I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

Zhang San spent a day sneaking into the Anshen tribe and inquired about some information.

An Ji, the son of An Buhuan, Talent, like his father, is very amazing. It is believed that in time, he will definitely become a pillar of the Anshen clan.

"There is no leader in the group of dragons, and the clan must not be without a patriarch for a day. Although we are saddened by the passing of An Lao, but... the Anshen Clan cannot stop, so... Today, we will set the position of the patriarch!"

I have no choice but to wait and see how things change. An old man, you left me with a problem. Do your best and listen to destiny. If there is really no way, I hope you don't blame me... Zhang San raised his head and glanced at me. The sky sighed helplessly.

"Is it done?" An Bushi asked lightly.

An Bushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and he said, "From today, you will take this powder every day and spread it in An Qingxue's Closed Door Training place, and then wait until the fourth day, you will Interrupting her Closed Door Training again, properly revealing some information to her, angering her, and letting her disrupt the selection of the patriarch in four days."

If you know the location of An Qingxue's Closed Door Training, then you can use the experience card directly and forcefully take her away without knowing it.

"Yes." An Gao took the powder, answered and left.

The kitten squinted comfortably and made a "meow meow" sound.

Because the more important the news is, it is often in the hands of a few people, and the Cultivation Base of these "minority people" often goes up in the sky.

In the courtyard, a white-haired old man was holding a spiritual fruit and teasing the black kitten in front of him with a smile.

The reason why An Buhuan was able to use his shabby body to last till now was because of the tree spirit praying for blessings.

It's a pity that the sky is jealous of the talent, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, An Ji died in front of An Buhuan, and now An Buhuan is in the same vein, and An Qingxue is left alone.

"come in."

But, unfortunately, the location of the Closed Door Training of the Delusional Realm boss is not so easy to find out, at least Zhang San can't find out, so he has no choice but to dismiss this strategy.

On this day, he didn't find any information about An Qingxue, only from the conversations of those servants, he speculated that An Qingxue might still be Closed Door Training at this moment.

Within the Anshen Clan, there is an inconspicuous forest, and within the forest, a rather quiet and elegant yard has been repaired.

In fact, rather than coveting the position of the patriarch, it is better to say that it is coveting the tree spirit to pray for blessings.

Generally speaking, the more forward you sit and the older you are, the higher the Cultivation Base.

That night, the elder in the Anshen clan began to disclose to Mu Yuancheng that four days later, he would establish a new patriarch under the Anshen tree.

At present, Zhang San can be said to be in a predicament. In front of the Anshen Clan, the only trump card in his hand is a five-minute master experience card, so every step he takes, he must be cautious and cautious.

But this information is very limited, and it doesn't help Zhang San's follow-up actions.

Suddenly, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and put away the spiritual fruit in his hand. The black kitten also walked to the corner to sleep.

The owner of this yard, the white-haired old man who was teasing the cat, was named An Bushi.

Seeing that they were arguing with each other, someone proposed a good compromise.

That position originally belonged to An Buhuan, but now that An Buhuan has died, this position is naturally vacant.

In the hall, there are people sitting on both sides of a long wooden table. Among these people, most of them are old men with white hair, and the youngest is also a middle-aged man.

Zhang San drank the tea in one gulp, played with the teacup, and analyzed the situation based on the information he already knew.

"Well, it would be great if An Ji was still alive. With his talent, he must have reached the ninth level of cultivation now, and now we won't be troubled by the position of the patriarch."

In the silence, a white-haired old man sitting in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, and his tone was full of doubts.

Originally, An Qingxue was also going to attend this meeting, but it was said that she was in the critical period of Closed Door Training. After comprehensive consideration, no one bothered her to tell her about the recent changes.

After becoming the patriarch, you will establish a deep connection with the soothing tree, get the tree spirit to pray, you can increase your lifespan, and it is also very beneficial to the Cultivation Base.

Time passed, and just like that, two more days passed.

"Haha, I've coveted the position of the patriarch for a long time." A cold light flashed in An Bushi's eyes.

This opinion was quickly agreed by everyone.

......

Some people want An Qingxue to inherit the position of the patriarch, and some people recommend a certain elder with a good reputation...

This old man with white temples was named An Gao.

"Next, do as I say."

"Hehe, the establishment of a new patriarch is something that the Anshen Clan must go through. What difference does it make if it is earlier or later? I feel that if the Anshen Clan can establish a new patriarch sooner, the spirit of Anshen will also rest in peace. "At this time, another old man retorted.

For a time, the wind was surging, and all circles were shaken again and again.

In the Anshen Clan, there is a vigorous old tree. The interior of this tree has been hollowed out, and it has been transformed into a very stylish wooden house with great magical powers.

"Having said that, but... It's been less than a week since An Lao passed away, and we are so anxious to Lixin Patriarch, is it a little too hasty?" A middle-aged man in the back frowned slightly.

This time, Hu Xiaobai couldn't help, so Zhang San took her away.

This wooden house is the highest-level discussion hall of the Anshen tribe.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people sitting on both sides of the long table changed slightly uncontrollably, but immediately, their faces returned to normal.

And the seat at the front is now empty.

As soon as his words fell, a figure slowly walked out of the courtyard gate, also an old man, but the aura on his body was not An Bu Shiqiang.

"It's done. After waiting for four days, you will sit on the position of the patriarch and get the blessing of the tree spirit. Cultivation Base is expected to go to the next level!" An Gao complimented.

As he spoke, An Bushi took out a bag of medicinal powder and handed it to the other party.

Zhang San thought for a while, but instead of continuing to sneak in, he returned to the inn to sort out his thoughts.

"Hehe, don't talk about such unrealistic fantasies. I feel that even if An Ji is still alive, there are more suitable candidates than him." Someone immediately retorted.

That is, let's stop here today, go back and think about who is most suitable for the position of the patriarch. After four days, everyone will go under the Anshen tree and in front of all the people of Muyuan City to decide who is the best. Doubtful patriarch.

In the face of such a major event that determines the development of the Anshin Tribe for an unknown number of years in the future, all the elders actively expressed their views and opinions.