The Boiling Blood Tribe is built according to the mountain, and the large and small villages are distributed on the various platforms of the entire Blood God Mountain, and the largest main village stretches out on a wide hillside in the middle of the mountain.

When Ye Feng and the others came to the main village, it was already evening, and the remnant sun like blood was reflected on the blood-red mountain rocks, and a stern-faced warrior of the boiling blood tribe stood with his chest open, carrying a big stick and bone soldier standing outside the 'Blood God Village' that was thousands of square meters, and before he got close, he had already heard a earth-shattering noise coming from inside.

"Haka!

The roar was like thunder, exploding, shaking the entire Dazhai shaking, but obviously the boiling warriors outside were very unhappy, all of them were staring and panting, like a bull with a head pressed by the fire but being tied to death in a circle without venting.

What's going on?

Ye Feng really hadn't seen such a restless and fiery aura here in the wilderness, and then went inside, the magnificent village towered in front of him like a giant, just the gate made of 10,000-year-old wood was more than ten meters high, and there were all kinds of animal skins and bones hanging on it, rough and bold, and extremely wild.

The door was not closed, and the crowd was surging inside, and it was in full swing, and as far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of people besieging the city and sitting in a huge semicircle, and a wide square was vacant in the middle, and two barbarian warriors were trying to duel.

No, it should be said that one side is abusing the other side.

I saw a burly man with strange beast-shaped patterns on his body half-kneeling on the ground, covered with thick beast hair, and a pair of fists that had turned into beast claws.

With a sinister smile on his face and a fierce look in his eyes, he pressed his opponent to the ground with his knees, and then waved the huge claw like a casserole, slashing a huge arc in the air, mixed with the whirring wind fist, and smashed it into the opponent's face.

Boom!

A muffled sound resounded throughout Dazhai.

Yikes!

The blood splashed out without accident, spraying the beastly man's body, but it stimulated his beastly nature even more, making him laugh:

"Hahaha, Sutu, you are too weak to be a bloody warrior at all, hahaha!"

Boom!

In the midst of the laughter, the terrible fist smashed down again, and it was extremely ferocious.

Again, blood sprayed wildly, and the man under the fist was already unrecognizable and unconscious.

However, the terrible boxing did not stop.

Boom!

Bang bang!

The beastly man was like crazy, laughing wildly and punching at the same time, beating all over with blood, but no one came to stop him, but more than half of the barbarian audience next to him was shouting wildly:

"Haka!

The rumbling sound was about to tear the sky upside down.

"Yunfei, is this a killing person?" Ye Feng and his party had already walked into Dazhai, and many people's eyes swept over to this side.

Yun Fei didn't look surprised, and explained to Ye Feng: "The duel on the barbarian's side is like this, as long as you are on the stage, no one can stand down, and it is the most normal to kill and cripple......

"And who is this?"

Yun Fei's voice sank: "The young master of the Haka tribe, the bone vulture technique!damn, how did this guy become so powerful!"

Obviously, Yun Fei was no stranger to the young masters of the three major tribes, and the bone vulture in front of him showed terrifying strength beyond imagination, which was shocking.

And at this moment, when the bone vulture in that scene saw Ye Feng and the others coming in, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he directly grabbed the dying figure on the ground in the air with both hands, and the explosive muscles puffed up, and with a buzz, he threw the bloody figure towards the Sword Sect:

"The land of the gods does not welcome hairless monkeys, you guys get out of here!!"

It was too late, it was fast, and a vigorous figure in the crowd of the Sword Sect rushed up directly, and gently threw the miserable blood shadow towards the crowd of the Boiling Blood Tribe on the side, and then the whole person rushed into the field more like an enraged tigress.

"Senior Sister Xiaofan, come on!"

"Senior sister, kill that bastard and make him arrogant!"

"Ula Ula Ullah!"

The crowd exploded even more.

All the young disciples of the Sword Sect directly gathered around the venue, not surprised by this sudden battle at all, Ye Feng was also pulled by Yun Fei and squeezed to the front of the crowd, Yun Fei continued to explain while jumping to cheer for Baili Xiaofan:

"In the wilderness, fists are everything, strength is the truth, if you want to sit in this stockade in peace, you can't cowardice, one word, fucking is to do it!"

Ye Feng nodded, and said in his heart that this is really too wild, and it is just when you come in.

Although I don't know what happened before this so-called feast, it doesn't matter at all, any man will involuntarily get excited when he arrives on this occasion, as if a primitive and violent flame was ignited by this earth-shattering roar, which made him clench his fists slightly, and a familiar golden light appeared in his eyes.

......

At the same time, Jing Buji and the other elders of the Sword Sect strode towards the innermost seat in Dazhai, a group of muscular old men looked at him one after another, and there was even an old man with gray hair, strong spirits, and blood-colored veins painted on his face smiled and hugged Jing Buer.

"Haha, Knife, you're finally here!"

The King of Boiling Blood, Chief Manji, was almost over a hundred and fifty years old, but his voice was like a bell, and he looked like an old and strong tiger, still with formidable teeth and claws, and he hugged Jing Fuji heavily.

"What nonsense, old barbarian, say, is it these few things that don't have long eyes to make trouble today, don't say anything, cut them!!"

Jing Bu'er is in the wilderness, this is called the real self-release, even more domineering than the barbarian, and his finger pointed directly at the noses of the two groups of people opposite.

These two groups of people, with distinct costumes, can sit on an equal footing with the Boiling Blood Tribe, and their identities are naturally about to come out.

The dozens of people on the left side of the hand are all painted with white totem lines, with long bird feathers on their heads, or they are wearing hideous beast bone armor, and there are more than a dozen terrifying beasts with powerful breaths around them, at first glance, they are the king of all beasts, the Haka tribe.

The team on the right is much thinner than the Haka tribe.

These barbarians are covered with pockets of different sizes, their faces are painted with green or purple totems, and their eye sockets are sunken, as if they have not slept for several days and nights, but if you look at them closely, you can feel the poisonous snake-like resentment from them, and their strength is absolutely terrifying.

The Soul Devouring Tribe, the most poisonous and eerie powerhouse among the three major tribes, where would anyone dare to despise them.

In front of the two major tribes, there was an old man with a powerful aura sitting in each, and these two people dared to throw their faces in front of the Manji chieftain, naturally they were not rookie dogs, and their identities were also powerful and wild.

The number one master of the Haka tribe, the [Bloodthirsty Lion] Zaken, and the first high priest of the Soul Eater tribe [Wu Sen], can almost be regarded as the number two people in the tribe, and today they all came to the Blood God Mountain for the selection of the Holy Son, and the importance behind it is self-evident.

Zaken, with red hair, although he was also a hundred years old, he was also sturdy like a wild beast, and he grinned when he stared at Jing Buji:

"Hehe, Jing Buer, I think you have itchy skin, don't you think Lao Tzu beat you last time was not enjoyable enough!"

Ridges.

Jing Buer drew his knife on the spot, how could he bear this: "Red-haired dog, you bark again to listen, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will chop off your dog's head immediately." ”

Syllable!

Zaken directly smashed the table and stood up:

"Your name is Mao, I'm really afraid that you won't succeed, come, come down with me now, see if I don't pinch your balls!"

Boy!

It's really hot.

In the big village, people don't seem to be chatting without shouting, not only the smell of gunpowder exploded on the main seat, but the disciples of the three major tribes below plus the Sword Sect were already arguing.

Even, everyone didn't care about the daily choking of several bigwigs, and everyone's attention was focused on the battle between Baili Xiaofan and the Bone Vulture in the field.

"Rhubarb, tear him for me!"

In just a few moves, the bone vulture technique had already been forced out by Baili Xiaofan, and he roared in a low voice, summoning the huge spirit beast next to him that had not participated in the battle.

It was a golden mastiff, more than five meters long, amazingly large, with a bright golden face mixed with beautiful black veins, but a little like the king of tigers!

When it heard the call of its master, it immediately turned into an evil wind and rushed into the field, everyone only heard a few sounds, and its sharp claws actually skyrocketed out of dozens of meters and centimeters long, and in an instant, it seemed to have more than a dozen steel knives and slashed towards Baili Xiaofan.

"Damn, this 'tiger mastiff' has become stronger!" Yun Fei exclaimed.

The golden glow in Ye Feng's eyes unconsciously became more vigorous.

Yun Fei's words reminded him of the information that Mo Wuxian had revealed before.

Soul Eater, the people of the two major tribes of Haka have become stronger.

That mysterious 'god' didn't know what kind of means he had to use to comprehensively improve the strength of the two major tribes, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in this Blood God Mountain even if he borrowed a few of them.

What kind of existence are those so-called gods?

Is it a powerhouse in the Dharma Realm?

Did those gods come to the Blood God Mountain? Probably not, otherwise wouldn't the Sword Sect and the Boiling Blood Tribe be directly trampled to death, or would Old Man Jing already have a way to deal with it?

The situation in front of him was obviously beyond Ye Feng's imagination, the Soul Devouring and Haka tribes had already dared to pee on the neck of the Boiling Blood Tribe, and God knew what kind of moths would be tossed in the later Holy Son selection.

Although he was thinking, he could feel the Xuan Qi in his whole body involuntarily running slowly, and his skin seemed to become hot.

And at this moment, a magnificent sword like a mountain and a sea suddenly broke out in the field, it was Baili Xiaofan who sacrificed his Xuanbing long knife, and when he slashed in the air, it was like a thunderbolt in the sky, stunning the world.

Don't ask!

Or don't ask about the knife technique, or don't ask about the knife.

It's just that this infinitely powerful knife is in Baili Xiaofan's hands, and it has a little more spicy and refined taste than Chu Yunfei.

The sharp knife slashed at the route of the tiger mastiff's flying indestructible, directly slashing the fierce beast upside down and flying out, blood flowing, and before the bone vulture came to his senses, Baili Xiaofan's whole person had flashed in front of the opponent's eyes in the shadow of the knife, twisted his waist, and his sexy long legs swept fiercely on the face of the bone vulture, directly deforming his face, and the whole person flew out upside down like a cannonball.

Boom.

There was a black shadow directly on the heavy wooden wall of Dazhai, but the whole person of the bone vulture had already flown out, and it was miserable.

Awesome!

Long live Senior Sister Yunfan!

A hearty victory directly caused the Sword Sect and the Boiling Blood Tribe to explode.

On the main seat, Jing Buji, who was originally blowing his beard and glaring, immediately laughed, and pointed at Zaken's nose with a burst of mockery:

"See, red-haired dog, the disciples of our Sword Sect will casually step on you kittens and puppies, and if you force them again, Lao Tzu will kick you away!"

"Huh?" Zaken sneered.

In the wilderness, you can eat anything, but you can't suffer losses, you can't do anything, you just can't lose face.

I saw that the old blood lion waved his hand, and an incomparably majestic figure slowly stood up from the crowd of the Haka tribe.

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