The Geshan tribe is a pillar tribe, and because the Baihun tribe of the sect leader is extremely powerful, the tribe has not been built, so the tribe members scattered near the hillside facing the sun in the south of Geshan, and usually only protected by Muzhai.

Under the hillside, wooden or stone houses are closely connected, and a large open space is encircled in the middle. At this time, a large number of bonfires have been lit.

The wild deer cleaned up, the boar was roasted by the tribe members on the fire. The overflowing oil sizzled on the flames, and the air began to smell the smell of barbecue, and everyone's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

The news that Jiang Cheng became a soul warrior had already spread throughout the tribe like a bird with wings.

For ordinary tribesmen, the tribe has a powerful soul warrior, which means that the tribe has another powerful force, which can reduce the casualties of tribe warriors again and obtain more food.

But at this time, the grandfather and the clan leader Ge Xiong, who were standing on the hillside, had their eyebrows lightly locked together, and there was no joy on the faces of ordinary people.

"Grandpa, including Jiang Cheng, the number of soul warriors in our clan has exceeded eight. Over the years, the Baihun tribe has never allowed more than eight soul warriors in our clan.

As long as there are more than eight people, the soul warriors of our clan will inexplicably suffer or die in battle. What's more, Jiang Cheng is also an Apocalypse War Soul Awakening One. I'm worried..." The clan leader Ge Xiong's eyebrows were full of anger!

Grandpa's expression was also not relaxed, but with a little mystery, he pondered for a while and said, "What a pity, it should have been an excellent opportunity for our clan, but even so, it is also an opportunity for our clan, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rid of the Baihun clan's enslavement for nearly a hundred years." Speaking of this, Grandpa's turbid eyes suddenly shone.

The shining eyes fell on Jiang Cheng and Song Yue who were coming side by side, and they did not disperse for a long time.

When the ancient and majestic songs sounded, the bonfire celebration of Geshan tribe officially began. Jiang Cheng, who is the protagonist of today, was patted on the shoulder and chest by the man in the clan, and he followed the worship and blessings of Tara.

The girls who were usually a little shy were pulling Jiang Cheng unrestrainedly, and their watery eyes were full of admiration.

Song Yue followed Jiang Cheng tightly like a little hedgehog. If any girl dared to take the opportunity to make a more intimate move, Song Yue, who was usually weak, would rush in like a little lioness, and separate the two of them.

"Thank you for the kind ancestor spirit, and give me a powerful soul warrior to my clan. May the kind ancestor spirit bless me forever!" After accepting the blessings of the tribe, the Geshan clan members, under the leadership of the grandfather, thanked them in the direction of the totem pole of the ancestor spirit.

Thank you, the grandfather waved the bone staff in his hand, and the clans who were still jubilant just now were silent, which was evident in the authority of a tribe Linggong.

While Grandpa waved his hand, a tribe member presented a small bone carving with a wooden plate, which was almost exactly the same as the totem pole of the Geshan tribe's ancestral spirit. Grandpa put it on Jiang Cheng with his own hands after putting on the animal leather rope.

"Jiang Cheng, from today on this ancestral spirit, you can be like a sheep in the tribe, or even like a beetle, without having to participate in ordinary labor in the tribe, and can act freely.

From today on, you can freely enter the forbidden land of the former ordinary tribesmen - the Ancestral Spirit Hall.

Every half month, you can obtain a bamboo tube of ferocious beast essence blood prepared by me to help you temper your body.

Your daily food is no longer limited, as long as you can eat it, you can eat it. Moreover, the food served to you will be the best ferocious beast meat containing essence.

Not only that, if you need it, the clan will arrange people to take care of you... ",

Grandpa's statement made many tribesmen and many years around him look envious in his eyes.

These are the various privileges that Jiang Cheng obtained in the clan after becoming a soul warrior, and they are also what they yearn for the most.

However, as grandpa's voice suddenly changed, everyone's expressions became solemn.

"But you have to understand that privilege also means more responsibility," Grandpa's voice suddenly increased by several octaves. "Would you like to protect the tribe and even defend with your blood?"

"I do!"

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists hard and shouted loudly.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to really understand the famous saying - the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!

The next moment, cheers suddenly burst out, dispelling the solemn atmosphere just now, and a smile appeared on the face that had always been Gu Jing Wubo.

"Okay, let's have a banquet!" Looking at the clan members' cheerful appearance, the clan leader Ge Xiong waved his hand, and the clan members immediately took action and rushed towards the roasted beast meat. They wanted to hand the fattest beast meat to grandpa, clan leader, and Jiang Cheng, the protagonist who celebrated today.

Dong!

At this moment, the deep and majestic drum sounded suddenly over the entire tribe with an extremely depressing sound.

Many excited tribe members were stunned immediately, and some old women even looked terrified on their faces.

Because the drum sound is a warning drum set at the entrance of the tribal village.

Just as the grandfather and the patriarch's face changed drastically, a figure stepped in front of the Geshan tribe at an illusionate speed, and the evil spirit brought with him even caused the bonfire to begin to roll back.

"What an attractive fragrance, it's rich enough! The Geshan tribe is worthy of being the richest tribe in my Baihun Eight Tribes!" A sinister voice sounded.

The moment he saw the person coming, the faces of grandpa and the clan leader changed again, and they all stepped forward and bowed to greet him, "Little Ling Gong has arrived, and there is no way to welcome him, and there is no way to welcome him."

After the two of them gave their salutes, they did not allow their grandfather to say anything. The little Linggong of Baihun tribe stepped forward casually, forcing his grandfather and the clan leader to retreat repeatedly, saying: "Today, I suddenly heard a person who awakened the Apocalypse War Spirit in Geshan tribe. I came to see the second Apocalypse War Spirit in the past sixty years of my Baihun tribe?"

While speaking, his wolf-like eyes glared green and said, "Who is Jiang Cheng?"

His eyes were directly locked on Jiang Cheng.

As the little Linggong of Baihun tribe, how can you not know the customs of Baihun tribes? Looking at the brand new ancestral spirit pendant on Jiang Cheng's chest, you will know who is the Apocalypse War Soul Awakened.

"I!"

Looking at the green and wolf-like gaze, Jiang Cheng raised his chest slightly and stepped forward and shouted.

"I'm so brave. I won't kneel down when I see this Linggong!"

In the hilariousness, a light red light suddenly surged from behind the little Linggong of Baihun, sweeping towards Jiang Cheng like a strong wind.

In an instant, Jiang Cheng felt a force that made him suffocate. The light red light seemed to contain heavy pressure like a mountain, and it was about to press Jiang Cheng's backbone, making Jiang Cheng kneel down on the spot!

Jiang Cheng tightened his fists, and the blue veins on his forehead suddenly collapsed. Under this extreme pressure, a beast-shaped phantom suddenly appeared behind Jiang Cheng. With a wild roar, the banging bone explosion suddenly sounded, making Jiang Cheng's spine that was about to bend suddenly.

The little Linggong of Baihun's tribe suddenly changed his face: "The second level of Chengen Realm? So fast?"

Almost at the same time, the grandfather of the Geshan tribe shouted loudly: "Little Linggong, what are you doing?" The white hair and halberd were opened, and when the red light gushed around his body, he grabbed the little Linggong of the Baihun tribe like lightning.

"Lin E, why bother to worry? I just want to see the Apocalypse War Soul Awakener who was rare in a century. It's really good!"

With a long laugh, the little Linggong of Baihun's tribe turned around suddenly, and the red light that covered Jiang Cheng suddenly gathered and gathered, facing Grandpa Lin E of Geshan tribe.

Seeing that the little Linggong from Baihun's tribe stopped, even if his grandfather was extremely angry, he had to give up.

Feng Qing in front of him is the little Linggong of the Baihun tribe of the Second Pillar Tribe, and he cannot be offended easily.

"Hmph, Xiao Ling Gong is indeed very good at taking care of his younger generation." Ge Xiong snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. The many tribe members of the Geshan tribe were also staring at the Little Ling Gong of Baihun tribe with hatred eyes.

"I wonder if Xiao Linggong came here late at night, what would you like to see?" Grandpa Lin E asked with anger.

Feng Qing, the little Linggong of Baihun tribe, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over the dozen whole beasts roasted by the Geshan tribe, and suddenly smiled and said, "No, Linggong heard that the Geshan tribe is rich, this fall, my Baihun tribe has suffered another disaster. I am afraid that you will misunderstand, so I came to send an order. This fall, your Geshan tribe will be 50% more grain per year?"

The Linggong mentioned by Feng Qing refers to the Linggong Bai Yuan, the ancestor spirit totem pole of the Baihun tribe. A two-pillar tribe like the Baihun tribe has two totem pole, which is generally the Linggong of the ancestor spirit totem pole, and the Linggong of the other totem pole is called Xiao Linggong.

"What, 50%? Then will the people from my tribe live?" Ge Xiong said angrily.

Not only was the patriarch Ge Xiong shocked, but the eyes of the surrounding tribes also suddenly widened.

Feng Qing, the little Linggong of Baihun tribe who heard this, suddenly narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "If the warriors of our tribe have no food to eat, they will eat people?"

"you......."

"I'm just sending an order? If you don't want to, go and ask Ling Gong for argument!" Feng Qing shook the two-pillar totem order in his hand and said coldly.

At the end, Feng Qing raised his eyebrows again and said, "Ling Gong said, our Baihun Eight Tribes have gradually weakened in recent years. In order to prevent the martial arts style, Ling Gong decided to hold a martial arts competition for the Baihun Eight Tribes in March, all,"

As if emphasized, Feng Qing stretched out a finger and said, "All soul warriors under the age of 18 must participate!"

Hearing this order, the clan leader Ge Xiong was about to spit out of fire.

If he still couldn't hear the meaning of Baihun's tribe, then the patriarch would be in vain.

Looking at the clan leader Ge Xiong, Feng Qing said contemptuously: "Why, clan leader Ge, are you going to disobey?"

The blue veins on Ge Xiong's forehead leaped, as if they were on the verge of attack, but were quietly pushed behind by Grandpa Lin E.

"Xiao Linggong, 50% of the annual grain is a big deal for my Geshan tribe. Please ask Xiao Linggong to limit the time to hand over the grain. Don't force it too urgently!"

Grandpa's last words seemed to have some meaning, which changed Feng Qing, the little Duke of Baihun tribe.

"Okay, then the days when you hand over the annual grain from Geshan Ministry will be given a half month. In one month, I, Ling Gong, will come to escort the grain in person!" Feng Qing shouted.

"good!"

When Jiang Cheng saw that Grandpa Lin E almost gritted his teeth and said this word.

Seeing that grandpa agreed immediately, Feng Qingchang, the little Duke of Ling of Baihun tribe, laughed, and rose into the air, leaving.

But just as Feng Qing passed through the Geshan village gate, a red light burst out, as if he was demonstrating. The strong iron wood village gate of the Geshan village instantly exploded into pieces!

"Apocalypse War Soul Awakened, the martial arts competition in March, I am looking forward to your record, hahahaha..."

Feng Qing's long laughter came from the wind.

"The Baihun tribe is too bullying!" The roar of the patriarch Ge Xiong instantly resounded.

Grandpa turned around silently and walked towards the wooden building on the distant hillside. When the patriarch Ge Xiong followed, Grandpa's voice also came from the wind: "Jiang Cheng, come too, let me see what your war soul is first!"

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Chapter completed!