The Strongest Tribe

Let's just say, such a charter, Fat Master, I'm so measured. "

Outside the wilderness, two figures headed toward the south. Xia Tuo and the two looked like walking in the garden, but their breathing space spanned hundreds of miles away.

There are still a few days before the League of Four Races, but Xia Tuo will not be seen by the three big caves such as Sanzhu and other holes, or the three big caves have the gods and strong people to take action in advance, or set out in advance with Fat Brother.

Fat brother's words made him sneer, and if the fat man was reasonable, he would change his name to Leo.

"There is no charter."

"Properly!"

The fat brother shook his little jade axe and slammed his mouth to kiss him, his eyes narrowed into two lines.

As the powerhouses of the Manifestation of the Holy Realm, the speed of the two is naturally needless to say, it didn't take long to enter the ancient city of Qingteng.

In the past few years, the ancient city of Qingteng has become the most stable place considered by the northwest tribes. As soon as the spirit tribe people are trapped in the ancient forest, they cannot go out. Secondly, the spirit tribe people are close to the wild nature and weak in nature, which makes all parties concerned. Everyone thinks that people from the Spirit Race can act as intermediaries.

In a verdant wooden temple in the center of Qingteng Ancient City, the ancestors of the Spirit Race looked at Xia Tuo and Fat Brother sitting cross-legged behind the wooden table, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

This guy, the territory of the Spirit Race is almost becoming a gathering place for people.

"Yu's ancestor is still in Daxia?"

The ancestor Ling groaned softly, looking at Xia Tuo and asked.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded and responded loudly: "The ancestor of the prince is my senior ancestor of the northwestern land. It is a great blessing for Xia to get the guidance of the ancestor of the prince."

For Xia Tuo's words, the ancestor Ling nodded, but in the depths of his muddy eyes, there was a faint flash of light, all sizes were foxes, and the scene was not open.

He was very surprised, why did the ancestor stay in Daxia and not leave? Not only that, he became more and more interested in Daxia.

The situation in the northwestern frontier is desolate. Although the Spirit Race cannot go out behind closed doors, it is clear. The four uncles are supported by the cave heaven and holy land behind them, in order to compete for the general momentum of the northwestern frontier.

For the sake of good luck, several uncles and Dongtian Holy Land have long been entangled. The problem is that he has never seen the Dongtian Holy Land behind Daxia.

Whether it is Zidian, giant wood, black dragon, the gods of the Holy Land of the Caves behind the three uncles have all appeared outside the ancient city of Qingteng.

This can't be hidden from him, it's just that they and the spirit race are tacit understanding, they abide by the rules and don't enter the spirit race of the spirit race, and the spirit race opens one eye to them.

Could it be that Daxia is the sacred place behind Daxia and feel relieved about Daxia?

This idea was directly strangled to death by the ancestor of the spirit. What are you kidding? Whether it is the clan leader Xia Tuo or the fat man of Tao Zhu next to him, they are not fuel-efficient lamps. Not only are they not fuel-efficient, they are definitely the kind of fuel-consuming guys. .

This kind of guy is the most difficult to control, and there is a guy who has two. If he is a person from Shanhaidongtian, these two guys in front of him will be killed in advance, saving trouble.

Is it possible that Shanhai Dongtian wants to increase the difficulty of the operation and play something complicated?

"Old ancestor, I've been bothering these days."

Then, Xia Tuo said, always coming to Qingteng Ancient City, he feels a little weird. With his cautious and courageous character, he has been meeting in one place several times in a row, but he feels not very at ease. No matter how uncontested the Spirit Race was, it seemed safe.

Yes, it just looks safe!

The spirit race of Qingteng Ancient City, in fashionable words, loves life and admires nature. He also admits this, but he just feels instinctively that it is not good to stay in one place.

As the saying goes, the three caves of the cunning rabbit, especially the four great uncles of the Northwest Dadi are all in one place, if it is taken, then hehe.

Seeing the childlike appearance of the ancestor of the spirit, Xia Tuo felt cold in his heart no matter how kind he looked.

No way.

What if?

But the old man is so kind.

Will not.

"My spirit race people have not participated in the disputes of the border for a long time, and you can choose to meet in the land of my spirit race, and you can consider my spirit race.

It just happens that there is still some time before the next meeting, and you can also spend more time in the city. "

"Okay, let's bother."

After coming out of the Spirit Clan Hall, Xia Tuo chose a place close to the outermost periphery of the ancient city woods to live temporarily, and found comfort in his heart.

For the next time, he was cultivating in the tree hole. When the fat brother saw Xia Tuo practicing, he did not stray in the tree hole, holding the small jade axe and shouting to the little ancestor every day.

Half a year passed quickly, and the tribe masters of Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon, as well as the warriors of Dongtian Holy Land, arrived as scheduled, and the four uncles once again gathered in Qingteng.

Compared with the previous meeting, Master Zidian's improvement was a bit worse, and the aura on his body was still fluctuating. At first glance, there were hidden wounds in his body.

In addition to Long Yaoshi, who came with Uncle Zidian, there was also a guy wearing a golden robe and holding a short spear, whose breath was ups and downs in the Manifestation of Saint Realm.

As expected from Long Bo Sacred Land, the temperament of this golden-robed warrior, and Long Yaoshi are almost carved out of the same mold, and his eyes are about to grow to the back of his head.

"You said that Zidian Clan Lord will not be given to by these two guys..."

The fat brother was sitting cross-legged three feet away from Xia Tuo, with his head down, while looking at Zi Wuxiao, while whispering to Xia Tuo.

"Tsk, no wonder internal injuries."

Xia Tuo was sitting tightly, without squinting.

This time, it was still in the cloud domain of the Spirit Race, surrounded by mist.

Except for Daxia who only came here, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother, the three tribes of Zidian were all three powerful men of the Saint Realm.

In addition to the black dragon faint, there is also a young warrior wearing black armor with a deep mark on the center of his brows, like the third eye.

As for the giant Mu Bo Bu, besides Mu Jiuhan, there is an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face piled up into mountains and rivers. Not long after he arrived, he had already sat there napping.

Xia Tuo's eyes swept around, and the same people around him were also looking at him. His eyes swept across Mu Qingyun and Zi Wuxiao respectively. All three of them were expressionless, and their eyes flashed away.

The people of the four parties looked at each other, and after a long period of silence, Mu Jiuhan spoke out first and said: "Presumably I have seen all the scrolls presented by the three Dongtian trees to all races. We are here to make a contract, so don’t delay. Now, let's start."

call out!

At this time, with a soft sound, a bright light fell to the center of the Quartet, and the jade axe was embedded in the stone on the ground.

This sudden change immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked towards Fat Brother.

In response, the fat brother's fat face was still squinted, his small eyes squinted around.

"What do you mean?"

Mu Jiuhan looked cold, staring at the fat brother.

"Don't be afraid, it's boring. I'm just a worker. My Dongzhu said, you don't put us in your eyes."

Having said that, the fat brother spoke for a while, and said in deep thought: "So..."

call out!

The next moment, in the jade axe, a bright light burst out, facing Mu Jiuhan's direction.

boom!

Suddenly, behind Mu Jiuhan's old man, a drowsy old guy, his eyes splashed, and there seemed to be golden crows and laurels floating in his turbid eyes, and his big old hand grabbed it against the bright light.

puff!

With a soft sound, a bloodstain derives from the palm of the hand that was as withered as a chicken's feet, and then a red light appeared on the old man's arm, and thousands of axe shadows loomed.

Click, click~

The body, flesh and blood, battle bones, muscles and skin, blood water, just like this one piece, drop by drop.

"Do not……!"

With a desolate roar, the old man has a hideous face and horror in his pupils, looking at his already divided body.

Puff~

A cloud of blood mist rose up, and the head was also submerged in the blood mist, and the figures of Mu Jiuhan and the giant wood clan leader next to them involuntarily retreated.

"granduncle!"

Mu Jiuhan yelled, his eyes horrified with panic.

one strike!

With just one blow, he didn't even see clearly what was going on, and his uncle was delayed.

Huh!

The next moment, the jade axe groaned softly, and then the blood atomized by the old man turned into a torrent of blood and water, which was absorbed by the jade axe, and a vague sound of Gudong Gudong sounded, making people creepy.

In this scene, the surroundings were silenced, Xia Tuo raised his eyebrows, things were a little beyond expectation, he was letting the fat man make trouble, but...

"You want to die with me!"

After a long time, Mu Jiuhan, who had reacted, yelled at Fat Brother with red eyes.

The fat brother beckoned and recalled the jade axe with a touch of disdain in his expression.

"Three plants?"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Don't say that you dare to set the standard for the battle of luck with my mountains and seas. This old man alone is not honest. How can you make a godly soul condescend in this old skin? This is your family's tradition?"

Hearing the sound, Uncle Long and the martial artist of the Liujiao Holy Land looked at Mu Jiuhan, with a sense of scrutiny in their eyes.

Play yin!

Fat brother looked around, while the phantom of a small axe in the spiritual world was scurrying around.

"Fatty man, you lied to me, the blood of the old helper is so old that it doesn't taste good at all. I can't hold back the soul."

In a moment, the little axe turned into a little fat man, with a soaring braid on top of his head, and a little bird dangling from side to side under his crotch. The little belly could not be covered.

"Dead fat man, I have lost a lot of money. I have accumulated true spiritual power for so many years~www.readwn.com~ I squandered it once for you, and you will die."

Suddenly, Mu Jiuhan returned to his senses, watching Long Bo and Liu Jiao martial artists look at him, and suddenly secretly said that it was not good.

He seemed to have seen the conspiracy of the three great caves in advance, and cracks had appeared.

The situation froze like this.

The corner of the fat brother's mouth twitched, pressing his breath, and slowly said: "You said it yourself, or I will take this old man back to the cave master."

Hum!

The next moment, between the fat brother's wave of his hand, a beam of light fell on the jade axe, and the soul of the old man Ling Chi was exposed in the beam.

"Stop watching the show, this old man's soul can't hold it anymore."

Ripples appeared in the spiritual world, Xia Tuo was taken aback, and then reacted, the fat man scared him to death!