The totem pole in the center of Beicun is like a hill and straight, more than a thousand-year-old tree, mottled with black and brown blood, and the mysterious lines are outlined, like anger and roar. The wind blows through it, and it seems to have a coolness that seeps into the bone marrow.

It is the foundation of the village, and it has its own meaning of existence, just as the holy city is like a totem pole like a pillar of optimus, radiating light day and night to protect the whole city. It accepts the soul and blood of the demon spirit, and quietly buries the power of protection.

At this time, it is silent, like a part of the earth.

Around it, there is a relatively empty square. In the village, many great things happen here. For example, now, all the people in the village gather here.

The village chief, Shi Jun, together with the clan elders, Mo Liang, stood on the left side of the totem pole.

Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin, along with some followers of the quasi-guards and guards, stood on the right side of the totem pole.

The people of the clan gathered around the totem pole. Their eyes looked at Mo Liang with a serious and calm face. Breaking into the reckless mountains alone and rescuing many of the weak old people in the clan in the demon mountains with countless demon spirits is a legendary deed in the eyes of everyone.

Mo Liang, at a young age, already has a faint aura of a hero.

This reverent gaze gathered even more to make Yan Jin and Ma Xiangdong's eyes heat up for a while, and they looked at Mo Liang, and the jealousy in their eyes almost erupted.

"Mo Liang?" Ma Xiangyang was much older and more calm than his two younger brothers. In this atmosphere of almost frozen confrontation, he still asked with a smile.

"It's me. Mo Liang replied lightly.

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man!Jiming Mountain, even I don't dare to break in, but you can save the clan elders together! Whether it's a newborn calf, or luck, I'm Ma Xiangyang convinced!" Ma Xiangyang praised without hesitation, his face was full of admiration, his momentum was bright, and he also shook his fist at Mo Liang and respected, if Mo Liang didn't know him, he really had to believe him.

Then, seeing that he hadn't put down his hands yet, he turned his words and aimed at the village chief Shi Jun. "But it's a miracle! If it weren't for the miracle, I can't imagine the consequences. Old village chief, with all due respect, you are old, and sometimes it is difficult to protect yourself, let alone protect your clansmen. I think this is also a big ordeal for you, haven't you noticed it? Beicun, you need a stronger village chief to protect everyone!"

"We need a strong village chief!" Ma Xiangyang's voice fell, and the brothers Wang Yongcai and Wang Yongwen shouted loudly. The voice was awkward in the silence, but they didn't notice it.

At this time, almost most of the forces in Beicun in the quasi-guards and guards obeyed the orders of Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin.

The people of the North Village were silent, their eyes were extremely firm, they were waiting for the village chief Shi Jun to stand up! There was no need for words, just the communication of their eyes gave the village chief Shi Jun more powerful strength.

Shi Jun sneered and stepped forward, "You little guys, if you want to replace them, just say it clearly! I have no problem stepping down, but if you want to take over...... I'm going to ask them, do you agree?"

Shi Jun casually pointed at it, and listened to the clansmen shouting, "I don't agree!" The sound rolled into the sky. Immediately, Ma Xiangyang's face changed.

"We only recognize Old Man Shi!"

"Except for Shi Jun, no one can be the head of this village!"

......

Shi Jun's prestige in the village, Ma Xiangyang had already expected it, but when this scene of unity of mind happened, it still made him tremble a little.

Inhaling slightly, he frowned and wiped away his ugly face, "Old village chief, it's not okay for you to squeeze me like this." How many of these clansmen have seen how fierce the real fierce beasts and demon spirits are? Our cultivators are bleeding and working hard, so it can't help but make people's hearts chill!"

"Heh~ The elders of the clan fell into the demon mountain, you turned a blind eye, but instead watched the position of the village chief, it won't be chilling?"

"Old village chief, you can't say that! Could it be that without you in Beicun, you don't want to gain a foothold in this rocky wasteland? The murder of the demon mountain is known to the world. It's not that I, Ma Xiangyang, are afraid of death, but ten horses to Xiangyang are also sent to death in vain!"

Shi Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. "In that case, isn't Mo Liang more qualified than you?"

The two said a word,-for-tat.

What Ma Xiangyang said is not entirely wrong, the murder of the demon mountain is known to everyone, and it is understandable that they retreated. But Mo Liang not only broke into the demon mountain alone, but also brought the clan elders back without any damage. In this way, it is useless to let Ma Xiangyang say that the sky is broken.

Ma Xiangyang paused slightly, his eyes gloomily glanced at Mo Liang behind Shi Jun, his face was as heavy as water, "It stands to reason that I shouldn't fight with Brother Mo Liang, but Brother Mo Liang is young after all, and I'm afraid it will be quite unsafe." Since they are all warriors......"

"You can't be thinking of some bullshit moves, right?" Shi Junwu interrupted Ma Xiangyang, revealing a mocking sneer.

Ma Xiangyang's age is nearly two rounds older than Mo Liang, almost the same generation as Mo Liang's father Mo Zhai, but at this moment, he doesn't even want to be cheeky.

"Beicun needs a strong man!" Ma Xiangyang said calmly with a straight face.

"Bullshit!" Shi Jun scolded angrily, "What is the use of having no skills, but being a gutsless rat generation?" Tell you, although the old man is old, this North Village will not fall into the hands of you rats no matter what!"

Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin's momentum changed suddenly, and a fierce aura of a martial artist rose coldly.

"Old village chief, your words are really chilling!" Yan Jin clenched his fists slightly, gritting his teeth as if he was very angry.

Shi Jun glanced at Yan Jin, who was pretentious, and said coldly: "Before, Wang Lingfeng was rampant and domineering in Beicun, you didn't care, but instead took action against Mo Liang, I think that you, as the captain of the guard, act expediently and don't care." But you, dare to tell your clansmen, to your elders and ancestors in Beicun, to tell the matter in Sandaogou and the old dragon's back! Betraying your ancestors to seek glory and killing each other with the same clan, you Yan Jin is still the captain of the guard in my Beicun!"

The clansmen were in an uproar.

Countless questioning eyes gathered on Yan Jin in an instant, even though he had the strength to enter the ink five grades, he also felt his shoulders sink. Kill each other! Especially in the land of demons in the wilderness, this is simply a heinous among the clan!

Yan Jin's eyes shrank fiercely, and the cold light overflowed, "Shi Jun, don't talk nonsense! If you want to force us away, why do you have such a bad reputation?"

He made a faint look, and the warriors around him immediately jumped out.

"We were born and died for Kitamura, but in the end we were so framed, what's the point of staying here?"

"Beicun can't accommodate us, some villages need warriors!"

......

Bursts of shouts came from among the warriors, and the momentum was menacing.

This is just a threat, but this threat cannot but make people worry. In this wilderness village infested with demons and fierce beasts, it is too terrifying to have no warrior to protect it! A random fierce beast can destroy the entire village. At this moment, the pressure brought by Ma Xiangyang and others has almost reached its peak. Nearly seventy percent of the warriors in a village are united, and the power is amazing.

Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin had sneers on their faces.

The angry warriors made the clansmen a little suffocated.

"Beicun needs a warrior, and it also needs a strong man!" Ma Xiangyang threatened coldly again.

Mo Liang was infected by this atmosphere, and gradually felt troubled.

I have to say that Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin are far from being comparable to Ma Xiangdong and Ma Xiangfei.

They keenly grasped a flaw exposed under Shi Jun's anger - Yan Jin had done something shady and shady, but Mo Liang did not have enough evidence. And Yan Jin, in a flash, had already grasped the key and turned it into Shi Jun's prejudice against martial artists. If Shi Jun bowed his head to retain the martial artist, it would almost be equivalent to agreeing that he was not capable of protecting the clansmen.

The momentum of the martial artist was incomparably condensed, forming a huge pressure to force the palace, enveloping Shi Jun and the people behind him. No one dares to imagine the terrible consequences of losing a warrior!

But at this time, Shi Jun, who was standing with a light and cloudy appearance, opened his mouth lightly. "Let's go!"

This sentence immediately surprised everyone. Especially the warriors who were still triumphant just now, they immediately shook their hearts and looked at Shi Jun dumbfounded. "What?"

"Kitamura needs warriors, but not warriors like you. Let's go! Kitamura, I don't need you!"

Shi Jun was very bold, and he was not moved by the threat at all.

The warrior was silent, and he was a little depressed for a while. Even a warrior who has lost the protection of his village will find it difficult to survive in this world full of demons.

They panicked.

Ma Xiangyang's face finally changed, "Shi Jun, you can drive everyone away with a word, it's a little too arrogant!"

"It's you who want to leave, do you blame me?"

Ma Xiangyang's face was cloudy, and he finally tore his face and shouted angrily: "Shi Jun, Beicun is not your Yiyantang. Your method is unfair to the warriors! You have been the village chief for decades, and we should also have a chance, and we must use the methods of the warriors to seize this opportunity. If you don't agree, then Kitamura can't expect to get our kindness!"

With a cold snort, Ma Xiangyang's momentum in the late stage of the ink was like a dark cloud rolling around him. At the same time, a red rock thorn soul condensed around him, and on the surface of this thorn soul, there were folds and undulations like cloud patterns, which was his thorn soul "fire marble stone".

Showing the stabbing soul is the action of the warrior as if declaring war.

And immediately after, "bluestone", "black stone", "green jade mantis", "twin finch", "rush grass", "sharp-toothed mouse" ...... One by one, the stabbing souls came out layer by layer, densely packed, and these warriors all exuded a cold atmosphere.

This is really an even more blatant threat.

Are they really going to use force? Many people are worried. Beicun is not close to the holy city, and it is difficult to quench the thirst of the distant water, if these warriors really mess around, I am afraid there is no good way.

Shi Jun was not flustered, and scolded: "The way of a martial artist? Is this how to use force against the clansmen? Look at you, a group of people who practice martial arts, but they show their souls to their fellow clansmen!"

Ma Xiangyang sneered, "Brother Moliang, young hero, might as well try it on behalf of the old village chief." If he can win against me, I have nothing to say, even if the Moliang brothers are elected as the head of this village, I am willing. ”

Today, Ma Xiangyang is determined to drag Mo Liang into the water. In the eyes of others, Mo Liang's strength in saving people from Demon Mountain is not trivial, and he is not unreasonable. But the people who really know the huge difference in strength between the middle and late stages of ink are secretly frowning.

"Even if Mo Liang competes on my behalf and deals with juniors at your age, don't you feel blushing?"

Ma Xiangyang's face was straight again, and he said without shame: "No matter how big or small the competition is, just the strength or weakness! Brother Mo Liang broke into the Demon Mountain, heroic and unparalleled, but I want to ask Brother Mo Liang to show mercy! If Brother Mo Liang wins, he will be the strongest person in this North Village, and we will never mention the matter of the village chief again!"

Shi Jun's gaze grew cold. Ma Xiangyang ate the scales and hardened his heart, even the authority of the Holy City couldn't suppress him.

The warrior gradually became agitated. Many of them have been tied to Ma Xiangyang and Yan Jin, both prosperous and loss-oriented. Even, such as the guards who chased and killed Mo Liang, now it is almost to the point of dying.

"How do you compare?"

Mo Liang behind Shi Jun asked slowly. The strings of the situation have been stretched to the point where he has to stand up.

Ma Xiangyang's divine light flashed, his eyes instantly stared at Mo Liang's body, and he smiled, "In terms of strength, you can compare it no matter what, and please ask Brother Mo Liang to decide." ”

Shi Jun glanced back at Mo Liang in surprise.

Mo Liang bowed slightly to him to reassure him. Then he took a step forward and said loudly: "You are so vigorous, you just want the position of village chief. Then we will hunt demons for a month, and whoever can hunt more and stronger goblins will be the winner, which also means that they are more capable of protecting their clansmen. Okay?"

"Okay!" Ma Xiangyang shouted without hesitation, his eyes turned, "Old village chief, Brother Moliang has already stood up, can you agree?"

Shi Jun was speechless, so he had to frown and nod lightly.