"Buzz"

The entire altar space trembled violently, and under everyone's gaze, the dragon wrench finger representing the patriarch's status and the cold dragon token disappeared out of thin air, and there was an extra line of clear handwriting on the altar:

The ninety-ninth patriarch of the Cold Ice Tribe: Han Ping, sixteen years old, a martial artist who cultivates as a ......

The entire altar clearly displayed Hanping's message, and then the handwriting disappeared again.

"Warrior,"

Everyone muttered to themselves, could it be that Hanping had already stepped into the martial arts?

The patriarch nodded with satisfaction, this kid will never let himself down, everything is worth it.

The others were also very excited in their hearts, after all, one more warrior tribe would have more protection!

That's right, when Hanping successfully condensed Danding, he had already successfully stepped into the martial arts, and now he is a veritable martial artist.

In the cold ice world, Han Ping, who was still fighting with the blood knife, suddenly felt that there was something more in his body, and when he fixed his eyes, he was startled.

Suddenly, a sapling appeared at the link between his climate and the dantian, so small, so small, look at it again, isn't this a cold ice sapling?

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, confused.

At a glance, there was actually a token on his waist, but only half of the token was made, and the other half was an ice dragon condensed by cold ice, and the index finger of his left hand was actually a cold dragon plate finger directly on it.

"This, this, isn't this the patriarch?

"Boy, do you want to know the answer?, then quickly collect the blood knife, and then go and find it yourself!"

At this moment, Han Ping couldn't feel the situation outside, but a sense of depression hit him, which made him more and more anxious in his heart.

"No, I must restrain myself, otherwise I will go crazy again, and I won't be able to reach it quickly!" This time Han Ping was not impulsive, he quietly felt the rhythm of the sea of qi, fusing the blood knife little by little.

Feeling the changes in Hanping, the blood knife is not good, but there is nothing to be done.

Bing Lao smiled and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Under the cold ice tree, the old patriarch who had done all this finally couldn't support it, and he stumbled and fell on the altar.

"Grandpa, patriarch, grandpa"

Seeing this, Han Ling'er was about to go up to help her, but the cold shiver beside her grabbed her and shook her head.

On the altar, there is only one person who is qualified to set foot on it, and that is the Patriarch of the Ice Tribe!

Han Ling'er desperately wanted to rush to the altar, but she couldn't break free from the shackles of the shiver......

The clansmen watched all this silently, and their hearts were mixed: the old patriarch was leaving......

"Ahem," the old patriarch coughed.

"Child, you must practice the things that grandpa has given you over the years, don't be negligent, and grandpa will not be by your side in the future, you must take care of yourself, cough cough. The old patriarch looked at Han Ling'er, who had already cried into tears, and said gently, his eyes were full of tenderness!

"No, I don't want it, I just want grandpa"

"Grandpa, don't leave Ling'er, grandpa"

"Woo woo woo ~ "

Han Ling'er's voice was already hoarse, crying so much that the pear blossoms were in tears, and the women and children next to her finally couldn't hold back their tears, and in an instant, tears began to pour out......

"Sister doesn't cry, and Xiao Han'an"!

The little guy came to Han Ling'er's side, pulled the corner of her clothes and said.

"Woo woo woo~" Han Ling'er hugged the little guy, hugged the little guy sadly, and buried her head in pain.

The old patriarch looked at all this calmly, and said jokingly: "Shishu, Ling'er's safety will be handed over to you in the future!"

Shizhan hurriedly clenched his fists: "Please rest assured, as long as I have a breath of cold fighting, I will protect Ling'er in the duel, and I will recognize Ling'er as my goddaughter." ”

"Uh, are you an elm pimple?" the patriarch shouted as he blew his beard and stared at him.

Everyone didn't know why, and the second monk was confused.

"Hey"

The patriarch sighed.

"If you recognize Ling'er as your goddaughter, then where is the opportunity for this kid Hanping, hehe" The old patriarch smiled with a grin, but he had a sense of vicissitudes.

"Obey" shuddered and slapped his head.

"From now on, Han Ling'er is a member of my Han family, if that kid from Hanping dares to let Ling'er suffer the slightest grievance, I will definitely pick his skin."

The chills swear to the promise.

"And me, and me"

Stuck in the catch, Gong Rin rushed out, and promised together, it seems that Hanping will go to a strict life of wife control in the future!

If he knew that the elders had arranged things in a few words, he would definitely cry and faint in the toilet, but was he really unhappy?

I'm afraid my heart is full of joy!

Sure enough, Han Ping, who was still pulling the blood knife, inexplicably felt a sense of excitement in his heart!

"Hey," he smirked......

The old patriarch nodded with satisfaction, and then faced everyone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am worthy of my clansmen, worthy of the ancestors of the Ice Tribe, worthy of the Ice Tribe, hahaha" He laughed madly.

"Boy, remember to bring more drinks to the old man every year in the future, old man, I'm waiting to see my great-great-grandson, hahaha, I can help you have already helped, from now on, the Ice Tribe will be led by you......"

"Tree God, please bless my Ice Tribe to prosper and prosper!hahahaha

The patriarch looked up to the sky and roared, and after telling the thoughts in his heart in an instant, he floated up quietly and faced the sky.

"Crackle"

Only a bolt of lightning was seen striking the shriveled body of the patriarch, and then burning in the air......

This is a punishment from Heaven for those who go against it......

"Grandpa, grandpa, patriarch, patriarch" The tribesmen looked up to the sky and roared, mourning all over the field, kneeling down in unison, they wanted to say goodbye to this old man who had worked so hard......

What people didn't know was that a pure power of faith bloomed in their bodies and poured into the old patriarch's body.

The old patriarch's residual consciousness smiled, disappeared in an instant, appeared in the already frozen world, and then quickly entered the body of a young man.

Suddenly, a mark appeared on the seedling of the Ice Tree in Hanping's body, and then the power of faith poured into the Ice World and poured into Hanping's body.

"Ugh!"

"It's so comfortable"

Han Ping felt that there was a warm current in his body, soft and comfortable, so he increased the suction and began to pull the blood knife frantically.

But he was already shocked in his heart and incomparable:

"The power of faith, this is the power of faith, what is the origin of the Ice Tribe, and why?"

He was puzzled, and finally, he was sucked into the sea of cold and flat qi, and when he crossed the saplings of the cold ice tree and saw the soul mark on it, he suddenly understood in his heart, it turned out that it was like this......

The Ice Tree quietly felt all this: from now on, the Ice Tribe will begin to kill the world and go against the sky!

Bing Lao looked at all this calmly, no sorrow or joy!

What has been done, there will be again!

What has been done, it will be done again!