The Raven Tribe, a brisk teenager floated by, and entered the camp through the boundless sea of grass. Behind him was a mottled basket of animal skins, a little dirty, and the leather basket exuded a cold smell, but the boy was very excited.

The young man is Qingfeng, and in the blink of an eye, he is already seventeen. The seventeen-year-old boy, Zhengying was very strong, and he slammed to eight feet, although his body was a little thin, but it was also extremely violent.

After ten years of hard work, Qingfeng already has the strength to enter the five products of ink, and he can step into the six products of ink.

The difficulty of cultivating a first-grade tattoo is simply desperate, but fortunately, Qingfeng has slowly adapted to it. For ten years, he has always adhered to a belief that as long as he enters the forging body, then the treasure of Tianzun's remnant thoughts will be opened, and the anti-heaven place of chasing souls will gradually be brought into play. And he had to endure all the tribulations before that.

In the past ten years, he has tasted the warmth and coldness of people and the hardships of the world.

"If I catch this poison this time, I can get five hundred gold from the external affairs manager of the guard! With this money, I can buy ten first-grade gravity array stones, which is enough for me to enter the sixth grade of ink! When the time comes, I will have the strength to participate in the selection of the quasi-guard, and I will never do this snake-catching business again!"

Aomine was in a good mood, he hadn't been so happy in a long time.

Since he entered the crow tribe at the age of seven, he has refused the gift of the secluded fence, and has survived step by step on his own, becoming stronger step by step, and almost starving to death several times. Fortunately, they all survived in the end!

He had been catching snakes for nine years, which in the Crow tribe was called snake slaves, and only the weakest and helpless wandering beggars did it. But Qingfeng has no choice, he has a tattoo, and in the past ten years, he has only had the strength to enter the ink five products, and doing other things is not enough to support himself. Although snake catching was dangerous, compared to many things, he could get more money to buy array stones and elixirs to cultivate. If it weren't for that, he would probably only be in the fourth grade of ink now.

Today, he was extremely lucky to catch a colorful star, which was a rare low-level poisonous thing in the sea of grass, and its strong dark attribute would inevitably make those in the guard very sought after.

With this harvest, he will soon be able to advance to the sixth rank of ink. Once he is promoted to the sixth rank of the ink, he is eligible to enter the quasi-guard. The quasi-guard is a backup of the guard, doing some auxiliary tasks. But even so, Zhun Wei has become a warrior of the tribe, eating and drinking without worry, and can concentrate on cultivation. Moreover, there is also a gravity array in the quasi-guard camp, as long as he enters the quasi-guard, he no longer has to waste money to buy gravity array stones, he can practice on the gravity array every day!

As soon as he thought of this, Qingfeng's heart was hot, and his steps couldn't help but be a little brisker.

"Hmph!" Just as Qingfeng was excited, a cold snort sounded, and a lot of ridicule sounded in his mind, "Do your daydream! This year, it's enough to choke~"

Tianzun mocked idly. Tianzun is a remnant of Qingfeng's knowledge of the sea, and it is said that he is the only person in the Faceless God who is a character of the Tianzi generation. In the past ten years, Aomine has long been accustomed to his presence.

Tianzun's words made Qingfeng's face suddenly gloomy. Thinking of the hateful guard and foreign affairs officer, I hated it so much that my teeth itched.

The external affairs manager, to put it bluntly, is the miscellaneous affairs manager, and he can't even touch the edge of the guard, and his strength is only nine products in ink. On weekdays, the soldiers who help the guards deal with some sundries, diet and daily life, etc., but they have a lot of authority, and they are even more deprived of Qingfeng, who is struggling to make a living.

"If he dares to stretch out his hand too long, Lao Tzu will fight with him!"

Aomine gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes lit up with crazy fire.

There is still a month left in the selection of quasi-guards, and this month he must be promoted to the sixth rank of the ink! He can't wait for a moment, for this moment, he has been working hard for ten years. Whoever stands in the way!

"Hehe, you've been like this for a long time, you've been a six-rank warrior for a long time. Think about it, how much has he deducted over the years?

A touch of coldness flashed in Qingfeng's eyes.

He will never forget how much he risked his life when he was a child to catch the first poisonous snake, and the money he could get from the old man was not enough to heal his wounds, and he almost died in the shadow of the tribe.

"It's been ten years, and he is still in the ink nine grades, and he has never grown!" Qingfeng had a bloody light in his eyes, licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue, and said coldly: "When I enter the guard, the first one will clean him up!"

As he spoke, Aomine was about to arrive at the guard's station.

In the high fence, on the empty stone square of a thousand zhang size, thousands of powerful warriors were cultivating with shouting and drinking, and people were bare-chested, with different tattoos and various forms of exercises, which looked very difficult.

Moreover, it was a second-grade gravity array that was more powerful than the first-grade gravity array of the Quasi-Guard, and it was enough for the strong people in the forging period to multiply their cultivation on it. Aomine's eyes were hot.

It was full of foreign ministers. If he had been able to reach the Raven Tribe in the first place, he might have practiced there for a while!

With a twist of his head, Aomine no longer thought about those illusory ifs. With the "soul chasing guide," it is not yet known which is better or worse! One day, with this tattoo, he will return there, a place where he should have been there a long time ago.

Not far ahead, at the entrance of the guard camp, a thin old man sat on a chair made of bone, leaning cross-legged. Seeing Qingfeng coming over with the snake basket on his back, his eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Aomine baby, here?"

"Uncle An!" Qingfeng stepped forward with a smile, very kindly.

"Hehe~!" The old man's name is Wu'an, and when he saw Qingfeng's brisk footsteps, he knew that he had gained a lot, and he thought that he could deduct a lot this time, "I have gained a lot!" ”

Qingfeng put down the snake basket, and as soon as he stopped Wu An, he was about to lift the lid, and warned: "Uncle An, be careful, this time it's a highly poisonous guy!"

Wu An's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed: "Good guy, boy, you can do it! Old man, I have watched you catch snakes since you were a child, and you have the ability to catch colorful stars!"

Aomine smiled slightly, but did not answer. secretly scolded in his heart for being stinky and shameless, showing that he didn't want to accept Wu Anqiang's self-talking care.

Wu'an was also unaware, picked up the snake basket and entered the camp, and said, "Wait, the old man will go and see who wants it!"

With that, he turned around and went in. Guards are the warriors of the tribe, and the tribe actually does not provide other cultivation products except for camps and cultivation places, except for a few powerful warrior tribes that will distribute array stones, pills, etc., and everyone else has to prepare by themselves. Wu'an did such an errand job, and the snake demon beasts with rich dark energy were in great demand by the Crow Clan's guards, so they also gave birth to the role of snake slaves in the tribe.

This time, Wu'an is going to find those Raven Clan's warriors.

As far as Qingfeng knows, the guards of the Crow Department have two layers: quasi-guards and guards, and among the guards, there are serving guards and guards of their own clan. The service of the native tribe is separate from the ministry of the foreign tribe. Wu An is the old man of the Crow Tribe, and he also serves the guards of his own clan, and there is no need for snakes and monsters to serve the guards.

After a while, Wu'an came back, with a smile on his face, it seems that the colorful star is indeed very popular, and it also has a good price!

Throwing over the empty snake basket, Wu'an screamed: "Baby, pay you back! And this~"

As he spoke, he threw another money bag. Qingfeng stretched out his hand to catch it steadily, and his brows suddenly wrinkled. He asked, "Uncle An, isn't it right, why is there so little?"

"Less?!" Wu An suddenly screamed, "Qingfeng, you baby is so dissatisfied, I still take care of you like this because of the old man! If the old man hadn't given you a job, you would have starved to death! Is it too little now? The young man nowadays is really greedy......

"Wu'an!" Qingfeng's face had completely cooled, "You can sell a colorful star for at least a thousand gold." Seven hundred for the serpents of your own people, and five hundred for the serpents of the foreigners. Why do you come to me, there are only two hundred and five left? Is it because I'm greedy, or are you greedy? Or are you easy to bully when I'm Qingfeng!"

"Bullying? The old man still needs to bully you?" "That Wu'an saw Qingfeng's face, and immediately tore his face, "Just rely on you as a little calf with a tattoo, a little wild seed without a father and mother? If the old man hadn't given you food, you would have starved to death! What an ungrateful thing!"

"I have been catching snakes in Qingfeng for nine years, from the first snake, I was exploited by you and almost died on the street, until now, no one has done this dangerous errand, I will do it! Others can't stand your face, I can't bear it! However, others are willing to be inferior to others for the rest of their lives, and I am not reconciled! Today, Lao Tzu is going to reason with you! I don't break the rules, you can just give me the 500 gold! If you don't give it to me, Lao Tzu will fight hard with you!"

Qingfeng's voice was violent, staring at Wu'an, and pressing towards him step by step, the momentum actually made Wu'an, who had entered the ink nine products, tremble, and couldn't help but retreat step by step.

"Woohoo! Fight! Fight!"

I don't know when, the dispute between the two Qingfeng has attracted the attention of the guards, and those foreign service guards are on the side, stopping their cultivation and running over to see the excitement. Their practice is too boring on weekdays, but today they met a boy and an old man who were arguing, and they were very excited.

At this moment, Wu'an's face turned red all of a sudden. Thinking about his strength in the ink nine grades, although he is not a strong one, he was bluffed back by this stinky boy who entered the ink five grades. A shy and angry anger rushed up, and Wu An screamed and scolded angrily: "Stinky boy, you are looking for death!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the palm containing the power of a thousand catties was pressed towards Qingfeng's head. Qingfeng was also fierce to the extreme, no matter whether he avoided it, he directly punched Wu'an's head, and the power of five hundred catties was also impressive, so shocked that Wu'an immediately returned to save him.

Bang!

The fists and palms touched, and Aomine flew out directly like a kite with a broken string, and his entire arm was already numb. Wu An also took a few steps back, and secretly said in his heart that it was so dangerous, he didn't expect Qingfeng to really fight with him!

Seeing Qingfeng fall to the ground, a sense of anger on the line of life and death made Wu An's eyes even redder, and he didn't give up, and rushed up directly, with a strong killing intent.