Chapter 453: Ninety-Nine Rings

Haotian rolled his eyes, a little speechless: "You kid have seen it several times, isn't it just the tiger teeth of a red tiger in the Spirit Gathering Realm, what's so strange, if you want it, I'll give it to you." ”

As he spoke, he took out a long white jade tiger tooth from his animal skin clothes and threw it directly to the barbarian.

"Give, give it to me?" The twelve-year-old little man's face was full of excitement, and he hurriedly took the tiger tooth in his hand, as if he was afraid that it would fall to the ground and shatter, so Haotian shook his head and sighed secretly, "This kid has no future."

"Boss, don't you know, if this tiger tooth is taken to the Fang City to be exchanged, it can also be exchanged for several brute beast essences of the Qi cultivation realm. The brute held the tiger's tooth as if he was holding a peerless treasure, and he wanted to swallow it in his stomach, and then said:

"But I won't exchange it for the beast essence, I'm going to make it into a pendant and hang it around my neck, Xiao You will definitely worship me when he sees it, hehe." ”

Looking at the smug smile on the little man's face, the corners of Haotian's mouth twitched, his expression was a little weird, and this kid cared so much about this tiger tooth in order to take it to pick up girls, but at the age of the little man, it seems to be early love.

Speaking of this tiger tooth, it was accidentally obtained by Haotian when he went out hunting with a few people not long ago, and there are many brute beasts in the mountain range near the tribe that raise qi, but most of the brute beasts in the spirit gathering realm are all killed and killed, and it is not too dangerous for a few of them to go out together with the little guys of the qi cultivation realm.

According to Haotian's understanding, the bird and beast he encountered last time should be the Gathering Spirit Realm, and the giant snake he killed was undoubtedly the Qi Cultivation Realm.

At that time, Haotian and Emperor Yu were separated from others to look for prey, and they happened to find an injured Red Tiger, with the strength of the five levels of brute qi cultivation, naturally he did not dare to provoke, although the Red Tiger had been injured, it was far from being able to deal with him, but in the end he was killed by Haotian head-on, and it was that battle that made the proud boy of the barbarian willing to call Haotian the boss.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

In the distant tribe, there were suddenly a few thick drums, which made Haotian and Manyu slightly stunned.

"Well, the stone drum is ringing?"

"I don't know how many rings it is, boss, let's take a look?"

"Okay, let's go. ”

Haotian and Manyu at the same time a carp played up, bounced up directly, and then ran towards the wooden village, the stone drum sounded, proving that someone is verifying their strength, if it is one to nine rings is nothing, if it exceeds this boundary, it means that there are people above the spirit realm beating the drum, it is a bit of a look, as for the other stone drum in the wooden village, Haotian and Manyu have never seen anyone knock it, because the drumstick is three thousand catties, it is said that there is a kind of drumstick nine thousand catties, the tribe does not have that kind of stone drum at all, only those larger tribes have.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Haotian and Manyu galloped towards the gate of the tribe village, and on the way, the two glanced at each other with some surprise, because the sound of the stone drum had sounded nine times in succession, and at this time, it still maintained the rhythm at the beginning, and continued to vibrate, it seems that the person who beats the drum must have reached the Gathering Spirit Realm.

"Twenty rings!"

The gate in front of the gate appeared in the field of vision, and the drums had reached twenty sounds, and at this time, the field in front of the gate was full of tribesmen, and there were whispers around the high platform where the stone drums were placed.

"It's Brother Manshan. Haotian and Manyu ran to the periphery of the crowd and saw clearly that the sturdy young man on the high platform was the grandson of the chief of the Hanyue tribe, Manshan, who was also the elder brother of the Manchu clan.

"Thirty rings!" Haotian felt a slight shock in his heart, if it was only thirty rings, it would be fine, but everyone could see that Manshan was far from reaching the limit at this time, and the rhythm of the drumming was not disordered at all, that is to say, his strength was far more than that.

Sure enough, as a dull drum sounded, someone in the crowd began to exclaim:

"Forty rings!"

"Forty-one!"

"Forty-two!"

"Forty-three! Could it be that the Barbarian Mountain is going to break through the forty-nine rings and enter the Chongmai realm?"

"Seventeen years old, Manshan is only seventeen years old, seventeen-year-old Chong Pulse Realm is already rare, it seems that our Cold Moon Tribe is going to produce another genius. ”

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The stone drums sounded one after another, which had already alarmed some of the strong people of the tribe, including some old people who were usually rarely seen, and looked at the wild mountain on the high platform, his face was a little complicated, and he clenched his fists slightly.

At this time, the drum beat had exceeded forty-nine times, that is, a boundary from the Gathering Spirit Realm to the Chongmai Realm, which already showed that the seventeen-year-old Manshan had reached the third realm of cultivation, the Chongmai Realm, and most of the people in this realm were already the backbone of the tribe and would be valued by the top of the tribe.

However, the drums were still not chaotic, they were still ringing, and the hundreds of people in the square gradually quieted down, as if they were all looking forward to the final result, most of them were full of excitement and joy, only a few had complicated expressions, and the brute lowered his head a little gloomily, as if he didn't want to look at the tall figure on the stand.

Haotian turned his head to look at him, and had already guessed the reason in his heart, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and didn't say much.

At this time, Uncle Yunong and a middle-aged man of the same age as him appeared on the periphery of the crowd, and people immediately made way of a passage, allowing two strong men with important positions in the tribe to walk to the stage, and the manshan on the stage seemed to notice their arrival, and a trace of excitement appeared on the originally expressionless face.

The drums continued to beat, and someone in the crowd began to count the drums in a whisper with shock and excitement:

"Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three...... Ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two......"

In the end, people's voices became a little trembling because of excitement, and a rare smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who came with Yu Nong, which was extremely rare for him who had always been very serious, and Yu Nong had a cold face that had not changed for eternity, and he did not have any expression for the performance of the mountain.

The drums finally slowed down, Manshan's naked upper body was already covered with beads of sweat, his arms were bruised, and after the drumstick sounded ninety-nine times, he couldn't lift it again, and everyone in the audience was a little regretful and secretly relieved, ninety-nine to one hundred times is also a boundary, beyond this boundary, it will cross the Chongmai realm into another realm, and many middle-aged men in the audience are also in that realm, if the seventeen-year-old Manshan reaches their height at this time, it will inevitably make them feel a little unacceptable.

"Ninety-nine times! Chong Pulse Realm Peak, good, good!" The middle-aged man standing with Yu Nong in the audience was already full of joy at this time, and said three good words in succession, he was Manshan's father, Manyong, that is, the son of the chief of the Hanyue Tribe.