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The Boulder Valley is located in the southern part of the Eastern Continent, and it is only a valley surrounded by the huge Luolong Mountain Range, but despite this, the Boulder Valley still spans more than 100,000 miles away, and there are thousands of creatures of all kinds.

Just outside the exit of the valley of the boulder valley, there is a city made of bluestone, like a wild beast lying in the vast world, the cyan boulder shines in the sunlight, and it is still clearly visible from miles away.

On the cyan city, every few steps there is a clan soldier wearing leather armor and holding a war spear to guard, and what is even more exaggerated is that every ten zhang away, there is a huge bronze giant crossbow, the turntable is wrapped around the baby's arm thick black beast tendons, and the steel giant arrow with a length of five zhang is deadly dragged, and the giant arrow has a thumb deep blood groove flashing with bloodthirsty ghostly light, pointing directly at the sky.

At this moment, life in the cyan city is boiling, especially at the gate of the city, it is a crowd of people, there are thousands of people coming and going in and out in just a quarter of an hour, the city is a forest of stone houses, the attic is continuous, the underground bluestone paving, criss-crossed, the buildings are connected, countless people are crowded, densely packed.

The rough men were either in groups, or walking alone with knives on their backs, or dragging the fierce beasts they had just hunted, or carrying the rare medicinal materials they had collected, hurriedly shuttling through the crowd.

Outside the city gate, there are dozens of zhang high on the huge arch, engraved with two strong and powerful characters of iron hooves, and the edge of the golden iron horse is revealed between the strokes, which is the middle grade iron hoof tribe stationed in the subway hoof city, and there is also a bit of prestige in the vast border wasteland.

The Iron Hoof Department is a middle-grade tribe, with a power radiating hundreds of thousands of miles, more than 100,000 people, 100,000 warriors of the Guardian Clan, and countless martial artists in the Blood Refining Realm.

As the center of countless tribes, it has attracted many outsiders to live here, so the permanent population of Ironhoof City has reached a staggering 2 million.

At this moment, in the city, a black stone building called Juxian Pavilion is full of people, in the huge hall, the ground is covered with brightly colored carpets, and if you look closely, you will find that this hundred-zhang size carpet is actually made of the fur of the high-grade fierce beast Flame Fox, and the fur of a Flame Fox can only be woven into a leather blanket of a few feet square, such a huge colorful giant carpet does not know how much manpower and material resources have been spent, which can be described as extremely precious.

In the hall, singing and dancing were leveled, more than a dozen people pushed cups and changed lamps, and a glamorous atmosphere surrounded them, but despite this, on the main seat in the middle of the hall, a young man dressed in a blue and white battle suit, with a handsome appearance, his expression was as deep as a ghost, and between the opening and closing of his eyebrows and eyes, the essence flickered, all of which showed that this person was not attracted by the wine.

This young man is the young patriarch of the Iron Hoof Tribe, known as the Blue Blood Madness Knife Qin Wanchuan, and the forty-eighth ranked young Tianjiao in the Border Wasteland Tianjiao List.

The young people in the hall are also from extraordinary backgrounds, they are all geniuses of the younger generation of various tribes under the territory of the Iron Hoof Tribe, and these talented young people will gather together every once in a while to learn martial arts and exchange martial arts experience.

Today, Tianjiao from other tribes came from afar, and Qin Wanchuan, as the host, deliberately gathered in this Gathering Immortal Pavilion to pick up the wind and wash the dust for them.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the original moving singing and dancing have long been gone, and there are only a dozen young Tianjiao left in the huge hall.

The age of these martial artists is not very old, none of them is more than twenty-five years old, there is an unwritten rule on the mainland, if you can't break through to the realm of blood refining before twenty-five, then you won't have much success in the future.

Of course, this statement is not absolute, it does not mean that you can't break through the Blood Refining Realm before the age of twenty-five, and you won't have a chance in the future, after the age of twenty-five, the meridians of the human body have already been formed, and the difficulty of cultivating the Blood Refining Realm will increase several times.

"Wan Chuan, I heard that a genius appeared a few days ago under the rule of your Iron Hoof Tribe, and he was able to kill ordinary Blood Refining Realm martial artists soon after he broke through."

And in this way, the only person who speaks to the young patriarch of the Iron Hoof tribe can only be a guest from afar, as a martial artist of the same level, of course, he will be treated as an equal.

I saw that the young man who opened his mouth was dressed in a white leather robe, and his eyes were as warm as jade, revealing a breath that the sky was falling and I was not moving like a mountain.

This person is one of the Tianjiao who came here as a guest, from another middle-grade tribe, Qingyun Division, ranked thirty on the list of Tianjiao in the Border Wasteland, more than twenty places higher than Qin Wanchuan's ranking, known as Wang Lun, a white-clothed Xiushi, with a fast sword in one hand.

There are a total of ninety-nine seats on the Tianjiao List in the Border Wasteland, and where there are people, there will be battles, and these characters on the Tianjiao List have formed alliances one after another to jointly resist foreign enemies, and at the same time go out to explore together to kill foreign races, etc., and Wang Lun Qin Wanchuan is a small group.

Hearing Wang Lun say this, Qin Wanchuan pondered for a moment with some doubts, and laughed a little disapprovingly, "Hehe, what do you mean by the tribal patriarch Xiao Chen, I didn't expect Brother Wang to have heard of such a trivial matter, and I also heard someone talk about it by chance a few days ago, what kind of magical power does a new blood refining realm have, I think it is just the ignorant people in those remote places who spread false rumors."

Qin Wanchuan didn't care about Xiao Chen's matter at all, after all, the Gu Yuan tribe was too weak, and for hundreds of years, it had only given birth to a strong person in the Blood Refining Realm, and it was the bottom existence among the lower grade tribes, and there were not many such small tribes within the territory of the Iron Hoof Tribe.

As for an ordinary Blood Refining Realm martial artist like Xiong Li Deadwood, he would not take the Blue Blood Crazy Sword in his eyes, as a figure on the Tianjiao List, it was commonplace to kill the enemy by leapfrogging, as simple as eating and drinking.

As for the battle between the Gu Yuan tribe and the Black Mountain and other tribes, in his eyes, it was just a child's play, if it weren't for his father's retreat and breaking through the Chonglou realm, he would temporarily act as an agent for the tribe's affairs, and even Xiao Chen's name would not be known.

Hearing Qin Wanchuan say this, before Wang Lun could react, a young man below jumped out first, and said loudly, "What the young patriarch said is right, I am close to the Gu Yuan tribe of Xiao Chen, this tribe has a shallow background, and the patriarch of the previous generation is even more mysteriously missing, I think this so-called Xiao Chen may have taken some shit luck, and luckily broke through to the realm of blood refining."

Wang Lun saw the young man jump out and say this, smiled lightly, did not approve or object, and everyone could not see any thoughts from his deep eyes at all.

At the bottom of Wang Lun, there is a red-haired young man who brings people a strong sense of suffocation, with red hair like fire, his body is full of evil energy, blood and qi lingering, like a demon like a demon, and there is a trace of demonic color on his face, waving his hand seems to bring a bloody rain and bloody wind, I don't know how many creatures have been killed, these murderous qi surround the body and do not disperse, condensed into endless evil qi.

As the saying goes, a strange person must have something extraordinary, and the strange figure of this strange young man certainly attracted the attention of most people in the hall, and it was inevitable that a group of young people whispered.

"Brother Li, who is this madman, how many people have been killed in such bloodshed." A young man in blue asked his friend next to him softly, shuddering as he said that his body might as well be involuntarily, as if he was frightened by the red-haired youth.

Hearing that the young man wanted to ask himself, the young man surnamed Li was full of pride, "Brother Tai, this is the right question, this red-haired young man, known as the Blood Demon Night Slaughter, is the fifth son of the Eternal Night Tribe of the top-grade tribe, ranked seventy-first on the list of Tianjiao in our border wasteland, and once single-handedly slaughtered several alien tribes, and his attack was ruthless, which can be described as a trick to kill."

Speaking of this, there was a pause, and seeing this, the young man who asked the question hurriedly and earnestly helped him fill the wine glass, and the young man surnamed Li showed a very sensible look, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and then said: "So, the patriarch of the Gu Yuan tribe under the rule of our Iron Hoof Territory is somewhat similar to the God of Killing, and he has single-handedly slaughtered the entire alien race."

But then he shook his head and chuckled again, feeling that he was whimsical, the Blood Demon Night Slaughter was a peerless Tianjiao on the Tianjiao list, what was he Xiao Chen, just a nobody.

On the main seat, Qin Wanchuan saw that Wang Lun was silent, so he took the lead in toasting, and after a while, the banquet came to the end, this is when he opened his mouth and said, "Since Brother Wang is interested in that Xiao Chen, in a few days it will be the day when the following tribes will pay tribute to my Iron Hoof Tribe, I will send someone to the Gu Yuan tribe to convey that this Xiao Chen must come to Iron Hoof City on the day of tribute, and I will wait to see if this person has become Tianjiao or has lost his reputation."

"Since the young patriarch has a heart, it just so happens that he will return to the tribe if he does not return in the next few months, why don't you take a trip to the Gu Yuan tribe in the next month" At this time, the young man who claimed to be from the Ebony tribe volunteered to take on this task.

The white-clothed Wang Lun looked sideways at the Blood Demon below, and when he saw this, the Blood Demon said lazily, "I heard that he also slaughtered an alien branch and smashed all the statues of his inheritance, and my Blood Demon also wants to see if his gun is fast or my knife is fast."

After speaking, the battle was surging to the sky, the bloody aura erupted, and in an instant, the demons in the hall danced wildly, and the murderous aura was raging.

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