"Hua Ming, what are you doing these days, I heard that you haven't appeared in the sea of flowers for a long time!"

"Didn't the patriarch tell you, I don't have to collect pollen anymore. Qin Ming wondered.

It stands to reason that the matter should be explained, but it seems that Bagh in front of him doesn't seem to know.

"Why don't you have to collect pollen!" said with a smile, obviously not believing what Qin Ming said.

In fact, he happened to go out two days ago, and as soon as he returned to the tribe today to check, he immediately found that Qin Ming's work records had been blank in the past few days, and he immediately brought someone to the door angrily.

"In a few days, I am going to participate in the tribal competition of the mountain god event, the patriarch asked me to prepare for the war with all my might, I don't have to go to work anymore, you can go to the patriarch to ask if you have any questions, I don't dare to talk about this kind of lifeless lie in order to escape a few days of work." Qin Ming spread his hands and explained.

Although he still didn't believe it, Qin Ming really didn't need to risk his life to skip work.

"Go, if you let me know you're playing tricks on me, you should know what the end is!" said Bagh, hurrying away.

Qin Ming didn't care about Bage's threat, he really didn't need to worry about anything now.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Bagh is inferior to him, and in terms of status, he is one of the five clansmen selected by the old patriarch to represent the entire tribe, and he is not much inferior to the blue nobles.

After that, Bagge didn't appear in front of Qin Ming again.

Until the opening of the Mountain God Conference.

The major tribes have gathered on the top of the main peak.

The reason why this is called the main peak is because this mountain is the largest, and stands between the mountains, surrounded by other mountains, gathering the aura of the four directions, like a treasure mountain, the most extraordinary.

The Flower Elf King and some powerful tribes live in this mountain, like Qin Ming's Jarding tribe, they can only live in the partial peak, and they are not qualified to enter this main peak on weekdays.

That is, special days such as today's mountain god conference and the starry moonlit night a few days ago are open to all clansmen.

Qin Ming's gaze fell on the side of the mountain peak.

It was a huge, towering, charred black rock wall.

One side of the rock wall is so smooth that it looks like a knife has been cut.

Thousands of flower spirits hover over the towering rock face, sprinkling a large amount of pollen.

In the sun, the pollen shimmers.

The Flower Elf King took the lead, and the flower elves behind him were like thinking about the wall, floating motionless in mid-air.

Qin Ming's gaze fell on that rock wall, and it looked no different from ordinary rock walls.

But looking at the devout worship of the many flower elves around, as if the mountain god was in this rock wall, he was a little confused.

This state of affairs lasted for half a day before it ended.

Then we get to the point.

One by one, the tribal patriarch led the five tribal powerhouses under his command to fly out in unison.

"Let's go, you guys behave. Old Linde looked at the five flower elves behind him and said slowly.

"I won't be dishonored!" the flower elves said with firm faces.

They represent the face of the entire Jadin tribe, and if they are defeated early, not only will they not look good, but they will also lose face with the entire tribe.

Old Linde didn't expect the five of them to win the final victory, he only hoped that the five people sent out could hold on for a long time, and not be at the bottom.

As he gets older, he doesn't have the heart to be competitive, and now his requirements are really not high.

Of course, Qin Ming's goal is not only that, he wants to achieve the final victory and become the strongest in the tribe.

The Nigal tribe, the three brothers are finally able to catch their breath these days.

In the past few days when they were robbed by Qin Ming, their daily workload has skyrocketed, and three people do the work of four people, and they often have to be tired and half dead before they can go back to rest.

Fortunately, Qin Ming seemed to have a conscience after that, and he didn't come to look for them again, so they returned to their previous workload, which was a lot easier.

"Big brother, look, the Jardine tribe sent that demon!" Sanji's eyes were sharp, and he found Qin Ming flying in the crowd, and exclaimed.

Erji on the side suddenly trembled, and now when it heard the word demon, it felt allergic and fearful from the bottom of its heart.

Erji and Daji looked at each other, and sure enough, they saw Qin Ming's figure.

Among the tribal powerhouses, Qin Ming was undoubtedly the youngest flower elf, which seemed a little different.

Some flower elves also found Qin Ming and couldn't help but talk about it in a whisper.

"How could a tribe from which tribe would send such a young child to compete. ”

"yes, isn't this looking for death?"

"What the hell is this Jardine tribe doing?"

Some flower elves recognized the old patriarch Linde who led the team, and they all complained one after another.

After all, over the years, the Jardine tribe has not achieved any outstanding results, it is not a powerful tribe, and it is normal for the old patriarch to be made fun of for his inaction.

On the other side, more than a hundred powerhouses from their respective tribes gathered together and looked at each other.

After a while, everyone will be opponents, and some people with old grudges will provoke each other with their eyes, making this inter-tribal competition seem full of gunpowder before it has even begun.

Qin Ming looked around, although many of these tribal powerhouses were blue nobles, in terms of rank, there were no fourth-order powerhouses, and they were basically third-order high-grade existences.

This somewhat reassured him.

For a spirit of the same level, he is not too worried about having the blessing of the wind element, and he can basically win steadily.

"Old Linde, long time no see, I thought you had retired and enjoyed your old age. "The team of the Nigal tribe is not far from Qin Ming and the others.

At this time, I heard the slightly mocking words of the Nigal patriarch, and he did not hide his intention to target the Jadin tribe.

The five powerhouses on both sides are also tense with each other.

The two tribes didn't deal with each other in the first place, and they still couldn't let go of this grudge when they arrived at this arena.

Seeing this situation, Qin Ming didn't have to think about it to know who their first opponent would be later.

This contest was originally a two-by-two contest between the tribes, eliminated one by one, and the last remaining person won the title of the strongest person in the tribe.

In the selection of opponents, almost one party challenges and the other party will not refuse, even if the opponent is strong.

This is almost an unspoken rule between the tribes at the conference, and rejecting the other party's challenge will be seen as a sign of weakness, and the reputation of the entire tribe will be greatly reduced.

This is obviously not what any tribal patriarch wants to see.

"Hmph, Mal, take care of yourself!" Old Linde, who had always been gentle and calm, became unceremonious in the face of the Patriarch Nigal at this moment, and said directly in a cold voice.

"Hehe, let's see, I'll make your people be eliminated in the first round. The Patriarch of Nigal looked confident, and smiled and looked back.

Old Linde no longer paid attention to the other party's arrogance, but everyone could see that his face was not very good at the moment.

"Patriarch, I will definitely make the Nigal tribe look good, don't worry!" Jacques, the nominally strongest older player in the tribe, assured in a low and powerful voice.

Just now, he was provoked by the other party, and he was holding a fire in his stomach that could not be released.

"Please, Jacques. Old Linde was silent for a moment before he said slowly.