This so-called temporary demon team is nothing more than a temporary unit during battle. In fact, they live on weekdays, and everyone is still divided by tribes, which is nothing more than the tribe of the same demon team, and they live relatively close.

Although Chu Xiong was a little helpless, Hong was very happy. In her opinion, since Chu Xiong was able to easily defeat the mid-level one-star soul martial arts at the beginning, then his strength must be terrifying, and even reached the level of two-star soul martial arts, after all, Chu Xiong won very easily at that time. With the addition of Chu Xiong, the warriors of the Chishui tribe have another guarantee.

The establishment of this temporary demon team is generally divided according to the comprehensive strength of the tribal warriors. For example, if your tribe has a few ninth-rank martial artists and eighth-rank martial artists, it is enough to rank in the top five or six temporary demon teams. If there is a soul martial artist, it will be enough to enter the first one or two temporary demon teams.

And those who are incorporated into the temporary demon team are all martial artists and above. In the face of the riot of monsters and beasts, the role of ordinary people is minimal.

In fact, according to the previous strength of the Chishui tribe, it was enough to rank in the top five or six temporary demon teams. It's just that after the patriarch and a few good hands were devoured by the big demon Zhuqian, the overall strength of the tribe dropped greatly, and this was looked down upon. The fate is the same as that of the Senmu tribe. And the Qingqiu tribe, which has always been the weakest, is not much better. At least the Chishui tribe still has Hong, a ninth-rank martial artist, and Yi Hao, the strongest person in Qingqiu, is only an eighth-rank martial artist.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the temporary demon team, Chu Xiong saw the people of Qingqiu and the Senmu tribe. And Yi Hao, the patriarch of the Qingqiu tribe, saw Chu Xiong, and was immediately overjoyed and ran over. "Ah Xiong, I didn't expect to see you again, hehe! By the way, what about your father Yun senior?"

Chu Xiong immediately arranged it and said not to mention his father again, so Yi Hao didn't ask anymore. However, Yi Hao also sighed secretly, if there was still Chu Yun in charge at this time, it was estimated that the Qingqiu tribe would have peace of mind.

Chu Xiong looked at it, this ninth temporary demon team, a total of more than three hundred people. Among them, the warriors of several tribes such as Qingqiu, Chishui and Senmu added up to more than 70 people. The remaining two hundred or so people were mostly tribal people who belonged to Shadow Moon City. In their opinion, the tribes of Qingqiu and Chishui, which originally belonged to Wanyue City, were basically equivalent to outsiders, so they unnaturally kept a certain distance.

"You guys, form three squads according to your own wishes, which is convenient for Lao Tzu to manage. Hurry up and choose the leaders of your respective squads. Hey, a guy with low strength. A young man dressed in the costume of the Dark Moon Sect said impatiently, seemingly dissatisfied with the fact that he had been sent to manage the worst of the Ninth Provisional Demon Teams. This tall and thin young man with a handsome face is named Feng, a cultivator of the two-star soul martial arts, and a disciple of the outer sect of the Youyue Sect.

Feng is only 16 years old, and it is very rare to be able to reach the realm of two-star soul martial arts. In fact, within the entire Youyue Sect, Feng is also the best among the younger generation. It's just that two months ago, I offended an elder protector of the sect, so I wore small shoes. If it were the same as before, his uncle, who was a deacon of the foreign sect, might be able to take it for him. At this time, my uncle lost ground again.

As a result, Feng was first sent to the remote Shadow Moon City, and then appointed as the captain of the Ninth Temporary Demon Team, which was the weakest.

And Feng also knew that he didn't want to return to the sect station in his life. The reason is very simple, the protector he offended is a seven-ring demon. As long as the Dharma protector doesn't die, he has no hope of turning over. And when he thought of the long lifespan of the demon clan, Feng could only choose despair.

However, here, everyone is still extremely in awe of Feng's soul martial artist. And as the captain, he can decide the life and death of everyone at any time. Even if you wear a little shoe during a battle, it can make you want to cry without tears.

With Feng's order, those tribesmen who originally belonged to Shadow Moon City were consciously divided into two parts, forming two squads. And those people don't seem to be willing to mix with outsiders like Qingqiu and Chishui. In desperation, four tribes, including Qingqiu, Chishui, Senmu and another Guhe from Dawushan, formed the third squad. There was no doubt that there were more than 100 people in the first and second squads, and only the third squad, only 70 people.

"I knew that these outsiders were not welcome!" Feng scolded in a low voice, secretly hating the city lord for playing tricks on himself. Sending these outsiders to the Ninth Temporary Demon Team, which was originally the weakest, led to a lack of integration within the team, which made the overall combat power further decline.

Of course, the city lord is also the descendant of the Dharma protector, and this arrangement can also be said to be reasonable.

Where did Chu Xiong know this, he was completely indifferent. But since he wanted to choose a temporary leader, he couldn't stay out of the matter, because Yi Hao of the Qingqiu tribe and Hong of the Chishui tribe actually jointly elected themselves. Among all the people, only the two of them knew Chu Xiong's strength.

Yihao and Hong represent the two tribes of Qingqiu and Chishui. The third squad consisted of four tribes, two of which jointly elected themselves.

On the other side, the warriors of the two tribes of Senmu and Furukawa were a little surprised. They couldn't understand why even the ninth-rank martial artist Hong would elect Chu Xiong. An old man with shiny eyes slowly got up, coughed, and said, "Hong, Yihao, I don't know why you jointly recommended this young man." But I only know that the future battle is a matter of life and death, and it is not a matter of child's play. We, the Furukawa tribe, don't compete for any leaders, but you are also responsible for your own referrals and the four tribes. ”

This person is the current patriarch of the Guhe tribe - Yong, a ninth-rank martial artist, who has always had a good reputation and is upright. It's just that seeing Chu Xiong's age, this old man is still worried about the future of the four tribes.

Hong smiled and said, "Yongbo, don't worry, the little brother of Chu Xiong is enough to take on this responsibility, and he is the only one." ”

"I'm afraid it's your concubine, huh!" a discordant voice came, it was a big man from the Senmu tribe. This person is the younger brother of the Senmu patriarch Bingxi, named Ding Wu. After Bingxi's death, he took over the position of patriarch. Although he knew that his cultivation as an eighth-rank martial artist was not enough to suppress others, especially that rainbow. But when I saw that the position of the leader was handed over to a teenager, I was still a little dissatisfied. Coupled with this person's temperament, he said it on the spot.

Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold gaze fell on Ding Wu, making the latter feel a little nervous. At the foot of the entire Dawu Mountain, who doesn't know how powerful the female devil is Hong! More importantly, a woman who is furious, even if she is a woman who is powerless, will be extremely troublesome.

"Ding Wu, it's itchy skin, isn't it?" Hong Leng snorted and pulled out a long sword. If you don't agree with each other, the swords face each other, this is the norm in the soul martial world. Seeing this, Ding Wu immediately drew his knife.

"Hong, forget it!" Chu Xiong slowly got up, walked forward with the little green fox in his arms, looked at the people of the Guhe and Senmu tribes with a smile, and said, "It's rare that they are all from Dawushan, and the beast demon didn't come to mess up first, so as not to be seen as a joke." ”

This is true. Yong nodded and said, "Of the three squads, we have the least number of people and the worst situation. If there is any more infighting, I don't know how I will die at that time. ”

Hong snorted and thrust the sword into the scabbard, but there was still a look of resentment on the surface. Na Ding Wu also snorted coldly, but his heart was slightly relieved. To be honest, he really didn't want to conflict with Hongqi. And at this time, everyone's mood is very depressed, and they really can't raise the idea of being competitive.

Yong continued: "This Chu Xiong is the Qingqiu genius boy who is rumored to be at the foot of Dawu Mountain, I have also heard of it. At a young age, a sixth-rank martial artist is indeed rare. However, at this life-and-death juncture, we can't be too rash, and please understand, little brother Chuxiong. ”

"That's what Senior Yong said. Chu Xiong smiled, "Let's find someone who is old and obedient." I think Senior Yong is enough to serve as this temporary leader, what do you think?"

Hong and Yihao didn't say anything, they knew that Chu Xiong should not be offended. As for the warriors of the Furukawa tribe, they have no opinion. And although the people of the Senmu tribe are a little uneven, after all, Yong's qualifications are there, and he is a ninth-rank martial artist, but he can't say anything.

Yongben wanted to be humble, but was stopped by Chu Xiong. As a result, the warriors of the four tribes were impressed by Chu Xiong. The joint recommendation of Hong and Yihao is enough to prove that Chu Xiong himself is not simple. And at this time, he is so generous, obviously this young man's bearing is also unusual. But how did they know that Chu Xiong didn't care about any small leader at all, and he didn't want to show his head too much.

At this moment, a loud voice came, "Feng, have you taken care of your damn Ninth Temporary Demon Fleet?" It's getting late, and you still have to go to the city to keep vigil!"

"Damn, don't you know that the night is the time when the beast demon is the strongest! Let this broken team go to the front line, it's like sending it to death!" Feng scolded in a low voice, and then said loudly with some impatience, "Okay, okay, let's go!" You three squads, quickly report the captain's name to Lao Tzu! Then follow Lao Tzu and kill the monster!"

Come on! Chu Xiong frowned. As a soul martial artist, his ear power is far beyond ordinary people. The few words that Feng Qian whispered in front of him were all heard in his ears. Kill the monsters?