Han Ping quietly digested Bing Lao's words on the side, this amount of information was too large, and he needed to digest it slowly.

Bing Lao stood with his hands in his hands, a dragon-shaped token swayed in the wind in his hand, his body stood straight, his eyes looked into the distance, his eyes were sharp, as if he was about to pierce the void, the momentum of the king on his body bloomed out, directly becoming a picture of himself, the aura of rolling heaven and earth revolved around him, and where he was there was a holy land of cultivation!

How strong is this?

"Mmmm, old man, it's almost okay, don't expose it" Looking at the ice elder who became serious, the Ice Tree Soul opened his mouth to remind, after all, there are still many pairs of eyes staring at the Southern Regions.

"Ahem" Bing Lao coughed dryly, retracted his thoughts, he smiled awkwardly, revealing two iconic big yellow front teeth, and if you look closely, there is still a trace of green vegetables stuck here, which is embarrassing.

The little old man didn't care about this, and looked at Han Ping: "Boy, it's almost okay, hey, hey, hey" He said what the Ice Tree Soul said to him to Han Ping.

"Amount"

......

Han Ping's mind is full of black lines, and he was really shot while lying down, two old naughty boys.

But he still showed a big smile: "Grandpa Bing, always be ready, hehe!" he smiled awkwardly.

"Well, then let's continue" Bing Lao shook his head and said, looking at it and wanting to make people laugh, his image plus his movements, tsk, Ollie!

"Straight to the point," Bing Lao began to get serious, and Han Ping immediately retracted his thoughts and got on track.

"Now that you are a martial artist and the ninety-ninth generation patriarch of the Ice Tribe, you have a great responsibility and a long way to go!" said the Ice Elder with a long sigh.

"You can rest assured, Han Ping must have died for the sake of the tribe, and he has absolutely no regrets!" Han Ping said solemnly, he had already made up his mind in his heart, because the patriarch had really endured too much, just like the old patriarch.

"Within three years, before you are twenty years old, I will see the Ice Tribe become a big tribe," Ice Elder said categorically.

"What? Did you always say it wrong or did I hear it wrong? Three years, big tribe?" Han Ping immediately questioned.

Three years is not short, it is not long, it is fleeting, if he wants to lead the tribe to become a medium tribe, he still has confidence, but the big tribe, isn't this their?

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, because you can't refuse, it's only three years, and you must push the Ice Tribe to the position of a big tribe. Bing Lao's tone was still unquestionable, they couldn't afford to wait.

"Amount"

......

Han Ping was once again full of black lines in his head, and 10,000 wild horses galloped in his heart.

"Life is like a game, but this game is different, you have to play it, you have to play it, you have to play if you don't play, you don't have the right to choose, only the fate of being chosen!"

Han Ping's eyes lit up, life is like a play, is there only a chosen fate?"Hehe!" he laughed to himself.

Bing Lao walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and then continued to look up at the sky, he knew that he would agree.

Sure enough, "Three years later, let the Ice Tribe become a big tribe, and Hanping should go." Hanhei's voice came.

At this moment, he was extraordinarily calm, even sobriety that he had never felt before.

"Hey, little one, don't worry, we have a way to make you successful, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Bing Lao comforted.

"Well, I believe you, Grandpa Bing. Hanping grinned and replied.

"Hey!"

Looking at Han Ping's smile, Bing Lao's heart was mixed, he was still a child! But for the sake of the tribe, he had to step into this competition and go through the test of life and death.

All for the tribe!

Thinking of this, Bing Lao's heart was crossed: "After becoming a big tribe, I will talk about the next step, now is this token" Bing Lao said and raised the token in his hand.

Han Ping also looked at this token, the patriarch token: the tribal dragon token.

"He has the other half, we want you to live no matter what, as long as you Hanping is still alive, you have to find the other half, so that the token is complete, remember, remember!"

This time, Bing Lao's words were trembling, his eyes were full of earnest hope, and he held up the token with trembling hands, waiting for Han Ping to pick it up.

The token has been separated for a thousand years, as if two lovers who love each other are enduring the pain of being in a foreign place.

It's really sad to love each other but not see each other, and not to be together!

"Grandpa Bing, rest assured, as long as Han Ping still has a breath in this matter, he will definitely not forget it, I will definitely reunite them," Han Ping promised to take the token from Bing Lao's hand.

At this moment, the handover of the two people is like the replacement of the old and the new, more like the handover of royal power, and the handover of one era and another!

Abruptly, Hanping felt that he had a little more connection with the token, and what it was could only be explored later.

"What follows is the key to leading the tribe to take off in the future," Watching Han Ping take the token, Ice Boss finally said to Han Ping with a smile.

"Oh, what is it? Is it that the tree god and Grandpa Bing want to teach Han Ping martial arts or guide the tribesmen to cultivate?" Han Ping hurriedly asked, if this is the case, with such a strong person, it is too easy for the tribe to rise, perhaps, it will be a big tribe in less than three years.

"Haha, you kid, you would think, if we can make a move, how can we let the Cold Ice Tribe be lonely like this?"

"Well, it looks like we can't take shortcuts. Hanping thought.

"Now there are a few days before the Chinese New Year, these days you go to deal with the affairs in the tribe, after the New Year, I will take you to a place for a year, are you kid afraid?" Bing Lao asked Han Ping.

"For the revival of the tribe, in order to avenge the blood of the tribe, Han Ping has no regrets even if he dies!" Han Ping replied categorically.

"Bah, bah, bah" Bing Lao spat out, "What can't die, remember, you can't die if you have an old man, don't worry, the Ice Tribe will always be your home." ”

Listening to Bing Lao's words, Han Ping's heart warmed, he knew that if he had something, Bing Lao would definitely be the first to go, this little old man had already regarded him as a relative, and he had no choice but to do so.

As the saying goes, the flowers of the greenhouse are not glamorous. A person who has not experienced the tribulation of life and death cannot become a real strong man, and a strong man can only become a strong man by stepping on the corpses of others.

This is the only way for the strong, and it is also the only way for Hanping!

Looking at the increasingly old Bing Lao, Han Ping smiled, "Grandpa Bing, even if you don't say it, I will lead the tribe to rise, because this is not only your business, but also the business of our juniors, and let you work hard, that is the incompetence of our juniors." ”

Listening to Han Ping's words, Bing Lao still turned his back to him, and his eyes were already filled with tears......

Han Bingshu cast an appreciative glance at Han Ping: "Little guy, remember, in this world of the jungle, only the strong can survive,

Success and defeat, natural selection, the future ice tribe will depend on you, remember, become a king and defeat the king, survival of the fittest!"

The words of the Ice Tree echoed in the Ice World for a long time, and they endured for a long time......