As a human minister, the feudal marquis and the prime minister are already the extreme, and splitting the soil and claiming the king is simply arrogance, rebellion, and rebellion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Qin Bing is different, because he has a three-legged small ding.

Ding is a symbol of royal power, is the right lord of the world, even the Son of Heaven is not qualified to take away the identity of the Qin soldier "king", because this is the will of God.

Of course, Hu Mu didn't know that Qin Bing had a three-legged tripod. He only thought that this was Qin Bing's grand ambition, especially the sentence "tearing the soil and calling the king", which happened to poke the itch in Hu Mu's heart.

He is a demon clan, and he is congenitally hostile to the Celestial Dynasty, so he lacks respect for the Celestial Dynasty, and he dares to make peace if the Qin soldiers really rebel, let alone now.

Moreover, their Qingqiu Fox Clan migrated from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to the sandbank, in order to seek the territory belonging to the Fox Clan and establish their own country? For this reason, the Sand Fox clan has continuously sent talented people out to find good masters for hundreds of years and accumulate resources and strength to build the country.

Qin Bing is a good choice, at least much better than the last choice "poisonous scorpion".

"Lord!" Hu Mu's voice said firmly: "Then let's fight!" Without further ado, it will change later, and it is best for us to wave our troops to encircle the Black Tiger Tribe now, lest the Slave Chamber of Commerce intervene. ”

More than 500 people surrounded a large tribe of tens of thousands of people, which is a bit fantastical, but the Black Tiger tribe has a special terrain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is only one pass.

If the Black Tiger Tribe can find a strong man who is "one man and one man", the siege will naturally become a joke. But if the Black Tiger Tribe can't find a strong person of this level, then the so-called Black Tiger Canyon is simply a cage.

Now Qin Bing is not sure how many strong people there are in the Black Tiger Tribe, after all, it is a tribe that has been inherited for three hundred years, there must be a few old immortals in the clan, and there may be a few strong reinforcements outside, if he can't besiege him but is killed by others, wouldn't it become a stepping stone for others to become famous?

In Mr. Cang's words, it is a stepping stone to become the protagonist of other people's families.

Even if the Black Tiger Tribe does not have a strong person, the accumulation of materials in the tribe alone is enough to support it for several years. There is living water, fruit forests, and cultivated land in the canyon, which can even hold on for decades.

The Qin soldiers didn't have the leisure time to consume with them, and if they really wanted to drag into a protracted confrontation, the Slave Chamber of Commerce would not sit idly by.

You have to find someone to inquire about the situation of the Black Tiger Tribe, Teacher Cang doesn't often say that only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated.

Qin Bing thought of the bald man, and when they parted just now, he said that if he made a decision before sunset, he would go to him.

Although Zoroastrianism transferred all the properties in the Shannan Oasis, it was limited to shops, casinos, and farmland, and did not include the altars where believers gathered. Even if Zoroastrianism is willing to transfer, the Black Tiger Tribe will not dare to accept it. Therefore, Qin Bing soon found the bald man in the Zoroastrian altar.

It was not the first time that Qin Bing had entered the altar, but it was the first time he had seen the Zoroastrian altar.

There is no majestic atmosphere of the altar of the heaven' dynasty that holds the sun and the moon and gathers all beings, and there is no such thing as the altar of the heaven' dynasty that holds the heavens and the earth and runs through the mountains and rivers.

The Zoroastrian altar is just a stone pit of fire, to which devotees are constantly pouring a colorless, transparent and pungent liquid to keep the flame burning in it. If it sounds good, it is an altar, but if it is bad, it is simply a big furnace.

The bald man sat cross-legged and looked at Qin Bing across the fire.

The blazing flames rose fiercely, blurring the bald man's face, but for some reason, the bald man in the flames had an indescribable meaning, and illusory and hazy red light flowed and meandered behind him, outlining a vague image.

"Congratulations!"

Qin Bing congratulated the bald man, because the vision behind the bald man showed that he was about to condense the fighting spirit, which meant that he had taken that crucial step from the acquired to the innate one. It's just that Qin Bing has never seen a bald man do it, and looking at his appearance of fine skin and tender flesh and embroidered legs, he does not have the strength and strength of a martial artist, what kind of path does Zoroastria cultivate?

"Thank you!" The bald man nodded, "Since you have made a decision, then I will recommend someone to you." ”

The bald man clapped his hands, and his movements were slight, but the flames in the altar in front of him were instantly flourishing, and the lights and candles in the house were all bright for a moment, and the room was instantly bright, and then dimmed.

A touch of embarrassment appeared on the bald man's face, "The strength has fluctuated too much recently, and it is a little out of control, forgive me." ”

And just as the bald man was talking, a person walked in, and when he saw that person, Qin Bing instantly tensed up, and the fierce killing intent was instantly released.

Call!

The flames in the altar in front of him seemed to be invisibly suppressed, and instantly swept in the direction of the bald man, and the lights and candles in the room were all flickering and extinguished.

However, with the sonorous dragon chanting, the long sword on the Qin soldier's waist was unsheathed, and the snow-bright blade instantly bloomed with dazzling brilliance.

The bald man raised his palm, trying to stop the flames rushing towards him, but the energy exerted by Qin Bing was fierce, and the bald man snorted and took a few steps back.

Qin Bing got up and looked around, and found that there were no sword axe hands and crossbow men around him, so he realized that he had misunderstood, so he quickly reined in his momentum and inserted the long sword back into the sheath.

Bowing down and saluting the bald man, Qin Bing said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm overreacting." ”

The bald man waved his hand, "I don't blame you! If it were me, I'm afraid I would have demolished this room long ago. Sit down, sit down and talk. ”

Qin Bing looked at the person who came in just now with great interest, if he remembered correctly, he should be the leader of the Black Tiger Tribe's escort team, he had once encountered a battle with him, but after a round of fighting between the two sides, he fled without a fight.

The man first knelt on the ground and gave an extremely solemn salute to the bald man, and then stood up and bowed to Qin Bing, who also saluted him back, and the two of them sat down.

"My name is Hu Li, and I am the head of the guard of the former Black Tiger Tribe."

Former Black Tiger Tribe? Qin Bing carefully chewed on the words of Tiger Power, pondering the meaning. And with Hu Li's narration, Qin Bing understood a series of changes in the Black Tiger Tribe.