"Bastard, if you reduce the annual grain by 10% of the year, you can send you a tribe and a person to be a slave! Then, will you give me half of the annual grain by the Baihun tribe next time?"

"If they reduce all the annual grain, can you send the entire tribe?"

The patriarch's scolding made Du Jing's face turn pale in an instant.

Seeing the patriarch Ge Xiong punching and kicking Du Jing, he instantly turned into a pig's head, the boys couldn't help but take a breath.

However, Jiang Cheng was in a very good state under the light of the protection of the ancestor spirit totem at this time, but he had a lot of eyesight.

Although the patriarch Ge Xiong beat him hard, he only hurts his flesh and not his bones.

It’s not that the patriarch Ge Xiong is favoritism or is too excited, but that he is disappointed. After all, there are only a few soul warriors in the Geshan tribe.

"You bastard..."

"Okay, Ah Xiong, Du Jing's starting point is good, and it is also for the sake of the tribe, but he forgot the original intention of the ancestor spirit totem to give the battle soul and the meaning of the existence of the ancestor spirit totem!" Grandpa, with white beards and hair, stopped the atrocities of the clan leader Ge Xiong in time.

"Du Jing, do you still remember all this?" The white-haired grandfather changed his voice and asked Du Jing who was curled up on the ground.

Du Jing, who was asked by grandpa, slowly raised her head, and her bruised face was full of confusion.

"Guardian is guardian!"

"Protect the tribe, protect the closest relatives, protect the tribe, protect the weak, protect the honor, protect everything..."

"But grandpa, I am indeed protecting the tribe for the sake of the tribe."

As he finished speaking, Grandpa sighed and said, "Where does the tribe come from without tribe members... Du Jing, think about it carefully!"

Du Jing stuttered her lips for a moment and was stunned.

"Acheng, you were blessed in disguise this time, which inspired the totem of the ancestor to protect the power of the spirit. However, this is also the blessing that your firm and fearless guardian heart has won for you.

You, the Apocalypse War Soul Awakening, have the power of the protection of the ancestor spirit totem that can be triggered by you, cannot even be able to do it, and it will not last too long.

You should go below the Ancestral Spirit Totem pole to bathe in the protection of the Ancestral Spirit Totem, let the Ancestral Spirit Totem protect you, cut off your hair and marrow, temper your body, and heal your dark wounds."

Jiang Cheng nodded quickly. He did not expect that the protection power of the ancestral spirit totem could have such a role.

He occasionally heard adults chatting in the Geshan clan. If Ling Gong induces the ancestor spirit totem to protect the spiritual power, the combat effectiveness of the tribe will be improved to a certain extent within a certain range.

I think that just now, a novice who just obtained the battle soul, was able to defeat the Bai Xiao, who was at the third level of Chengen Realm with one punch, because of the protection of the spiritual power of the ancestor spirit totem.

But then again, the sense of power that surpasses everything is too powerful and too tempting, which makes Jiang Cheng feel extremely eager for powerful power from the bottom of his heart.

It was strange that as Jiang Cheng walked back to the altar and sat cross-legged below the Geshan tribe's ancestral spirit totem pole, the protection power scattered from the ancestral spirit totem pole suddenly shrank, gathered into a group, and gathered on Jiang Cheng's body.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng felt warm all over his body and felt an indescribable comfort.

The limbs and bones seemed to be flowing, constantly rinsing his muscles and bones. Jiang Cheng seemed to be able to feel his tendons and veins gradually becoming stronger under the erosion of the warm current.

The moments of enjoyment are always short.

Jiang Cheng was awakened by the fishy smell that rushed straight into his mouth and nose.

When he opened his eyes, the totem pole of the ancestor spirit that had just emitted a light gray protective light had returned to its usual appearance, still standing proudly in this world, with a different kind of character and desolateness.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, it's so stinking. Go and take a shower!" Song Yue, who covered her mouth and nose, frowned slightly and appeared on the side of the altar, throwing Jiang Cheng a set of changing clothes, but in her eyes, she couldn't hide her smile.

Jiang Cheng looked down and saw a layer of black and shiny oil gushing out of his body. He laughed secretly that such a legendary thing as cutting off hair and cleaning marrow would appear on him and suddenly stood up.

The moment Jiang Cheng stood up, his bones burst out all over his body, as if there were dense thunder sounds.

Song Yue, who had just thrown her clothes to Jiang Cheng, suddenly stopped, and a strange color flashed through her eyes.

Du Jing, who was still standing not far from the ancestral altar to reflect, was suddenly awakened from his meditation by the series of thunderous bone explosions.

"Bone exploding like thunder, the body quenching second level?" When he woke up, Du Jingtuo blurted out involuntarily.

Sometimes young people like to call this realm of inheritance directly the realm of body tempering, but in formal occasions or in the mouths of the older generation, they must be said to be the realm of inheritance, otherwise, they will be disrespectful to the ancestors.

At the end, a look of loss suddenly rose in Du Jing's eyes: "Is this the horror of the Apocalypse War Soul Awakening?

I practiced hard for more than two months, and I was still a little short of reaching to the second level of body tempering. However, the Apocalypse War Soul Awakened One had just bathed in the protective power of the Ancestral Spirit Totem Pole for half an hour, and sat quietly for several hours before breaking to the second level of body tempering!"

As he murmured, Du Jing's eyes were full of loneliness.

In just half a day, Jiang Cheng actually smashed all his pride except his father.

He originally thought that even if Jiang Cheng was an Apocalypse War Soul Awakened, he had been practicing hard for two months. With his hard work, this advantage was not something Jiang Cheng could catch up with.

But in just half a day...

At this time, Jiang Cheng was still a little confused and stared at his hands in a daze: "Is this breaking through to the second level of Cheng'en Realm? So fast?"

At this time, Jiang Chengru was in a dream.

He has seen Du Jing’s hard work in the past two months of cultivation, but he has not yet broken through to the second level of Chengen Realm. This makes Jiang Cheng look forward to this so-called Apocalypse War Soul Awakening Person.

After comparing the totem pole of the ancestral spirit, Jiang Cheng suddenly discovered that he had grown one punch. According to his words when he was on Earth, he was over 1.75 meters tall, and he was definitely a handsome guy.

In Song Yue's bright eyes, Jiang Cheng took a sudden breath, exerted force under his feet, and rushed towards Hunjiang not far away. The whistling wind suddenly sounded.

The scene of rapid retreating beside him, with unprecedented speed, made Jiang Cheng roar involuntarily. The pleasure of gaining powerful power emerged vividly at this moment.

"Thirty breaths."

Jiang Cheng, who was plunging into Hunhe, suddenly popped up and spit out this word that outsiders could hardly understand.

In the past five years, Jiang Cheng has no idea how many times he has taken a bath in the Hun River that passes through the tribe. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how long the water of Hun River is, but the distance from the altar to the river is clearer.

About five hundred steps.

In the past, it took Jiang Cheng's fastest speed to reach Li, but now it only takes thirty breaths.

Powerful, really powerful.

A look of yearning surged in Jiang Cheng's eyes. He didn't know, and he wanted to know how powerful he would be in the future after becoming a soul warrior in this world?

"Brother Jiang Cheng, hurry up. The tribe is going to hold a bonfire celebration tonight, and I'm waiting for you!" Song Yue, who was jogging all the way, said gasping. When she saw Jiang Cheng Jingchi's upper body, Song Yue covered her eyes with a blushing face, but there was a secret gap between her five fingers.

Jiang Cheng in the river pursed his lips, he knew this tradition.

In tribes, every soul warrior is an extremely precious power. In any tribe, every soul warrior who obtains a war soul, he will show and celebrate it to his clan members.

After washing away the dirt all over his body, Jiang Cheng changed into the clothes that Song Yue brought, and was urged by Song Yue to go to the tribal camp on the other side.

Black-faced Shi Tie suddenly rushed out from behind a big tree and grabbed Jiang Cheng tightly: "Brother Cheng, tell me quickly, what is your war soul? What level of war soul is it?"

"Shi Tie, why are you anxious? Brother Jiang Cheng has just awakened his war soul and has not been guided by his grandfather. I'm afraid that even Brother Jiang Cheng himself doesn't know what his war soul is."

Speaking of this, Song Yue Chong and Jiang Cheng smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng is an Apocalypse War Soul Awakener. I guess his war soul must be very powerful."

"Of course!" Shi Tie Chong Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up, and then smiled: "But I still want to know what it is? Do you think Brother Cheng's war soul is a bird?

If it were the bird fighting soul, then the lowest grade would be the top grade of the yellow grade, right?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes. In fact, at the moment when he awakened the war soul, he vaguely saw the appearance of his war soul, but he was not very sure.

All of this specific things will be known only after my grandfather has given me some advice.

Linggong of every tribe is the guide of soul warriors of each tribe.

"Okay, let's go quickly. Look, the firelight over there has been rising. No matter how slow I am, I will be told by my grandfather again." Song Yue pointed at the red light rising from afar and urged dissatisfiedly.

When the bonfire of the Geshan tribe rose and the tribe camp began to become lively, the Linggong and the clan leader of the Baihun tribe in the city of the Baihun tribe hundreds of miles away, but because of the news brought by the Baixiao, all their expressions became extremely solemn and the atmosphere became a little nervous.
Chapter completed!