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"Hua Ming, what have you been doing these days? I heard that you haven't appeared in the sea of ​​flowers for a long time!" The figure of Bagh's fat whisper appeared in front of Qin Ming's house, followed by several flower elf attendants , There is a great posture to come to Xingshi to inquire about crime.

"Didn't the patriarch tell you that I don't have to collect pollen anymore." Qin Ming asked in confusion.

It stands to reason that things should be accounted for, but it seems that Bagh doesn't seem to know.

"Why don't you need to collect pollen!" Bagh laughed, obviously not believing what Qin Ming said.

In fact, he happened to be out two days ago. When he returned to the tribe for inspection today, he immediately found that Qin Ming's work record had been blank in the last few days, and he immediately brought people to the door angrily.

"A few days later, I will participate in the tribe contest of the mountain gods event. The patriarch asks me to prepare for the battle. I don’t have to go to work anymore. If you have any questions, you can go to the patriarch to ask. I don’t dare to escape work for a few days. Tell this kind of desperate lie," Qin Ming explained.

"This..." Although he still didn't believe it, Qin Ming really didn't have to risk his life and skip work.

"Go, if you let me know that you are playing me, you should understand what the end is!" Bagh said, leaving hurriedly.

Qin Ming didn't care about Bagh's threat, and now he really didn't need to worry about anything.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Bagh is inferior to him. In terms of status, he is one of the five tribesmen selected by the old patriarch to fight on behalf of the entire tribe, not much inferior to the blue nobles.

After that, Bagh did not appear to Qin Ming again.

Until the opening of the Mountain God Conference.

The major tribes gathered on the top of the main peak one after another.

The reason why it is called the main peak is that this mountain is the largest, standing among the mountains, surrounded by other mountains, gathering the spirit of the four directions, it is like a treasure mountain, the most extraordinary.

The Flower Elf King and some powerful tribes live in this mountain. The Jiading tribe, like Qin Ming, can only live in the partial peak, and is not eligible to enter this main peak on weekdays.

That is to say, special days like today's mountain **** meeting and the starry moon night a few days ago will be open to all people.

Qin Ming's eyes fell on the side of the mountain.

It was a huge and towering black rock wall.

One side of the rock wall was extremely smooth, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Thousands of flower elves hovered over this towering rock wall, sprinkling large amounts of pollen.

In the sun, the pollen shimmers.

The Flower Elf King took the lead, and the group of flower elves behind him floated motionless in the air as if they had been thinking about it.

Qin Ming's gaze fell on that rock wall, looking no different from an ordinary rock wall.

But looking at the pious worship of the many flower elves around him, it was as if the mountain **** was in this rock wall, which made him a little unclear.

This state lasted for a long time before it ended.

Then enter the topic.

One by one tribal chiefs led the five tribal powerhouses to fly out of the crowd.

"Let's go, you guys behave well." Old Linde looked at the five flower elves behind him and said slowly.

"Definitely not insulting one's life!" The few flower elves were firm expressions.

They represent the facade of the entire Jardin tribe. If they were defeated early, not only would they not look good, but even the entire tribe would be embarrassed.

Old Linde didn't expect the five of them to win the final victory. He only hoped that the five sent out could hold on for a longer period of time.

As he gets older, he doesn't have the ambition to compete, and now his requirements are really not high.

Of course, Qin Ming's goal is more than that, he wants to win the final victory and become the strongest in the tribe.

Nigal tribe, the three brothers can finally catch a breath these days.

During the days of being robbed by Qin Ming, their daily workload has risen sharply. Three people do the work of four people, and they often end up tired and half dead before returning to rest.

Fortunately, afterwards, Qin Ming seemed to have found it with conscience, and he never came to look for them again. Only then did they return to their previous workload, which was a lot easier.

"Big brother, look, the Jardin tribe sent that demon!" Sanji's eyes were sharp, and he found Qin Ming flying in the crowd, and said in shock.

Er Ji on the side shuddered suddenly, and now he felt allergic to the word devil, fear from the heart.

Erji and Daji looked at them, and they saw Qin Ming's figure.

Among the strong tribesmen, Qin Ming is undoubtedly the youngest flower elf, which looks a little different.

Some flower elves found Qin Ming and couldn't help but talk in a low voice.

"Which tribe is this tribe, how could he send such a young child to the competition."

"Yeah, isn't this looking for death?"

"What the **** is this Jardin tribe doing?"

Some flower elves recognized the old patriarch Linde who led the team, and they all complained.

After all, the Jardin tribe hasn’t achieved any outstanding results over the past few years. It’s not a powerful tribe. It’s normal for the old patriarch’s inaction to be made fun of.

On the other side, more than a hundred strong men from their respective tribes gathered together and looked at each other.

After a while, everyone will be opponents, and some people with old grievances will provoke each other with their eyes, making the battle between the tribes seem full of gunpowder before it starts.

Qin Ming looked around. Although many of these tribal powerhouses were blue aristocrats, as far as the ranks were concerned, there were no fourth-tier powerhouses, and they were basically the third-tier high-ranking existence.

This somewhat relieved him.

For spirits of the same level, he has the blessing of wind elements and is not very worried, and basically can steadily win.

"Old Lind, long time no see, I thought you have retired and enjoyed your old age." The team of the Nigal tribe was not far from Qin Ming and others.

At this time, I heard the slightly mocking words of the Nigal patriarch, and he made no secret of the meaning of the Jading tribe.

The five powerhouses on both sides are also at war with each other.

The two tribes didn't deal with each other at first, and they still couldn't let go of the grievances in this battlefield.

Seeing this situation, Qin Ming didn't need to think about who would be their first opponent later.

This battle was originally a two-by-two contest between the tribes, one by one eliminated, and the remaining person finally won the title of the strongest tribe.

In choosing opponents, almost always one side initiates a challenge, and the other side will not refuse, even if the opponent is strong.

This is almost an unspoken rule among the tribes at the conference. Rejecting each other's challenge will be regarded as a sign of weakness, and the reputation of the entire tribe will be greatly reduced.

This is obviously not what the patriarch of the tribe wants to see.

"Hmph, Mal, take care of yourself!" The old Lind, who has always been gentle and calm, became rude to the patriarch of Nigal at this moment, and said coldly.

"Hehe, let's take a look, I will let your people be eliminated in the first round." The Nigal Patriarch looked confident, and smiled and looked away.

Old Linde also stopped paying attention to the other party's arrogant arrogance, but everyone could see that his face was not very good at the moment.

"Patriarch, I will definitely make the Nigar tribe look good, don't worry!" As the most powerful player of the older generation in the tribe, Jake said with a deep and powerful guarantee.

He had been provoked by the other party just now, and he was holding a fire in his stomach and could not be released.

"Please, Jake." Old Linde said slowly after a moment of silence.