"Um...Xia Qingchen, are you bullying us for falling behind and lying to us?" A bald young man expressed what everyone was feeling.
Xia Qingchen looked calm: "What can I gain by lying to you?"
A group of people from backward troops, what else does Xia Qingchen want to accomplish with them?
"Trick us into receiving training!" The bald young man found that Xia Qingchen was quite reasonable and became a little bolder.
"Haha..." Xia Qingchen put his hands behind his hands and smiled: "You have misunderstood one thing! It's not that I'm begging you, but that you should beg me not to drive you away!"
Who here is not a rebellious person?
As soon as Xia Qingchen's words came out of his mouth, he immediately elicited angry laughter.
"It's ridiculous! Our Hongshan tribe does not rely on the sky or the earth, we only rely on ourselves, and we never ask for help!" Three strong men with extremely strong bodies and dark skin walked out of the team and said: "Who are you, asking us to ask for help from you?
"
No matter how famous Xia Qingchen is, they can't ask for anything from him!
"I don't know what to say! We came here to participate in the training in disgrace. He didn't treat us well, and even told us to beg him! Let's go, so will our Qiuyin tribe!"
"Haha, the Black Ape Tribe will not accompany you!"
"Farewell to the ancient Kong tribe!"
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One stone caused thousands of waves, and the Hongshan tribe took the lead in leaving, immediately causing a large number of people to leave.
In just a short while, four hundred people were gone.
Including the 100 people who left before, there are only 500 people left on the field!
The remaining people are also hesitant and their will is not firm.
"If you want to leave, leave as soon as possible." Xia Qingchen looked at the remaining troops. The bald man frowned and said: "The mysterious high-grade martial arts you mentioned are true or false."
"True!" Xia Qingchen said briefly.
"Can you tell us what kind of martial arts we practice together?" Bald Man left with intention.
He couldn't believe that someone was willing to take out a book of extremely precious Xuan-level high-grade martial arts and give it to a group of tribesmen to practice.
"I don't have the martial arts skills you practiced together," Xia Qingchen said.
The remaining five hundred people were in an uproar again.
"What the hell are you doing? One moment it's there, the other moment it's not. Are you kidding us?"
"I knew he was talking nonsense!"
"Damn, you're wasting my feelings!"
Everyone was chirping, complaining, and got up and left.
However, Xia Qingchen added unhurriedly: "I can't produce the martial arts that five hundred people have practiced together, but I can produce the martial arts that fifty people have practiced together."
What?
Instead of being quiet, the excited crowd became even more noisy?
"Fifty people have one copy. Doesn't it mean that they have to produce ten copies of Xuan-level high-grade martial arts? Isn't this impossible?"
"As expected of someone from Liangzhou, he really knows how to brag!"
"I don't believe even one of them, let alone ten of them?"
Many second-class families only have one copy of Xuan-level high-grade martial arts. Ten copies are the standard for first-class families.
But let a first-class family take out all the ten treasured books and donate them selflessly to others, unless that family wants to destroy itself.
Without saying a word, Xia Qingchen took out a white scroll and threw it on the ground: "Visibility Xuan level high-grade martial arts "Wanli Yun"."
Immediately, another scroll was thrown on the ground: "Disguised as a mysterious high-grade martial art "Dream Seal"."
Then, the third volume, the fourth volume, and even the eleventh volume.
He subconsciously prepared to throw away the eleven volumes, but took them back: "Well, there are only five hundred people left, ten volumes are enough."
The whole place fell silent. The bald young man picked up the "Dream Seal" with disbelief and opened it with a critical attitude.
He didn't believe that the ten volumes on the ground were really Xuan-level high-grade martial arts. As he flipped through them, he hummed: "Don't think of our tribesmen as fools. I have seen Xuan-level high-grade martial arts and can tell them apart.
It’s definitely fake…”
His words came suddenly, with lines of exquisite words coming into view, and he stammered: "Fake... is it fake? Why doesn't it look like it's fake?"
Um?
The others gathered around and each picked up a book to read.
With the sound of the scroll being unrolled, there were sounds of surprise one after another.
"This is a high-grade Xuan-level martial art! Look at the route, the unique training method, and the marks in the martial arts. It is definitely a high-grade Xuan-level martial art!"
"Mine is also a high-grade Xuan-level one!"
"This one too!"
"Oh my god, these are really Xuan-level high-grade martial arts. This is mine, don't take it away!"
"Damn it, why should I give it to you? I have a share too!"
"That one is mine!"
"Brothers, grab it! Whoever grabs it will get it!" The bald young man had the "Dream Book" taken away from his hand. His eyes immediately turned red and he yelled, calling on his tribe to fight for it.
As soon as this statement came out, the tribesmen who had maintained restraint on the outside immediately became agitated and joined in the fight one after another.
The situation suddenly lost control and turned into a battle of martial arts.
If not, it might even turn into a scene of cannibalism.
At the critical moment, a palm print shot up into the sky, and the powerful oppression made the air buzz, overwhelming everyone's voices.
They all trembled and covered their deafening ears in pain.
When the palm prints dispersed and the world returned to tranquility, only Xia Qingchen's voice remained: "You have seen the martial arts skills! Now, the second thing is to obey the order."
He stepped towards the bald young man, who trembled in his heart and quickly grasped the "Dream Book" he grabbed back, saying: "I, I, someone else snatched it from me first."
Xia Qingchen's eyes showed indifference: "You and the people in your tribe have been expelled!"
Being unruly is an attitude and can be suppressed under strict rules.
It is human nature to be afraid of chaos and no one can change it!
If you leave him here, disaster will happen sooner or later.
The bald young man was shocked and said: "But someone else obviously snatched it from me first."
That was indeed the case, but it was he who caused the situation to get out of control.
"Come here, expel their tribe!" Xia Qingchen said calmly.
Some tribesmen are still hesitant. They have never served as soldiers and are naturally not accustomed to obeying orders from outsiders.
There was a tribesman who looked a little thin. Hearing the sound, the five people stepped forward and surrounded the bald young man: "Get out of here immediately!"
The bald young man was not afraid of them, he was afraid of Xia Qingchen.
"Please give me another chance. I will change my ways. I will definitely obey your orders and don't drive our tribe away." The bald young man almost begged.
Xia Qingchen was too lazy to say another word, grabbed the scroll back in his hand, and turned around indifferently.
The five tribesmen who obeyed the order immediately stepped forward and pushed them away from the crowd.
"Xia... Sir, we have been expelled." Among the five young people, the one who emerged was a short man with dark skin and very slim.
Their tribe was originally not within Bai Zhantian's selection range, but the elders of the tribe interceded and allowed several young people in the tribe to go out for training and earn some money back.
Unlike other tribes, their tribe is not only poor, but also extremely weak, with few strong people.