group of young men like black lightning. The unique dull thunder sound of Duleiji made the boys nervous.

"I recognize the guy who is leading the guy with a white feather in his head. He is the third son of the Baihun tribe leader, Bai Xiao. He came last year when Baihun tribe urged food!"

"Hahahaha, boy, I have a good memory and can actually recognize me Bai Xiao!"

Before the black-faced Shi Tie's voice had landed, the muffled thunder horse, like a dark cloud, galloped in front of them, and was about to step past the horse, which was so shocked that the young men kept retreating.

Seeing the young men so panicked, Bai Xiao was extremely proud!

Amid the laughter of Bai Xiao, Bai Xiao, who was even taller than Du Jing, suddenly grabbed the horse's belly, and the muffled thunder horse suddenly stood up, and a muffled sound like thunder broke out between his mouth and nose, which made the boys who were approaching him pale.

When the Du Leiji fell back to the ground, Bai Xiao immediately glared at the eyes and shouted at the young men with fierce lights, "Who is Lin Songyue?"

The teenagers who were asked were shocked by the fierce momentum of Bai Xiao, all the eyes of the boys who were asked could not help but look at Song Yue beside Jiang Cheng. Without anyone to answer, Song Yue's position was exposed.

Jiang Cheng's expression was tight, something was wrong.

Songyue is just a girl who is almost fifteen years old. Why is this Bai Owl from Baihun’s tribe looking for Songyue by name?

In a moment of thought, Jiang Cheng took a slightly forward half a step and protected Song Yue sideways.

Songyue's surname is Lin, and it is said that he is like Jiang Cheng. He is a child picked up by Linggong Lin E of the Geshan tribe. However, Songyue was very young when he was picked up, so in name, Songyue was the granddaughter of Linggong of the Geshan tribe.

With the eyes of the boys, Bai Xiao's eyes locked on Lin Songyue, who looked a little frightened, and drove away the boy in front of Songyue with a horse whip and looked up and down.

"Not bad, not bad!"

After a while, Bai Xiao nodded with satisfaction and commented: "That boy from Hu Xiangshan did not lie to me. Lin Songyue is indeed the number one beauty in my Baihun Eight Clans.

Compared to the white fruits of my Baihun clan, it is even more beautiful. What is more valuable is that Lin Songyue’s weak temperament is simply unique, and I feel pity for her!”

Hearing the three words "Tiger towards the Mountain", Jiang Cheng and Lin Songyue's faces changed at the same time, and Shi Tie opened his anger: "Tiger towards the Mountain, this despicable grandson, failed to propose, but he actually..."

The next moment, Bai Xiao had already taken a step forward and grabbed Song Yue's wrist, "Follow me, being my Bai Xiao's female slave is already a big shot!"

The boys' eyes were wide open. At this time, even Du Jing, the only soul warrior present at the Geshan tribe, did not say anything, and there was no intention of stopping them.

None of them knew the status of the Bai Owl in front of them in the Baihun clan, and they had no courage to stop it.

Because they remember that even the clan leader was polite in the face of this Bai Owl.

However, Jiang Cheng suddenly moved.

With a gentle pull, Jiang Cheng brought Song Yue, whose pretty face was stretched out, and thrust his body, blocking Song Yue's face. With a palm, he blocked the Bai Xiao's grab.

"Get out of here, my Geshan tribe members are not what you want to take away if you want!" Jiang Cheng shouted.

After a light bang, Bai Xiao's snatch seemed to have huge force, which made Jiang Cheng involuntarily take three steps back in a row, and then stopped his momentum.

When I looked down, my arms were red and swollen!

Bai Xiao glanced at Jiang Cheng with some surprise, his eyes full of contempt: "Just you? A guy who is not even a soul warrior doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to me!"

As he spoke, Bai Xiao's eyes turned to Du Jing, the only soul warrior present.

"The first level of Chengen Realm? You should be the only Du Jing who was blessed by the Geshan tribe's ancestor spirit totem in the ancestral sacrifice two months ago?" Bai Xiao asked.

Du Jing gusted his throat and nodded quickly and responded: "Yes, Lord Bai Xiao!"

Seeing that Du Jing was like this, Bai Xiao couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled: "One pillar tribe is the One pillar tribe. It's been two months, and he is still at the Chengen Realm level. I think I, Bai Xiao, received the blessing of the ancestor spirit totem at the same time as you, and now it is the third level of the Chengen Realm."

"The third level of Chengen Realm?"

Du Jing and Jiang Cheng's eyes were both shocked at the same time.

Jiang Cheng knew about this Chengen Realm.

Each tribe has its own different ancestral spirit totems. There is a harvest festival every year on the eighth day of the seventh lunar month, also known as the ancestral spirit sacrifice.

The Geshan tribe's ancestral spirit sacrifice is to worship the tall stone pillar in the center of the altar not far behind them at this time, and the natural stone sculpture that was regarded as the ancestral spirit totem pole by the Geshan tribe.

The head of Princess Ling, after using specific sacrifices to worship the ancestor spirit totem pole, then the young men under the age of sixteen in the tribe went to the altar one by one to pray for blessings to the ancestor spirit totem pole.

A very small number of young men with strong bodies and strong will will receive the battle soul given by the ancestor spirit totem pole.

Two months ago, Jiang Cheng and more than 60 young men of appropriate age, including Du Jing and Shi Tie, paid a blessing to the ancestral spirit totem pole on the altar. Only Du Jing received the battle soul from the ancestral spirit totem pole.

The young man who was given a war soul became a soul warrior with high status in all races.

After receiving the battle soul, the soul warrior can begin to practice the battle soul technique from their respective battle souls and begin to temper the body, with different strengths.

In order to show their gratitude to the ancestors, they directly called this process of tempering the body the realm of inheriting the ethics.

The Chengen Realm is divided into nine levels. Each level of improvement will be improved, and the physical fitness of the soul warrior will be greatly improved.

At this time, if Bai Xiao mentioned the third level of Chengen Realm, if it is a fighting soul with the power characteristics, it will have the strength to tear the tiger and leopard.

Looking at the surprised Jiang Cheng and Du Jing, Bai Xiao snorted coldly and said directly: "I won't talk to you. This time I came here to urge you Geshan tribe for food under the order of the leader of my tribe.

Because our tribe suffered from floods this autumn and the autumn grain production was reduced, all the tribes under our tribe allocated 20% of the annual grain. Your Geshan tribe will add 20 trucks of annual grain...."

While speaking, Bai Xiao took out a bone eagle and shook it.

Above the bone carving, two imposing and vivid totem poles are very realistic.

The two totem poles are the sign of the two pillar tribes.

The thing that Bai Xiao held in his hand was called the Totem Order, which was a token of a tribe. It was cast by the spiritual masters of each tribe after communicating with the totem poles of each tribe and using secret techniques. It cannot be imitated at all.

"What, add 20% of the annual grain?"

Looking at the Totem Order, Du Jing's eyes suddenly widened: "Mr. Bai Xiao, this autumn not only did the Baihun tribe suffer from floods, but also our Geshan tribe has also suffered from floods. The autumn grain production has been greatly reduced, and the tribe's food cannot be eaten..."

Bai Xiao was too lazy to explain, so he just sent the Bai Xiao tribe totem order in his hand: "This is my Bai Xiao tribe totem order. Only by obtaining the consent of the clan leader and Ling Gong at the same time can it be issued.

Can you, will your Geshan tribe want to disobey?" At the end of the day, Bai Xiao's expression was already a little cold.

Du Jing was speechless and the boys' faces were also ugly.

Only Jiang Cheng looked at the wooden building halfway up the mountain in confusion, and gently poked the black-faced stone iron.

Shi Tie, who knew it, turned around and ran quickly to the hillside.

This is a major issue related to the increase or decrease of annual grain in the clan. In the tribe, only Ling Gong and the clan leader can make decisions.

In most cases, Linggong of each tribe is always stationed in the tribe, which is the guarantee of the safety of a tribe.

Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled. Why hasn't Ling Gong come forward yet after so long?

In the wooden building halfway up the mountain, a man with a height of more than two meters and full of evil spirits was looking at a white-haired old man with a respectful look, his face full of confusion.

"Grandpa, I must not agree to the Baihun tribe's additional annual grain levy, otherwise, in winter..." said Ge Xiong, the leader of the Geshan tribe, who was over two meters tall.

"Do you think the decision of Baihun tribe to add annual grain is something we refuse to change?"

"Or, you want to give Baihun tribe an excuse to conquer our tribe..."

The white-haired grandfather's simple words immediately made Ge Xiong, the head of the Geshan tribe, sweat coldly, "That grandfather, I'll come forward to respond?"

"No, let these kids deal with it..."

"Grandpa, how can these children deal with such a big thing..."

"I'm old, I don't have much time..."

Grandpa's words made Ge Xiong tremble suddenly, and endless panic surged in his eyes.

In front of the hillside of the altar, Bai Xiao looked at the young men with panic expressions, but showed a hint of impatient expression.

He handed the totem order of Baihun's tribe forward again, shouted at Du Jing, "Do you accept the order?"

Du Jing swallowed hard and spitted, his eyes a little panicked. The order to add the annual grain was too important and involved the life and death of the people of this winter, and could not be accepted at will.

Seeing this, Bai Xiao showed a hint of pride on his lips, and his eyes fell on Song Yue again, "Don't say I didn't give you Geshan tribe a chance."

Speaking, Bai Xiao pointed at Songyue again and said, "Let Lin Songyue be my female slave. I can make the decision to only increase the annual grain of your Geshan tribe."

"Slave female?"

After hearing these two words, many years of a sudden became angry. If it weren't for the six Dull Lei Ji Knights behind Bai Xiao, someone might have come out to fight to the death.

Female slaves are the lowest-ranking existence among all tribes!

When Song Yue's eyes were panicked, Du Jing's eyes flashed.
To be continued...