The red sun is sinking in the west, and the night is covered.

Under the totem pole of Beicun, there is a dense gathering of ethnic people. It's been a month, but the rumors of the demon hunt have intensified.

The totem pole ears are returned to the totem pole, and the demon blood essence contained in it is contained in the totem pole, and the demon flame is restrained and subsided, and there is no clue to it. But the people under the totem pole all raised their necks and looked up, talking with the clansmen around them with different faces.

"I don't know who is better than the demon blood essence obtained by Mo Liang and Ma Xiangyang...", a clan elder asked quietly with a worried face.

The clan elder beside him frowned slightly, sighed and said, "Ma Xiangyang has the help of the Holy City guards, and the demon spirits of the Qi Sea Realm are extremely powerful. You also saw it that day, and the fierceness of its demonic spirit is even more terrifying than that of the rooster on the rooster on the mountain. I'm only afraid, Xiao Liangzi this time...... Hey~"

The clan elders were slightly silent. They hoped that Mo Liang would win, but they saw with their own eyes the power that the Holy City Guards gave to Ma Xiangyang's demon spirit.

"Let's not be pessimistic. Xiao Liangzi can come and go freely from Jiming Mountain, and with such strength, he will not necessarily lose. Perhaps, there will be surprises and miracles?" another clan elder said comfort. But the elders of the clan smiled bitterly, miracles, how can there be many miracles in this world?

In a slightly dull mood, a clan elder suddenly raised his head and was shocked, "Here it is!" ”

......

Mo Liang and Shi Jun came to the square of the totem pole after nightfall. Behind them, there was also Xu Jinhu, who had Mo Liang's eyes.

Ma Xiangyang and the others had not yet come, and the eyes of hundreds of ethnic groups looked at Mo Liang with faint eagerness and expectation.

This made Mo Liang's shoulders sink slightly, and he felt a lot of pressure. He smiled at the people, said hello slightly, and followed Shi Jun and stood at the foot of the totem pole. Above his head, it was the totem pillar ear that he had hunted for more than 20 days of demon blood.

At this moment, the totem pole ear demon flame was restrained and silent, just like the silence of hundreds of tribesmen at this time.

All the people were waiting for Ma Xiangyang, and at the same time, what lingered in their minds was the incomparable breath of the Qi Sea Realm Demon Spirit.

Mo Liang's expression was indifferent, which made the people faintly look forward to it. Perhaps, Mo Liang was able to hunt down demon blood spirits that were more powerful than the Qi Sea Realm, but then, they were laughed at by their ridiculous idea, Mo Liang was just a teenager. The bonfire between the crowd danced, reflecting on his face, and he could still see the immaturity that could not be concealed.

How could such an immature young man win the intervention of a senior martial artist like Dozens of Ma Xiangyang, and even the Holy City Guards?

Thinking like this, the people were even more gloomy. A sigh of "hey~" made Mo Liang's brows jump closely. He couldn't help but glance up at the totem pole ear and whispered, "You won't let me down, will you!"

......

There was wind at night, and there was a struggling and angry roar in the north sky. Kitamura was silent, and the wind-blown Mora's black hair fluttered, tied in a line by a red hairband in front of his forehead.

"Hahaha~ Brother Moliang, you're back!" Ma Xiangyang's voice rumbled and he walked over laughing. Behind him, Yan Jin, Ma Xiangfei, Ma Xiangdong, Wang Yongcai, Wang Yongwen, as well as a group of guards and quasi-guards, the pace was steady, the tiger was vigorous, and the momentum was quite majestic.

They all looked at Shi Jun, Mo Liang, and the people with a slight look on their faces.

Dozens of people came in, and it was also a big impact, and the clansmen on one side were taken by the fierce momentum of the warriors, and retreated back in panic, chaotic, and frightened. On the other side of the totem pole, a large area was immediately vacated, and the warriors laughed and stood full.

Mo Liang's eyes shrank slightly, looking at the guys who were not ashamed at all but proud, and even a little proud, and gritted his teeth slightly.

In this way, are they still the warriors of the North Village before?

His heart was depressed, and his eyes were even more focused on Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin. There is a diametrical opposition between the clansmen and the warriors, but it's going to ruin the North Village!

"You guys are damned!"

There was an unconcealed chill in his gaze, which made Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin slightly stunned, as if this anger came a little abruptly. But Mo Liang didn't think so at all, the blood affinity left by Beicun's ancestors for generations was almost separated by Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin.

If the position of village chief falls into the hands of these two people, the foundation of Beicun will be destroyed.

Ma Xiangyang was slightly stunned, and then immediately smiled. "Brother Mo Liang, where did you start talking about this, being a brother is just hunting a little goblin in the Qi Sea Realm. Why, you don't even have the courage to try, and you're going to be angry?"

This triumphant gesture immediately made Mo Liang and all the people of the clan tighten their teeth, and they were extremely resentful. This person is shameless, as if the goblins of the Qi Sea Realm were hunted by themselves.

"When you win, be so noisy again!" said Mora in a hoarse voice.

This Beicun warrior disappointed him, and the bad of Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin made a fire in his heart go straight to his throat, so that this voice came out, so that all the clansmen couldn't help but clench their fists tightly, looking at him worriedly, and a momentum of hatred and hatred condensed.

"Yes, wait until you win!"

"Mo Liang young hero, how can you be afraid of your little demon spirit of the Qi Sea Realm. Eyeless villain, when you lose, look where your cheeky face goes!"

......

The sound of cursing came and went, but Ma Xiangyang's smile became stronger and stronger.

"Scold, scold! The more angry you get, the more I feel your weakness and helplessness. It seems that I am already going to be sure of this demon hunting battle. He said slowly, the corners of his mouth curled and his eyes shining.

"Brother Moliang, you have to be calm! I won this demon hunting battle, but I just won the position of village chief, but if you are impulsive and do something stupid, you will lose your own life!"

Ma Xiangyang Yin said with a smile, and at the same time, the stabbing soul of the "Fire Cloud Stone" was revealed again, and the suffocating momentum of the Seven Grades of Ink was heavily pressed on the hearts of the people, and they were out of breath. As if echoing, dozens of warriors put away their mocking smiles, and followed Ma Xiangyang to show his assassination soul again, layer by layer - green jade mantis, black stone, bluestone...... Spread out.

It's a ridiculous threat. A group of warriors, tracking the secret of the earth's movement, never bravely showed their martial souls, and the demon hunting battle and killing demons did not bravely show their martial souls, but faced this group of people, proudly showing their strength.

Mo Liang took a deep breath, shook his head and said coldly: "My life is to fall on the way to protect the people and charge, and it is to fall on the land sprinkled with demon blood, even if it is only buried in obscurity under the ground of this village, it is also naked blood and loyal souls! ”

His gaze stared straight at Ma Xiangyang. He didn't take a step forward, but the momentum on his body made the Kitamura warrior suddenly take half a step back.

The Assassins were gone, and even the smug sneer on their faces was gone.

This young man, he is alone, but this hard body and heart are as shocking as if they hit people's hearts. This hot-blooded and righteous fool made one by one the warriors who had become reluctant to be stabbed in the weakest part of his heart.

Ma Xiangyang smiled coldly with disdain, and scolded in a deep voice, "Stinky boy, do you want to be a hero?" Unfortunately, this world is not reserved for heroes, look at your father, he is still in the northern mountains, tormenting day and night!He~ Young blood fever...... When you see the world one day, you'll know what bullshit blood is!"

Mo Liang shook his head slowly, and said seriously: "I have seen incomparably strong people, enemies of heaven and earth, fighting with big demons, and the world they have seen is far beyond what can be described by all kinds of colors. But they can still walk through the wilderness and bury their bones in the green mountains, they are no longer young, but they are still burning. If you are as reluctant as you are, you are not worthy of being called a warrior, let alone the village chief of this North Village. ”

"Come on, let's take a look at this totem pole ear! The ancestors of Beicun will not let me lose!" Mo Liang looked up at the totem pole ear without a trace of temperature, but he seemed to hear the sound of gurgling blood as it poured into it.

Ma Xiangyang snorted coldly and moved the corners of his mouth, and said mockingly: "Young and frivolous...... I'll let you know what the world is like!"