Guo Yang returned to the Bagan Divine Peak, which made the old patriarch Jida overjoyed.

Ulhan, the dog mongrel, led a group of farming tribesmen back to the grassland, and proudly kidnapped Naren Toya, and killed a dozen Tengger people who had been on the wrong side of him, and also stole a large number of cattle, sheep and horses.

The Tengger tribe, which had just improved a little, suffered a heavy blow, and it was about to collapse and return to the previous miserable days, which made the old patriarch Jida heartbroken.

Ullihan's dog day was so ruthless, he was simply a complete ruffian, a jackal, and he still had the blood of the Tengger people flowing in him!

The peasant tribesmen under his command were even worse, not only robbing cattle, sheep and horses, but also ruining the women, and after they were done, they broke the necks of the prairie women without changing their colors, and slapped their horses away with a grin.

The Tengger people were devastated, and the people of the other tribes around them were similarly affected by the scourge of the beasts.

"A jackal dog has been born in the wolf pack, and you Tengger people can't get rid of it!"

The leaders of the vassal tribes stayed in the tent of the old patriarch Jeddah all day and night, and they did not leave without giving an explanation.

Obviously, they want to take the opportunity to seize the power of the big leader.

When Guo Yang, Mr. Wild Fox and Green Fox galloped from the vast snowfield on a dog sled, the steppe people were preparing to use their hands and feet to subdue the old patriarch Jida by force.

They look very honest, they don't say anything on weekdays, and they can sit on horseback and be silent all day.

However, once they think about it, it is different, more difficult than hyenas, stalking, stinking and shameless, and they are all ruthless.

Someone brushed the ground and pulled out a knife, which was the token of the alliance that the old patriarch Jida gave them at the beginning, but now it is about to become a murder weapon in the struggle for power and profit.

"Old Jida, you Tengger people have ruled the grassland for 10,000 years, and it has long become synonymous with decay and weakness, so don't hold on." The black-faced tribal leader said with a sneer, raising the knife in his hand and looking very proud.

"That's it, old Jida, let the position be made, let the powerful people preside over justice, and lead us all to become the new overlord of the grassland." Someone shouted and persuaded him, looking very excited.

"Everyone, calm down, talk slowly, don't move your hands and feet." The old patriarch Jida tried to pretend to be light-hearted, but the smile on his face was too stiff, and he looked cowardly.

"Calm down? Haha, the Tengger people are really self-contained, there is a traitor in their own tribe, burning, killing, lewdness and plundering all kinds of evil, and now they still have the face to say calm? Old Jida, keep this and say it to your jackal son Ullihan later. A tribal leader shouted.

"That is, aren't you Tengger people of the Heavenly Wolf bloodline? Why did you get a jackal? Ha ha. Someone laughed out loud.

"Not only is Ulhan a jackal, but his mother-in-law, Naren Tuoya, is even more powerful, with a little jackal dog on her back and a small bastard of a farming tribe in her belly, she is really a model for us steppe people." Someone said in a weird way, stretched out his middle finger, and made a lewd movement.

The old patriarch Jida's face was flushed, but he didn't dare to attack, so he had to bluish his old face and smile helplessly.

In the midst of this chaos, Guo Yang walked into the tent of the old patriarch Jida.

His face was a little pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and his two eyes were like two cold knives, cutting at the faces of those prairie people.

Suddenly, everyone shut up and looked at Guo Yang with some confusion.

This person has never been seen before, very young, wearing a mink robe, looking a little arrogant, and even took the small knife in a person's hand casually.

Guo ...... High Priest, you are finally here! The old patriarch Ji Dateng stood up suddenly, and the momentum on his body was different.

This damn Guo Yang, when he heard that he was fighting with the people of the farming tribe, everyone thought that he would not come back.

Seeing Guo Yang, the old patriarch Jida immediately gained confidence, and the frustration and old age on his face were also swept away, and he walked over quickly and gave a respectful salute.

Seeing this, the leaders of the other tribes looked at each other and vaguely guessed that this young man should be the backer of the Tengger tribe, their high priest.

Guo Yang glanced at everyone with a cold face, then turned his head, nodded slightly to the old patriarch Jida, walked straight to a wooden couch in the center, and sat down slowly.

"You go on." Guo Yang said lightly.

Everyone was stunned and stammered for a long time, but no sound came out.

The young man was so cold that everyone's heart beat slower, breathing slowed, and the muscles on his face looked especially stiff.

"You, repeat what you just said." Guo Yang looked at the tribal leader who had scolded Naren Tuoya and said coldly.

"I ...... I...... I didn't say anything! The man panicked and stammered in denial.

"Oh?" Guo Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.

The man's heart jumped wildly several times, and his knees went limp, and he actually knelt down.

The steppe people seldom kneel, except for the sky, the earth, their father, their mother, their elder brother, their eldest sister, and the gods of all things, their knees never weaken, even in the face of enemies who are far more powerful than them.

The man trembled all over, trembling like chaff, and at first glance he was frightened by Guo Yang.

Everyone looked down on the kneeling steppe man in their hearts, but they felt that it might be right, because everyone's knees were suddenly a little weak.

It's a demon!

One look can break people's hearts.

Guo Yang stared coldly at the tribal leader kneeling on the ground for a long time without speaking.

"I'm damned, I'm talking nonsense, I'm damned......" The man opened his bow from side to side, slapping his face hard, and in a few strokes, his mouth was full of blood.

No one dared to say anything, and the tribal leaders who were still very arrogant just now were silent one by one, for fear of letting out a breath of air, so they spit out their wildly beating hearts.

"Great Priest, I'm damned, I'm damned, I'm talking nonsense!" The man fell to his knees and slapped himself in the face, repeating the two sentences over and over again.

Guo Yang finally moved to make himself sit more comfortably, but his face was still cold.

This dog is talented, where is there still a bit of a prairie man's appearance!

How can the knees of the steppe people fall to the ground casually! What is the difference between this kind of cartilage and the miscellaneous pieces of Ullihan? Even if it's a dog, that's it!

Guo Yang looked at the man, and his heart was nameless.

He already sees himself as a steppe man, so he can't tolerate steppe people's knees casually kneeling. If that person can still be like a man and straighten his waist, Guo Yang may be able to give him a good time, but not now, Guo Yang thinks about big things, and he must make all the people under his hands become heroes.

As soon as his right hand flipped over, he shook it slightly, and the man was caught in the air, and a black head that was unkempt was covered by one of Guo Yang's palms.

"On the grassland, you spineless miscellaneous will become our common shame. You are not worthy to be among us, nor are you worthy for me to slaughter you. Guo Yang used a trick in the Demon Clan's exercises, originally, he wanted to kill this miscellaneous directly, but after thinking about it, he suddenly changed his mind.

"You're alive, but it's a pity that you're in a human skin. But at the end of the day, you have the blood of our steppe people in your body, so I will devise a special way to die for you. As soon as Guo Yang flipped his palm, he grabbed the man's hair, lifted it up, and threw it to the old patriarch Jida.

"Go, peel a fresh black lamb skin, stuff it into it, cut the sheepskin from his mouth and nose, and don't suffocate him. Hang him on a stake that everyone can see, so that we can all witness how a wretched crumb, unworthy of man, died pitifully in sheep's clothing. Remember, it is the only legal punishment to treat the soft bones and traitors of our steppe people, not to let them shed blood, not to damage their bodies, and to let them die slowly. ”

Guo Yang said lightly.

The old patriarch Jida picked up the man and walked briskly outside the tent.

The other grassland people didn't dare to say anything, they didn't even dare to look at Guo Yang, and they didn't dare to come out one by one.

This kind of punishment of stuffing people into fresh sheepskin makes them feel a little inexplicable, and they really can't imagine what kind of evil a person will suffer in that sheepskin.

However, they soon got to see it.

Guo Yang kills people, mainly for them to watch.

"You are all good men on my grassland, each of them is an iron-blooded man, a good man, let's go, let's go and see what it will look like if that soft bone scrap hides in sheepskin!" Guo Yang spoke, and took the lead out of the tent.

Where those tribal leaders dared to disobey, they hurriedly followed, following in unison, for fear of being targeted by this pale-faced villain.

In front of the tent of the old patriarch Jida, a log five or six feet high was soon erected, on which a looper was tied with a rope, which was used to hang people.

A fat black lamb was brought in, and two tribal leaders, who were quick with their hands and feet, stepped forward quickly, and began to slaughter and skin the sheep as if they were flattering.

The steppe people were familiar with slaughtering sheep and cattle, so they quickly peeled off a very complete black sheepskin, except for a slit on the top of the sheep's head, which turned out to be complete.

The old patriarch Jida lifted the man, who had been scared into a puddle of mud, and with the help of several other tribal leaders, stuffed it into a sheepskin with great difficulty.

The eyes, mouth, and nose of the black lambskin were all available, and the man did not need to be cut separately, and the man became a sheep.

On the grassland, the earth is covered with a thick layer of snow, radiating a dazzling light, which will blind people's eyes if they are stared at for a long time.

The sun hung coldly in the sky, silently and silently.

It was very cold, and everyone shrunk their necks, raised their swarthy old faces, and looked at the black lambskin hanging in the air.

The man struggled in the sheepskin a few times, and as if he did not seem to feel pain, he stopped moving. The sheepskin wrapped around him tightly, warm and warm, and made him feel a little comfortable.

"Old patriarch Jida, that's how we steppe people entertain guests?" Guo Yang stared at the sheepskin for a while, then suddenly turned his head and said to the old patriarch Jida.

The old patriarch Jida was stunned, then laughed, summoned a group of young people from the Tengger tribe, and began to slaughter cattle and sheep, and sweep away the snow near the tall log, and light a blazing bonfire.

"Brothers, we steppe people have always been a family, we have common gods and ancestors, and we are all descendants of Tenggertian. Today, when we get together, let's eat meat and drink to our heart's content, sing our own songs and dance our own dances! ”

The old patriarch Gilda had a loud voice, full of power, gray hair, like a heroic old father, with a sour nose and a surging heart.

"Eat meat, drink wine, sing our own songs, dance our own dances!" Dozens of tribal leaders, large and small, plus two or three hundred Tengger men who had received orders to arrive, cheered loudly, sang and danced around the bonfire.

Wooden couches are taken out of the tent and covered with bearskins, leopards, tigerskins and mink skins, and the patterns of those beasts of prey are fascinating.

Bags of mare's milk wine were continuously brought up, and each person opened his belly with a skin bag.

Plates of finger lamb and roast lamb chops are steaming hot and exuding an enticing aroma, torn by those big black and powerful hands, stuffed into the mouth and munched on.

The song began to sing.

The dance is up.

O steppe people, near the skin of the black sheep, they ate and drank, sang and danced, forgot day and night, and reveled for nine days and nine nights.

Guo Yang sat on a separate wooden couch, with a thin old man and a childish girl sitting beside him, smiling rather than smiling, drinking slowly.

Except for the two people beside him, the other steppe people, including the old patriarch Jida, didn't even dare to peek at him.

He sat silently, a villain himself, or, a demon king.