After the two whispered a few words, Sha Lu Erzhuang's tiger's eyes, which were already the size of copper bells, widened even more, and his face was surprised, looking at Jun Ye in front of him in disbelief.

How can he not know how brave his own son is?

At this moment, he was defeated by this white and handsome young man in front of him?

Looking at this kid, his face is like a jade, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, just like a jade boy, and he is no different from a weak scholar.

Such a scholar-like kid actually defeated the first warrior of Xueqiang, Shalu Tuoye?

Are you kidding!

Don't be Shalu Toye, seeing that his father has been the patriarch for decades, he can't hold it back, and wants to find a random kid in a vain attempt to usurp his power?

But it doesn't make sense!

He doesn't know about his son?

Although the people are tigers, they are not stupid to this extent, and they will just find someone to pull out the Snow Mountain Divine Knife.

Sha Lu Erzhuang sat on the horse, stared at Jun Ye, and said in a muffled voice: "It's you, who defeated my son?" ”

Jun Ye bowed slightly, and arched his hand without humility or arrogance: "It's the kid." ”

Sha Lu Erzhuang looked at him twice and said, "What's your name?" ”

Jun Ye said indifferently: "Jun Ye." ”

Sha Lu Erzhuang nodded, "Yes, his expression is calm, but he has a hidden magnificent momentum, and there are dragons and phoenixes!" Yaer's defeat at your hands is not wronged. ”

"Since you have defeated my first warrior of Xueqiang, then you have the qualifications to go to the temple."

Then, Sha Lu Erzhuang raised the big knife in his hand, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "Pass my order, sacrifice to the sky, and tell your ancestors!" Singing the Sheep Drum! ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt ringing in everyone's ears.

Sheep God Drum?

This is the sacred relic of the Xueqiang tribe, a spiritual symbol!

Not used for non-major celebrations.

Once the sheep god drum sounds, then all the Xueqiang people will come to watch.

At this moment, the patriarch actually ordered to worship the heavens and tell the ancestors, and he also had to move out of the sheep god drum?

What the hell is going on!

Sha Lu Erzhuang seemed to see the doubts of the Xueqiang people, pointed at Jun Ye with a knife, and after sparing him with the horse under his seat, he said loudly: "Because, this warrior! He said he was going to the Xueqiang Temple and tried to pull out our artifact! ”

Suddenly, these Xueqiang warriors glanced at each other, dumbfounded, and their hearts were shocked to the point of agitation.

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted.

Loud in the sky.

Pull out the ancient knife embedded in the stone platform?

It's simply impossible, wishful thinking!

The Xueqiang clan, since ancient times, has been born for thousands of years, and has given birth to many generations of first warriors.

These warriors like Shalu Toye, not to mention tens of thousands, must have thousands.

They all have the qualifications to enter the Xueqiang Temple and try to pull out the ancient sword.

However, after thousands of attempts, no one can successfully pull out this mysterious ancient knife!

And the handsome jade boy in front of him, even though his strength is strong, people have to admire.

But he wanted to pull out that ancient knife?

It's a dream!

"To open the Snow Mountain Temple, it is indeed necessary to sacrifice to the heavens and ancestors, and to sacrifice the sheep god drum, but it is because this kid wants to enter the temple? Are you kidding! ”

"Even our Xueqiang man who can't pull out the ancient knife, how can a mere foreigner do it?"

"Yes, patriarch, this kid is messing around, are you going to mess around too? If you disturb the heavenly spirits of your ancestors, it's not good! ”

These Xueqiang warriors spoke up one after another to object, and some even moved out words that disturbed their ancestors, reminding Shalu Erzhuang that he should not stir up the army.

After all, this is a post-apocalyptic world that could face extinction at any time.

Beyond the snow-capped mountains is the primeval forest that stretches for thousands of miles, and a little further west is the vast Hongergai steppe.

There are countless mutant beasts!

The people of the Snow Qiang tribe tensed their nerves every moment, ready to meet the attack of the beast tide at any time.

It has been nearly two months since the apocalyptic changes.

They had already resisted seven waves of mutant beasts, and the number of the Snow Qiang people had dropped from 5,000 to about 3,000.

The casualties are extremely heavy!

In this case, it is really inappropriate to reinvigorate the teacher and move the people to worship the ancestors and open the temple.

At this moment, a rider came forward and came to the side of Shalu Erzhuang on his horse.

This Xueqiang warrior looked to be about the same age as Jun Ye and Shalu Tuoye, and unlike many of his clansmen, he was tall and tall, almost 1.9 meters.

The cheeks were flushed with a plateau red, the stubble was black and thick, and the bare skin was like copper cast iron, shining in the sun.

He, named Tuolelei, was the second warrior of the Xueqiang tribe after Shalu Toye.

But the world only knows the first, but does not know the following.

So Tuo Lelei lived a very aggrieved life, and at this moment he looked at Jun Ye twice, his eyes were full of suspicion and disdain.

Just now he was in the mountain village, and he didn't see the battle between Junye and Shalu Tuoye.

This kid has a face like jade, fresh and handsome, and looks quite handsome.

However, it's like a little white face.

It does not conform to the aesthetics of the Xueqiang man.

How could such a person defeat Shalu Toye!

It must have been the carelessness of that guy from Shalu Tuoye.

At this moment, Tuo Lelei picked up the fine iron hammer in his hand, pointed at Jun Ye horizontally, and said sharply: "What kind of thing are you kid, what qualifications do you have, you want to enter the temple of my clan?" ”

Jun Ye raised his eyelids with amusement and looked at the stout man on the horse.

"You, what kind of thing, dare to point fingers at me."

Towler's face sank, and he leaped from his horse like a boulder on the ground, startling some of the horses around him, and it took a while to calm down.

"Lao Tzu is pointing at you, what can you do to me?"

"Lao Tzu is just curious, you kid, what method did you use to make that guy Shalu Tuoye admit defeat, didn't you sell your tender belly? Hahaha! ”

As soon as these words came out, the Xueqiang cavalry who followed Shalu Erzhuang and later burst out laughing.

They hadn't seen the earth-shattering battle with their own eyes, so they were also suspicious in their hearts.

Without waiting for Jun Ye to speak, Shalu Tuoye, who was not far away, was furious when he heard the words and jumped on his horse.

The meniscus knife in his hand slashed into the air, his eyes were like angry lions, and he asked, "Towlerlei, what do you mean!" ”

Towleret sneered, "Who knows what I mean? Losing to such a little white face, didn't you count it in your own heart? ”

Shalu Toye was angry and laughing, pointing at Towlerai and unable to hold back a word for a long time.

This guy has been covered by the brilliance of his first warrior name all the year round, and he is naturally aggrieved, never thinking that he would lose his temper at such a time.

Tuo Lelei, a stunned young man, would rather believe that he had something unpleasant with Jun Ye, rather than believe that Jun Ye really defeated him.

Really, the ignorant are fearless!

Shalu Toye laughed angrily, took two steps back, faced Towlerai, and made a gesture of please: "Come on, come on, you can do it, you go!" ”