Before the person appeared, Song Yong was shirtless with the gangsters and others, pulling a thick vine vigorously, trying to pull a tree root out of the ground.

That old tree must be some years old.

After putting on the five pack oxen, there was no way to pull them out of the ground, so Song Yong and the others directly stepped forward to help, intending to forcibly pull them out.

The roots of the tree were pulled out, and after Song Yong was covered with stinky sweat, he simply went bare.

In this way, Song Yong looked covered in dust and stinky sweat, and his dirty appearance was no different from that of hooligans and other dirt buns.

It's not like a witch lord with a noble status who never does it himself......

With the help of the still bright sunshine, Song Yong saw the situation of the people who came.

It was a group of more than 30 people, with men and friends, old and young.

The oldest of them were three old men and an old woman, their hair was sparse and silvery, and they even looked a little older than the original red cypress.

The youngest three or four are all half-grade cubs.

At the same time, among these thirty or so people, it is obvious that they are divided into two different classes.

Among them, men with big shoulders and round waists and various bronze weapons accounted for more than half of the number.

However, after looking around, Song Yong was sure that these twenty or so men were all powerful totem warriors, and the one headed by them was a little stronger than the gangsters.

It's just that they were originally arrogant, after discovering the huge giant turtle hairy head.

Immediately, he became nervous, and his defensive posture was obviously strengthened.

And the old man and the old lady, the half-sized cub and other relatively thin and weak dozens, but they seem to have a higher status.

Because they were obviously guarded by these totemic warriors with extreme care, and even at such times, there was condescending scrutiny in their eyes.

It's just that no matter which class of characters in this eccentric team, they are all dressed quite well.

Even in a hurry, these people looked a little tired.

But the clothes he wore were at least a complete set of linen robes, or even fine and expensive silk weaving.

Many tribal leaders in the southwest region are also shabby compared to them.

Combined with their dress, as well as the situation of asking for directions before.

In Song Yong's mind, a thought immediately flashed: "There is a great possibility that these people are reinforcements sent by the Sect Sangle Sect of Chibai's master. ”

The thing is, it's been so long.

These reinforcements are long overdue, can they have a role of wool?

If they had come in time, maybe the respectable Lord Akashiwa would not have suffered that unexpected result.

After thinking of this, Song Yong didn't like these people so much.

Of course, as a modern plane and a famous Internet celebrity food stall owner in Shenzhen, Song Yong has dealt with a relatively rich number of characters.

He didn't show his unhappy expression.

Instead, I tidied up first, and after some dirty and messy clothes because of work, I quickly put them on my body, freeing myself from the unsightly image of being shirtless.

Then, he showed the kind kind smile he faced with the customer, and said with a bow in his hand:

"Disciple of Baoqing Academy, leader of the Southwest Regional Tribal Alliance, contemporary witch of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, I have seen all my colleagues. ”

"This trip to the Chibai tribe, there is still a difference of three days in the southwest direction, just walk directly along this wide road; Daben Chibai has a good relationship with my gray rabbit tribe, why don't you please rest in the gray rabbit tribe tonight?"

Sure enough, Song Yong's guess was correct.

Although Song Yong bowed his hand and greeted him a little strangely, the so-called witch sect of Baoqing Academy, as well as what the tribal alliance was, all made people confused.

But the man in front of him, who disregarded his identity as a witch and worked by himself, was a genuine witch, and people could still understand it.

The identity of the witch, that is that no one dares to pretend, they have no doubt about this.

Then then the situation is not happy.

Even if the goods in front of him are just a local bun witch in a remote area, he is also a figure who is theoretically qualified to be on an equal footing with them.

Besides, when they came all the way, they didn't enter any tribe to rest because they were worried about safety.

Often, after asking the road on the road, I leave in a hurry, which can be said to have suffered enough.

Now I can rest in a cave of a serious tribe and eat a little better food.

It's far better than them sleeping in the wild, eating dry, tasteless jerky, and sleeping directly in the field at night.

For this reason, when the guards who came bowed in return.

Those who were obviously the witches of the Sang Le Sect, after several old men glanced at each other covertly,

One of the old men, while saluting Song Yong in return, said:

"Sang Shi, the current sect leader of the Sang Le Sect, has seen the Gray Rabbit Lord with the Sang Le Sect, so tonight, it will trouble the Gray Rabbit Tribe, and the Gray Rabbit Lord. ”

After saying that, they seemed to let down their guard a little and slowly approached this way.

Because they knew early on that the Chibai tribe where their disciple Chibai was located was the only big tribe in the southwest region of Lei Yeze.

Forgive this gray rabbit and the gray rabbit, which is a medium-sized tribe, and they don't dare to have any bad information.

On the contrary, it is the most legitimate thing to take out the tribe's family wealth to entertain these noble and big people......

"Yohe! Even the sect master is here, the quality and standard of this reinforcement is quite high. This was the first reaction in my heart after hearing Song Yong's story.

However, when the arrivals came closer, Song Yong noticed that something was wrong.

The main thing is that he saw that the clothes on the clothes of the witches and guards of the Sang Le Sect all had more or less blood stains, some of which should have been stained for some time and had dried up and blackened blood.

Obviously, they have experienced quite inspiring battles along the way.

The degree of motivation for the battle made these witch lords personally end.

It is said that although the number of such a team is small, the combat power it has is terrifying.

Even if he encountered a top-level beast, he would not be so embarrassed, and at the same time, he noticed that these people did not have much luggage on them, and they were obviously in a hurry when they came out.

Song Yong, who noticed these details, immediately had a strong doubt in his heart whether he had expected it wrong.

But he wasn't stupid enough to ask the doubts in his heart.

Even, he even held back the fact that the Chibai tribe was killed in battle and the vitality of the Chibai tribe was greatly damaged, and he planned to wait until the banquet in the evening to find another opportunity.

Thanks to the last decisive battle with the wild people in the Great Snow Mountain, the battle situation was relatively smooth, and the reason for the few wounded was not much.

There is still a considerable amount of spirits made from last year's sorghum.

It just so happens that tonight, I can show these people from the Sang Le Sect what it means to make good wine and spirits.

Brother Yong, the leader of his alliance, didn't believe it, at least two catties of liquor per capita could be poured down, and these guys were poured into a dizzy state, and they could still hold their mouths and say nothing.

The correct way to open it, I'm afraid that even when I was a child, I had to explain how many times I wetted the bed.

still looks down on Lao Tzu, and when I let you see the situation in the village, you will know what is an uninformed soil bun?

In this way, Song Yong beckoned his subordinates to return in advance.

They took their own labor tools and took the lead in the direction of Gray Rabbit New Village, leading the way, while Song Yong accompanied these big men alone and walked all the way.

However, there was no need to wait for Song Yong to return to the village with this group of Sang Le Sect people.

The patchwork of fields along the way, the iron tools they have taken over and seen, and tried, are already the ones who have made these distant eyes grow to the back of their heads.

It's no longer so tugging, and a playful color appears on his face.

And when such a group of people entered the village, they almost didn't stare out of their eyes.