The autumn hunt began.

Standing in the crowd, Qin Ping watched the hunting team rush out of the tribe's valley mouth.

He could see that the patriarch Liu Yi was very imposing. The tribe awakened a beast master and gave him a shot in the arm. This gave him a glimmer of hope to counterbalance the Black Fangs. Counting on the support of the Wolf King's Ministry, he knew, this was just a strategy. There will be no pie in the sky, even if the wolf king department is merciful, can the tribe afford the conditions offered by the other party?

Before, they didn't have a choice. But now, they have Master Zhou, and everything is different.

Looking back, even though there were a lot of people, he still saw Qin Ping. In his eyes, the unattractive young man was like a firefly in the dark, a beacon guiding the way.

Even if the tribe's strongest warrior, Yuan Gang, a remnant of the Qingyu Tribe, failed to return as scheduled, it still did not shake his confidence.

"Let's go, Yuan Gang went back to the old ruins to worship, but he failed to return as scheduled, so he should have encountered some trouble. Don't worry, Yuan Gang's strength is undoubted, he will join us soon!"

Liu Ling waved his hand and announced loudly.

The absence of the strongest fighters was somewhat of a blow to the morale of the hunting team.

Hearing the patriarch's words, everyone shouted one after another, like a wave pouring into the forest outside the tribe.

"Coercing a soldier has such a strong influence?"

Qin Ping snorted coldly in his heart and glanced at Liu Yi not far away. On this hunting trip, two-thirds of the reserve soldiers were brought out, more than half of the original plan, and Liu Guang was also one of them.

Thinking of the wind wolf order that had been watered with blood again and again, Qin Ping grinded his teeth angrily, turned around and returned to his residence.

He knew that as soon as Yuan Gang fled, the bird entered the mountains and forests, and it was difficult to catch it again.

Wind Wolf Order, just lost like that?!

Without the Wind Wolf Order, the plan to go to the Beast Master Hall of Wind Wolf City was put on hold. In order to improve his strength, Qin Ping had to turn all his attention to the Green Tiger Beast Duel.

From Liu Yi and the clan elders, he learned that there was still a place for inheritance in the Qinghu Tribe, which stored the inheritance beast bones. The inheritance beast bone was left by the beast master who founded the tribe, and it carried the nine-layer beast trick inside. If you want to get the inheritance, it is more difficult than you can imagine, and ordinary people can't even get close to the beast bone at all, so they can only rely on a token, that is, the tiger talisman, to relieve the pressure of seventy percent, get close to the beast bone, and accept the inheritance.

It's a pity that ten years ago, the old patriarch died, and the vital tiger talisman was also lost.

That is, in the past ten years, the inheritance of the Green Tiger Department has been broken.

This is also the main reason why the Green Tiger Department has not really recovered in ten years.

Knowing the difficulty of obtaining the inheritance, Qin Ping was not too anxious. While cultivating methodically, he practiced the first three layers of beast techniques while learning various knowledge from the clan elders.

Time passed like this.

It wasn't until the sixth day after the start of the autumn hunt that the bad news suddenly came.

Patriarch Liu Ling, who was seriously wounded, suddenly returned. When Liu Yi was in a hurry to bring this bad news, Qin Ping felt a throbbing inexplicably.

"Could it be that the Black Fang Tribe has done it?"

With doubts in his heart, Qin Ping soon saw Liu Ling. He fled back alone, very miserable, covered in blood, Qin Ping's back was cold and his scalp was numb.

Claw marks and wounds indicate that the brave and wise patriarch has been attacked by fierce beasts.

The eight clan elders nervously gathered on the side, while the patriarch Liu Ling turned his weak gaze to Qin Ping.

"Master Zhou, this time...... It's up to you!"

This was Liu Ling's first sentence, and fear and anger appeared in his eyes: "We encountered an accident, and Heifang took the opportunity to attack...... This finch ......"

The patriarch's lips had turned white and he had lost so much blood that he finally fainted.

The clan elders were nervously dealing with their injuries, while Qin Ping looked at a cage hanging from Liu Ling's waist.

These were the messengers of the tribe, and sometimes the hunting party went out, relying on them to make simple contact with the tribe.

"The Chill will take us to the place of the incident!"

Liu Yi's voice sounded on the side, extremely low.

Qin Ping turned his head to look and found that his eyes had turned red.

"Let's do it now!"

Qin Ping's blood surged, and he felt that something in his heart was ignited. At this moment, his heart was not afraid of the forest, but was full of inexplicable excitement.

It is a beast master, and after all, he has to crisscross the mountains and forests.

The eight clan elders wanted to stop it, but Qin Ping spoke first: "The hunting team is in trouble, I must go to the rescue." If something happens to them, how will the tribe deal with the invasion of the Black Fangs?I don't want to wait for me to grow up, but I can only take revenge on the Black Fang tribe!"

He took out the green silkworm and began to treat Liu Ling.

He had to take the silkworm with him, because he could also be injured because of this, and there was a good chance that there were other fighters who needed to be treated.

"Master Zhou, I just participated in the hunting area reconnaissance, let me be your guide this time!

Liu Yi didn't flinch at all, nor did he give people a chance to refuse, pointing at the cold bird and saying, "Although it can lead the way, it can't prompt those dangerous areas ......."

Qin Ping naturally wouldn't hold it up. He didn't know the situation in the mountains, and besides, he was a newcomer, and he had no experience in surviving in the wild, so he had to have a guide.

"Is it reliable?"

Of course, Qin Ping would not refuse Liu Yi, and pointed at the cold bird with a suspicious expression.

"Under normal circumstances, the cold sparrow is still reliable......"

One of the elders spoke, for he had cultivated such messengers from generation to generation.

"In general?"

Qin Ping was not satisfied with this answer. It is clear that this is not an ordinary situation, but an extraordinary time.

His life was at stake, and he didn't want to risk one of them.

Reaching out to grab the birdcage, reaching out to catch the fist-sized gray, Qin Ping muttered with emotion: "I'm a beast master!"

The cold finch looked around, chirping ignorantly and slightly uneasily.

"Master Zhou, are you going to ...... Tame it?"

Liu Yi quickly realized Qin Ping's intentions.

Qin Ping didn't say anything, just looked at the fragile in his palm, felt it carefully, and secretly blew the horn. The eight clan elders and Liu Yi also held their breath and looked at Qin Ping with wide eyes, with a focused expression that was about to witness a miracle.

"This kind of force shouldn't be slapped to death, right?"

Familiar with the road, everything is ready, Qin Ping inhaled slightly, ignored everyone's gaze, and raised his hand to slap down.

“......”

At that moment, the hearts of Hanque and everyone collapsed......

Especially the eight clan elders and Liu Yi were about to go crazy, although it was not the first time they had seen Qin Ping tame the beast.

Are beast masters so brutal and cruel in taming beasts?

The nine people looked at each other, their eyes were complicated, and their hearts were shocked and panicked.

What if this slap goes down and the cold sparrow bears fruit?

This is a key matter related to the safety of the hunting team of the Green Tiger Tribe! If the cold finch is dead, won't he have to wait until the patriarch wakes up before he can act?

The patriarch is so badly injured, God knows when he will wake up!

Qin Ping's move, in the eyes of everyone, was too risky, and it was simply madness.

Han Que was very sluggish, shrunk in Qin Ping's palm, and took off, unable to even stand steadily.

Qin Ping's brows furrowed slightly, his hand was too heavy, it wouldn't be messed up, right? The wild aura in his palm gathered slightly, like an invisible flame that would wrap it.

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Suddenly, the child trembled, let out a series of chirps, and a faint white light appeared on his body.

"It's okay!"

Qin Ping felt the aggrieved and excited heart of the cold bird, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The eight clan elders and Liu Ming were also relieved, and they touched their chests with their hands and gasped, only to find that their backs had been soaked with sweat.

How about the King of Ancient Demon Beasts?