"Haha, this map is the work of my life. It took me more than 100 years to get this map built. The patriarch laughed.

"Then, Grandpa Patriarch, can you tell me how many troops there are in the clan now? Xia Longxie asked.

"In the clan, there are only about 200 people who can participate in the battle. The patriarch stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the cunning moonlight and replied. Suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Long and said evilly: "However, everyone in our Mibi clan has dual elemental spiritual power. And all of them are wood and fire. This is also because of our ancestral bloodline, our exclusive cultivation method, and our traditional bloodline, which has always been the tribe that dares to be the second in the Sidiga Mountains, and no one dares to call it the first. In addition, I usually treat the patriarchs of the next few tribes well, so when there is a situation on our side, they will naturally rush over. If you do that, there will be 2,000 people who can participate in the battle. ”

"Two thousand!" Xia Long exclaimed. Although at the beginning, I felt that this Mibi patriarch was not simple, but now it seems that this is not simple, it is simply unfathomable. First of all, the patriarch mobilized the spiritual power of the wood element to talk to them, and in the decoration of the council hall, coupled with the story that the patriarch told them before, the scene he described had been described to the point of being incredible. Xia Longxie didn't know if this person was making it up, but he felt that it would be clear in a while.

"Come, let's plan the battle first. The patriarch walked up to Xia Longxie and looked at the map.

"I'm not good at this, all I can do is give advice to the patriarch and grandfather, you have seen a lot of big scenes, so you should come. Xia Long Xie excused himself.

"Alright, I said you should make a suggestion. The patriarch didn't make any other requests, replied.

"We'll ····· in a moment And then ····· Immediately after ·······"

The patriarch was there to describe his thoughts vividly, and Xia Longxie's face was puzzled at first, and then surprised on his face.

At this time, it was on a hillside seventy miles away from the Mibi tribe. A man wearing a big mink jacket, his eyes were sharp, his nose was a little crooked, and he added the two big teeth that leaked out, yellow in color, which was very striking.

"Boss Meng!" the ugly man said respectfully, looking at a man on a white horse to his right.

"Huh?" Boss Meng, who was called, asked after hearing the title, his originally smiling face became angry, staring at the ugly man.

"Bah, Patriarch Meng! Patriarch Meng! Look at my broken mouth. The ugly man was very angry when he saw his Meng patriarch, and quickly changed his words. This is not over, in front of his distorted face, he slapped him twice.

"Oh, yes, that's right. It's not right to call it Boss, otherwise we're going to be bandits. Clansmen, are you right!" The man known as Patriarch Meng suddenly laughed, turned his head and shouted as he looked at the team of nearly a thousand people behind him.

"Yes, yes, yes!" all the people looked at Patriarch Meng, raised the long knife in their right hand, and shouted in unison.

If you look closely, you will find these so-called clansmen. All of them have cunning faces, and they are all wearing rags and rags, and only a few are dressed normally. It can only be described as the bandit that the ugly man spoke of earlier.