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It was surprising that such a sharp weapon came from the hands of an ordinary barbarian craftsman.

This "Falling Jade", which can cut through Zhen Yinjian's skin, has reached a sharpness that surpasses the level of magic weapons and is comparable to a hundred refining magic weapons. After all, Zhen Yinjian's current physical strength was enough to withstand the damage of magic-level weapons.

"Little Tiger Protector's Abba is so powerful?" Zhen Yinjian smiled and admired.

When Baoler heard Zhen Yinjian's praise for the barbarians of their tribe, his face bloomed with joy.

"Miss Baoler, Buhe called you and Zhen Shaoxia to go to the middle tent!" Just as Zhen Yinjian and Baoler were talking happily, a dark and thin young man came over and greeted Baoler.

This young man looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, his body was a little thin, and his eyes were full of curiosity when he looked at Zhen Yinjian.

"Okay, Hegel, I see, you go back. Paulel nodded, dismissed the thin black boy, and gave Zhen Yinjian a color.

"I don't know what's going on, Abba told us to go to the tent and let's go. Paulel explained while instructing Zhen Yinjian to accompany him.

The "middle tent" is the core of the gray wolf tribe, and it is also the place where the tribesmen discuss major matters, which is almost equal to the meeting residence of some sects in Donghua Yu.

Zhen Yinjian did not doubt that he was there, and immediately followed Baoler to the "middle tent". When he arrived at the middle tent, Zhen Yinjian had already seen a huge camp tent in the shape of a "mountain bag" standing there, much taller than the other "yurts" around.

At this time, people from one tribe after another rushed in, and there were two strong men of the tribe guarding the door. Baoler took Zhen Yinjian's hand and went to the "middle tent", but was stopped by a hand.

"What do you mean, Tiecher?" said Paulel with disgruntled face, puzzled by Tiecher's actions.

"It's not interesting, Paulel, you must have forgotten the rules of the clan. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the middle tent!" Tie Che did not give in at this time, but just turned his head to stare at Zhen Yinjian, and said so.

"You ......" Pauler's face turned red angrily, the tribe does have such a rule, but few people detain this rule so deadly. Even in the early years, the people of the Evil Eye tribe had entered the "middle tent" of the gray wolf tribe.

It's just that if there is no one to give permission, Paulel really can't do it for a while.

A smile tugged at the corner of Tie Che's mouth, for him, offending Paulel was nothing. The women of the Northern Badlands like the strong, and no one can afford a man who is easily subservient.

He was just happy to see Zhen Yinjian's deflated face. When his eyes turned to Zhen Yinjian's face again, he found that the other party did not have any chagrin or dissatisfaction, and was still calm and breezy.

"Brother Tiecher, I'm here on the orders of my uncle and Zunbu. Zhen Yinjian didn't say much, just like that, Tie Che's face froze.

"That's right, Tiecher, it was my Abba who asked him to come. If you're not dissatisfied, find my Abba!" Paulard puffed up his chest and looked proudly at his childhood companion.

"Get out of the way!" Baller commanded the two tribal warriors guarding the door, and the two looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

Buhe is the Zada of the Gray Wolf Clan, and its status is second only to the Maharaja and the Great Witch. If the Great Monarch is the king of the tribe, and the Great Witch is the king of the tribe, then Buhe is the general of the tribe! Whether it is from the status of Buhe's clan or the prestige of the clan, his words are very weighty, and he cannot be suppressed unless he is a great monarch or a great witch.

And since Zhen Yinjian was strictly ordered by Buhe, the two tribal warriors didn't know what to do for a while, and they didn't know whether to let Zhen Yinjian go in or block Zhen Yin from outside the door.

"Presumptuous! The rules of our tiger and wolf tribe are left by our ancestors, how can they be broken lightly!" Tie Che saw that the situation was not right, so he took the lead and scolded Zhen Yinjian.

"Alas!" Zhen Yinjian sighed, knowing that he had finally torn his face with Tie Che.

At this time, the two tribal warriors were also shocked when they heard this, and they stopped at the door of the "middle tent" again, and aimed the bone spear in their hands at Zhen Yinjian.

Seeing this situation, Paulal's face was also as cold as ice, and he glanced at Tie Che viciously. Tie Che pretended not to see it, and still looked at Zhen Yinjian with hatred.

"Who's out there?" a majestic voice sounded, and Baural's face immediately lit up, but Tiecher restrained his indulgent stance.

"Maharaja, it's me, Paulel!" Paulal's voice was brisk, with a hint of cheerfulness.

"Oh, Paulel, why don't you come in and talk, who are you arguing with outside?" the Maharaja did not come out of the "middle tent", but only came out.

"Hmph, Brother Tie Che didn't let me in with Zhen Shaoxia, and coerced us with the rules of the ancestors. Paulel glared at Tie Che, looking at the other party with a chill in his heart.

"Zhen Shaoxia, is that the young man who saved your Abba, you bring him in!" The Maharaja gave the order, and the two tribal warriors immediately withdrew from the door of the "middle tent" and stood separately on both sides of the "middle tent".

Baoler smiled and took Zhen Yinjian to the "middle tent", leaving only a gray Tie Che.

"Stinky!" the Iron Tooth Gang gritted together, already hating Paulel.

Walking into the "middle tent", Zhen Yinjian found that the entire middle tent was hollow, and outside the bone pillars that came out to support the camp tent, there was only an unknown large chair of animal skin in the center, and a strong man was sitting on the chair.

This man was strong and burly, and he stood there like a giant beast, giving people a terrifying and touching sense of majesty. This feeling is not like coercion, but more like a momentum formed after a bloody battle. Looking at this person with a wolf helmet on his head, wearing iron armor, and sitting on a big chair like an evil king, it makes people feel uneasy.

At this time, on his left hand stood a slender old man, this old man was dressed in a feather coat, holding a bone staff, bare limbs, and his dark skin could easily make people despise him, but a pair of bright eyes made people impressed.

On the right hand side of the man in the big chair stood Zhen Yinjian's acquaintance, Buhe. Today's cloth and body are wearing iron armor, and they are holding a black iron giant sword with one hand, which is particularly majestic.

In addition to these three, Zhen Yinjian looked around and found that there were more than a dozen people gathered around the burly man in the big chair, most of these people were middle-aged and elderly, with a calm temperament, and they were obviously not ordinary people.

What caught Zhen Yinjian's attention the most was that in the center of this "middle tent", there was a stone slab, and there was an unconscious man lying on the slate, but he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

As soon as Zhen Yinjian followed Bu He into the "middle tent", he received the attention of almost everyone, some of whom looked at him indifferently, some looked at him with hostility, and of course more eyes showed curiosity about him.

"Zhongzhou people" are not something that idle barbarians can see, especially in the barbarian hinterland of the Northern Desolate Land.

"Paulel visits the Maharaja, the Great Witch, the Cloth and Zada. Paulel respectfully saluted the three leaders of the tribe, even though one of them was his father.

"Zhen Yinjian, a native of Zhongzhou, has seen the Great Monarch, Dawu, Bu and Zada" Zhen Yinjian did not bow like Baoler, but treated the three leaders of the gray wolf tribe with the gift of the elders of Donghua Palace.

"Get up, you are the one from Zhongzhou who saved Buhe, I heard that you defeated Narutu of the Evil Eye Clan, it's amazing!" the Maharaja, who was sitting on his fur coat, smiled and explained to Zhen Yinjian. For Zhen Yinjian's "feat", there was an interesting appreciation in his eyes.

With Zhen Yinjian's current age, being able to defeat Narutu is also a great deed. You must know that among the barbarians, Narutu's strength is half a step away from being able to reach the realm where Buhe is, and such a strong figure was actually cleaned up by a "Zhongzhou ghost" like Zhen Yinjian, if Buhe hadn't told him in person, he wouldn't have believed it.

In his impression, the Zhongzhou people in the Northern Badlands are relatively rare, and their abilities are mainly focused on casting, business, and strategy, and there are very few Zhongzhou people who are stronger than the barbarians of the same rank.

Of course, this is not that the people of Zhongzhou in the Northern Desolate Land do not have cultivators, but even if they have a place of cultivation, there are few strong people who can match the barbarians, so the Great Monarch is so surprised.

"It's a good job, the Maharaja is polite!" Zhen Yinjian saluted, showing his respect for the ruler of this tribe.

The Maharaja nodded with satisfaction with Zhen Yinjian, thinking that it is rare for Zhen Yinjian to be such a "simple" "Zhongzhou person".

"I asked you to come with Paulel because I need your help. The Dajun went straight to the point and said his purpose for Zhen Yinjian. It turned out that it was this prince who called Zhen Yin to enter the "middle account".

"Although I don't know what the prince wants me to do, Zhen is willing to do the work of dogs and horses. Zhen Yinjian replied, and the Maharaja's face showed a look of satisfaction.

"Do you see the young man in front of you?" Dajun's eyes raised, and Zhen Yinjian followed his gaze and saw the young man who seemed to be faint and dead on the central stone slab.

This young man was wearing fur and leather armor, his skin was a little pale, and he was lying on the stone slab facing the sky at this time, if Zhen Yinjian could not feel his faint breathing, I am afraid that he would really think that he was dead.

"It's ...... Brother Ergan?" Paulel covered his mouth in surprise, his expression becoming sad.

Bar Ergan is the only son of the Maharaja, and his position in the tribe is revered and powerful, almost not inferior to Buhe, and he is the next generation of "Maharaja" appointed by the gray wolf tribe. It's just that it's really sad to see him like this.

"See, this person is very badly wounded, and his life is on the verge of death. Zhen Yinjian nodded, attached the magic sense to Ergan's body, and soon felt that this person's heart had suffered a heavy blow.

"That's right, Ergan is a powerful warrior, the future of the Gray Wolf Clan, and my son. The day before yesterday, he stayed in the tribe and encountered the evil eye tribe witch, and he was injured by the enemy, you have a way to heal it. The Maharaja got up from the fur chair and walked into Zhen Yinjiandao.