The Manshan tribe, the Jiuze tribe, and the Fengchuan tribe are known as the three strong tribes of the Great Wilderness. Among them, the Fengchuan tribe lives deep in the north of Daze and has no quarrel with the world. The Jiuze tribe was ambitious, often burning and plundering, annexing other smaller tribes. As early as a hundred years ago, the Manshan tribe had a feud with the Jiuze tribe, and the two sides had waged a ten-year war without a victory. Later, this Hengshan tribe was attacked by the Jiuze tribe, and it was also the Manshan tribe who came forward to stop it, so the two sides had deeper grievances.

My father felt that this incident was unusual, or related to the Manshan Tribe, so he came to report it day and night. Lingke said respectfully.

"Haha. The patriarch smiled and said: "This is more related to the life and death of your department, if the Jiuze tribe really obtained a large amount of high-level demon beast blood, I am afraid that the ambition will be even greater, and the first step is to attack your subordinates." ”

"Yes. Lingke smiled and replied: "This time I came to visit the Manshan Division, and I asked the patriarch for the merger. My father expressed his willingness to join the Manshan Department and become its affiliated tribes, one is to repay the grace of the Manshan Department to save the department, and the other is to protect all the people. ”

"I have received your heart. But the matter of the joint department is not in a hurry. The patriarch said in a deep voice: "I want to find out the situation of the Jiuze tribe first, if the situation is critical, I will personally send someone to welcome the Hengshan tribe to live with the Manshan tribe!"

Lingke saw that the patriarch was already a little relieved, and immediately knew how to advance and retreat, and bowed deeply and said: "Thank you in advance for the intention of the patriarch of the Barbarian Mountain to save the department, if there is a war, the Hengshan Department is willing to be the blade of the Manshan Department, take the lead, and go to the soup and fire!"

Lingke took the people of Hengshan to leave, Shi Hai was reluctant, and wanted to ask Lingke to stay in the tribe for a few days, and when the patriarch found out about the matter, it was not too late to make plans, Lingke was also reluctant, but Hengshan was small, and Lingke himself was a barbarian in the blood condensation realm, which was an extremely important force, and he could not stay outside for a long time. Shi Hai had no choice but to give up.

After Lingke and the others left, the patriarch took out the white jade bottle containing the blood of the high-level demon beast and observed it carefully. The wisps of blood floated quietly in the bottle, and the demonic power was terrifying, but it did not have the slightest intention of dissipating.

"What kind of monster is this, it is so powerful..... The patriarch said to himself with a solemn face: "Just a wisp of blood can make a demon beast alienate to that extent......"

The patriarch, that is, Mo Yunfeng, has never encountered such a thing in his life, the reason why he can say that this demon beast is alienated by the blood of high-level demon beasts, or because of an ancient book of the Barbarian Mountain Department, which records that the ancestors of the Barbarian Mountain Department fought in all directions, encountered rare and strange beasts, and monsters, one of which once wrote that a strong ancestor of the Barbarian Mountain Department, even a secret realm, no matter the beasts, plants and trees in the secret realm, all have life, strong strength, no sanity, and the form is different from the grass, wood, insects and beasts of the outside world. Under careful investigation, the ancestor found a huge demon beast corpse in the center of the secret realm, and it was the blood that flowed out of that corpse that alienated all the lives here. According to the description of the ancestors, although this demon beast is dead, its body still has a strong demonic power, and it is difficult for him to get close to it.

"It is rumored that the ancestor has supreme cultivation, but he can turn over the rivers and seas, and push the mountains and rivers..."Mo Yunfeng put away the white jade bottle with a solemn face.

In the corner of the tribe, Jing Nan sat cross-legged on the futon and meditated, Jing Nan silently said to himself: "I don't know, is this a good thing or a bad thing for Luo Chen, tomorrow to "give the sword", maybe it is time to hand over this sword to him." ”

Jing Nan opened his eyes and looked at the wall behind him, where a rusty broken sword was enshrined.

Inside the stone house. Luo Chen curled himself up on the stone bed. He couldn't accept the fact that he couldn't cultivate. His body was trembling slightly, but he didn't cry, the so-called great sorrow without tears, he was just resenting the world for being unfair, being a barbarian, but not having the same qualifications to practice. He wants power, not because power can make him high, or because power can make him glorious.

Everyone knew that he was an abandoned baby, who had been picked up by the patriarch from outside the wilderness. In terms of blood, they are not from the Barbarian Mountain Tribe. The barbarians value their relatives and fancy blood. And Luo Chen has always remembered that he lived alone, ate hundreds of meals, did all kinds of things, and no one cared about the injuries.

But Luo Chen didn't hate his parents, and for some reason, he could feel that his parents were not cruel to abandon him, but for his good, for... If he can live, he chooses to abandon them, Luo Chen can feel that they are still alive, but they seem to be experiencing a crisis. Luo Chen needs strength! Only strength can help him cross the treacherous wilderness and find his kin.

Grief is a debt that cannot be owed, it is like a disease, and time does not soothe it, but makes it hurt to the bone marrow.

But now there is nothing he can do!

Luo Chen's eyes were bloodshot, what should I do?! There must be a way to let himself cultivate!

"That's right!" Luo Chen sat up violently: "Yes! The Great Wilderness! The patriarch said that there are countless treasures in the Great Wilderness, flying fairy stones, heavenly and earthly treasures, buried countless secrets, and the relics left by the previous generations of immortal masters, the patriarch said! If you can do one or two things by chance, it is not impossible to become a strong blood coagulation person!

Luo Chen took his sleeve arrow and ran out of his stone house. I happened to meet the people from Hengshan who were leaving, and Shi Hai was reluctantly saying goodbye to Lingke. Luo Chen saw the opportunity and drilled out from under the tribe's walls again. He was once again in the iron forest outside the tribe, Luo Chen turned his head to look at the tall wall of the barbarian mountain, gritted his teeth, and turned around and disappeared into the dense iron forest.

"I must become a brute!"

Luo Chen ran all the way and shot several poisonous snakes that stood in his way with his sleeve arrows. He didn't know where he was going to find the opportunity, and he didn't know where he was going, but he knew that only by going deep into the hinterland of the Great Wilderness could he have any hope of winning the opportunity. Gu Barbarian once said: Death is accompanied by chance.

"If you want to get a chance, you have to have the courage to face death. Luo Chen flew up and jumped onto a tall piece of ironwood. He looked into the distance, and soon he was about to run out of the range of the Iron Forest. The mountains and boundless wastelands stacked in the distance, and the roars of wild beasts one after another, the breath of savage came to the face.

"Don't move!"

A voice roared sharply, and at the same time, an iron arrow shot over, grazing Luo Chen's scalp and plunging into the dense iron tree canopy. A dark green poisonous python with the thickness of the bowl mouth fell in response. Luo Chen looked at the poisonous python that fell under the tree with palpitations, and turned his head to see that it was Bei Ling standing under the tree and shooting this arrow.

"It's you. Luo Chen jumped down from the tree. He felt a strong demonic aura on the giant python lying on the ground convulsing and twitching. It looks like a first-order demon beast.

Bei Ling shook the arrow in his hand, the tip of the arrow was smeared with some red medicinal foam, and said: "This is a second-order blood pill, the poisonous spirit is scattered, if you hit this arrow, even the second-order demon beast will die." This is the life-saving pill that my father refined for me. ”

"Thanks... Thank you. Luo Chen looked at Bei Ling with an arrogant face, and couldn't help asking, "You... Don't you hate me?"

"Of course I hate you. My father is the most famous alchemist in the vicinity of this great wilderness, but he has taught you all his skills, and in his opinion, your apprentice is as close as my own son. ”

"Then why did you save me?"

"Hmph, it's one thing for me to hate you, it's another thing to save you or not. Bei Ling glanced at Luo Chen and said, "After all, you are a member of my Barbarian Mountain tribe, and you are also a member of my clan." ”

"Why did you come out with me?"

"What I said in the martial arts arena was too much, I wanted to apologize to you and make you better off the blow, but when I saw you escape from the tribe, I followed. Bei Ling pointed to the poisonous python on the ground that had bled to death and said: "I know you want to go to the Great Wilderness to find opportunities and desire to practice, but the danger of the Great Wilderness is not something you can set foot in, come back with me!"

"I—" Luo Chen turned around and said, "I can't go back." ”

"Hmph, do you want to die?" Bei Ling scolded angrily: "If there is anything you have to ask the patriarch first, maybe there is a solution!"

Luo Chen smiled bitterly, if the patriarch had a way to solve it, every generation of blood rites, there would not be so many mortal races. The Wild Mountains don't have to be so weak. The Gu Barbarians would not have passed on the saying that the Blood Rite was a poisonous curse.

"No, I can't. Luo Chen shook his head: "I..."

"Smack!"

Bei Ling knocked Luo Chen unconscious with a punch, and said disdainfully: "Rory, it's ridiculous!"

Nothing was said all night.

When Luo Chen woke up again, he saw the roof of the stone house. Finding himself in his small stone house, he knew that Beiling had sent him back. It turns out that Beiling doesn't hate himself that much......

“... ...”

The training bell on the martial arts arena echoed again, Luo Chen didn't know whether he should go or not, but he still put on his clothes and rushed towards the direction of the martial arts arena. At this moment, some people had gathered in the martial arts arena, but they were all with barbarian cultivation qualifications, and those who had been confirmed to have no barbarian cultivation qualifications at the blood ceremony did not come. And the person who rang the training bell was not Shi Hai, but Jing Nan. He was teaching the barbarian boys a sword.

"It turned out to be a sword ceremony. It doesn't seem to be my business. Luo Chen opened his mouth and turned around to leave.

"Hey!" Jing Nan shouted, "Luo Chen, this is your sword!"

As soon as Luo Chen turned around, a sword flew over. Luo Chen took it with both hands and found that it was a rusty broken sword.

The blade of the sword was pitted and covered with red rust, and even the blade of the sword was crooked.

The group of children burst into laughter.