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Seeing the dolls of the tribe gathered in front of him, Qing Yanghuan threw a straw basket woven of withered grass on his back to them, which contained some wild fruits that he had picked along the way.

Suddenly, these little dolls began to scramble, such a scene Qing Yanghuan has also encountered, when he is so old with these dolls, whether it is his father, eldest brother, or some uncles in the tribe when they go out hunting, they will bring him some wild fruits back.

At this moment, looking at the snot babies' play, he felt in a trance that he had grown up, in fact, in the great wilderness, thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys had already begun to participate in the conquest of the tribe.

One by one, the snot babies grabbed the wild fruits, and followed Qingyang Huan into another valley in the mountain range, speaking of which this mountain range is the foundation of the entire Qingyang clan.

In this valley, there is the ancestral tomb of the Qingyang clan, the ancestral hall, and all the inheritance of the Qingyang clan for two thousand years is placed in the ancestral hall, where there are clan elders sitting day and night.

Moreover, the most powerful clan protection war beast of the Qingyang clan, Qingyang Xuan, is sleeping in the depths of the valley, this is a heterogeneous fierce beast that is even stronger than his father, and now it is the third generation of Qingyang Xuan sleeping in the depths of the valley.

Two thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Qingyang clan took advantage of the chaos of the vast land and rose up, followed by a heterogeneous Qingyang Clan.

This is the bloodline descendant of the Great Fierce True Dragon, the legend of the Great Fierce True Dragon's existence, even if a trace of blood remains, it is enough to prove the strength of the Qingyang Fierce Dragon sleeping in the depths of the valley.

The reason why it is said that this is the third generation of Qingyang Qiang, the longevity of the fierce beast far exceeds that of the human race, but after all, now the Qingyang Clan has been established for two thousand years, and the Qingyang Fierce that followed his ancestors to fight two thousand years ago has already been seated.

However, the old calf that followed the ancestors at the beginning brought back a small calf before sitting, and this little calf later brought back a small calf before sitting, and became the guardian war beast of the Qingyang clan, and it was passed down from generation to generation.

"Old Uncle Ancestor, this is the fierce beast that was hunted today. ”

Entering the mountain range, Qingyang Huan didn't care about those snot babies, and said to an old figure who had just come out of the majestic stone hall.

"Xiao Huan is back, the old man takes a look, yes, red-eyed, bifurcat, this is a golden-scaled leopard, they are all fierce beasts at the peak of the casting body, it seems that it won't be long before our Xiao Huan will be able to hunt the fierce beasts of the Divine Hidden Realm!"

The old man smiled and dragged three fierce beasts the size of several zhang from Qingyang Huan's hands, although he was old, his strength was not small, and he dragged him directly towards the main hall.

This hall is the clan hall of the Qingyang clan, in fact, this hall is very deep, more like a stone shed built with huge stones, which is a mile deep.

"Old guys, take advantage of the fact that the blood of these three beasts has not yet been discharged, hurry up and peel off the skin and cramp and absorb the blood. ”

With the greeting of the old uncle, several old figures came out from the depths of the hall, although they were old, but the skeleton was still very tall, and it did not look rickety.

"Xiao Huanzi is back, the little guy who cried in the old man's arms back then is now our Qingyang's hunting master, not bad!"

"I'll just say that Xiao Huanzi is a good seedling!"

"The little guy used to pee in the old man's arms, and now he's grown up. ”

Qingyang Huan listened to the words of several old men, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, but he didn't speak, after all, the old men were telling the truth.

"Whew...... Brother Huan actually peed in the arms of the ancestor. ”

"It turns out that you are such a brother Huan. ”

Suddenly, a group of dolls shouted one after another, and there was excitement in their eyes, not allowing Qingyang Huan to think that tomorrow these dolls would spread his glorious deeds throughout the tribe.

"You little, you think it's going to be so good. ”

For the shouts of the little babies, the old people laughed and scolded.

"Coupled with the stripped blood of these three heads, it is enough to baptize a group of cubs first. ”

The old uncle spoke again, not far from Qingyang Huan, there are hundreds of stone jars chiseled out of bluestone in a row, obviously the years are not short, the entire stone jar has been polished to a bright shine, and the inside is immersed in a thick blood, these stone jars are the place where the doll in the clan was baptized before the beginning of the martial arts.

Qingyanghuan is no exception, and there is also a stone jar he squatted in.

Seeing that the old people happily cut the scale armor of these fierce beasts and took out the precious blood, Qingyang Huan looked back and saw that the head was outside the hall, and the cat looked at the large number of dolls in the hall, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he followed him out of the main hall.

"Run, Brother Huan is angry!"

Suddenly, a snotty baby yelled, and the little body turned around and ran.

"Don't, I still have to go home for dinner, and my aunt is going to spank me when it's late!"

The doll that was picked up by Qingyanghuan kept kicking off the ground with her feet off, struggling to run.

"This time, Auntie won't beat you, and will give you meat to eat, as long as you are obedient. ”

At this moment, Qingyang Huan was not ruthless in the manglin, but he had a seductive look.

"Really, Brother Huan, you don't lie to me. The little baby was suspicious.

"I really don't lie to you. Qingyang Huan said with a smile.

After a burst of howling, none of the more than ten dolls escaped, all of them were caught by Qingyanghuan, and one by one was planted in a tank.

At this moment, these dolls looked excited, but also timidly shrunk in the tank, Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with cunning eyes, and finally let these little guys who have been watching the excitement bear a little lesson, the initial blood and qi into the body is not easy, there are times when they shout to the sky.

Finally, night fell, and in the valley where the ancestral hall was located, there were bursts of wolf-like howls, and the dolls screamed, and it took a long time before it fell.

In the next few days, Qingyang Huan dragged the fierce beast back to the tribe after sunset every day, and the dolls watched him from afar, and when he got closer, he ran away, obviously bathing in the blood essence in the stone jar was not fun.

Three months later.

One hundred and thirty miles southwest of the Qingyang tribe, in the middle of the forest.

Call!

Suddenly, on top of the ancient tree ten zhang away, a hanging thick vine moved, like black electricity tearing through the sky.

"Slash!"

However, at this moment, a low cry and blood-colored streamer swept across, directly sweeping away the black shadow that tore through the sky.

Immediately following without stopping, the blood light on the copper spear flowed, and the three-foot spear light circulated on the tip of the spear, condensing but not dissipating, directly distorting the void.

"Break the Sky!"

Qing Yang Huan's big hand held the bronze war spear and stabbed it directly, and his whole body suddenly approached the black shadow, and the bronze spear suddenly pierced into the black shadow.

Where is this vine, it is clearly a black spotted python!

The black python, which was two feet long, was directly pierced into the eye by the bronze war spear, and the blood mixed with ** burst out at once, and it was completely lost without the slightest counterattack.

Broken Spear Method!

After three months of reckless grinding, at this moment Qingyang Huan had already palmed the two-style spear, looking at the black-veined python nailed to the earth, and followed his big hand to grasp it, absorbing its blood and qi like a tidal wave.