After Ling Yu got a general understanding, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic, it turned out that this tribe was once extremely brilliant, but now it has become the only small tribe. Out of curiosity, Ling Yu asked the old patriarch, "What's going on in the tribe now?"

Suddenly, the old patriarch had a look of embarrassment on his face, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Our tribe was originally the main force among the various wind tribes, but now it is a complete defeat. There are only a few hundred people in our tribe now, compared to half the number a hundred years ago. The reason is the Great War of the Hundred Years. ”

"You say, a hundred years ago, wasn't that when your last priest died?" Ling Yu was a little excited when he suddenly realized that there must be a big secret in this, and it would be related to his so-called divine identity.

The old patriarch sighed and said slowly, "It was that great war that caused the former high priest Feng Kanjin to be seriously injured, and there is no way to heal. So for the sake of the tribe, he prayed to the wind god with his last life, in exchange for the last oracle. ”

The old patriarch paused, glanced at Ling Yu inexplicably, and then continued: "After the death of the high priest a hundred years ago, several other great powers of our tribe also disappeared inexplicably when they went out, just that year, our cutting-edge strength was sharply reduced to ten percent of the original, and we couldn't take care of the other tribes, so in desperation, the previous patriarch, who was the only cutting-edge combat power, wanted to unite with other tribes, but he didn't want to be attacked by the people of the Fengtian tribe. Then there was a fierce battle, and our tribe naturally lost miserably because of the lack of those great powers. In the end, the previous patriarch died in battle, and the remaining one or two hundred people were closed to the mountain. ”

After hearing this, Ling Yu was secretly surprised, there were tens of thousands of people, but it was about to catch up with the population of Qingluo City! And now the scenery is no more, the wind organization that can be compared to the eight major counties has long disappeared in the long river of time, but the orthodox Fengxuan tribe has been fallen by that group of white-eyed wolves who have turned their backs on morality, and now the Fengxuan tribe with only a few hundred people is really a "mess", could it be that he is acting as a god among such a few hundred people? By the way, the old patriarch seems to have avoided a question!

Ling Yu felt that the old patriarch had avoided a question, and he was about to ask, but the old patriarch then talked about other tribes.

"Now that the entire Qingluo Mountain Range has come out of our Fengxuan Tribe, hmph, there are two tribes of thousands of people each, the Fengtian Tribe and the Fengdi Tribe. The old patriarch's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Ling Yu was stunned all of a sudden, "Those dogs have been lying to us! They have already colluded, just to wear down the strength of our Fengxuan tribe!"

As he spoke, the old patriarch seemed to be enchanted, and there was a strong murderous aura all over his body, especially the might of the fierce tiger in the mountains and forests, how could Ling Yucai's sixth-level martial apprentice's strength be able to resist it!

Ling Yu felt like he was in the middle of an abyssal sea of blood, and couldn't help but shout in horror: "Old Patriarch! Old Patriarch! Old-"

The old patriarch finally came to his senses, and the killing intent quickly receded like a tide, replaced by a face full of panic, and stammered: "Fengfeng, Lord Ling, forgive-forgive! I, I, I don't mean to offend! The only way to atone for my sins is to die! Please don't be angry with other people of my clan!" the old patriarch said, took out a dagger, and plunged it directly into the heart!

Ling Yu secretly sighed that this person was too reckless, but he also admired him for being so responsible as a patriarch, and stretched out his hand to stop the old patriarch's suicide. But when Ling Yu held the old patriarch's arm, he found that he was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and he couldn't pull the old patriarch's hand at all.

As a last resort, Ling Yu had no choice but to shout: "No!" and the old patriarch was stunned on the spot, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he stopped standing still and didn't speak, and after a while, he put away the dagger and called out respectfully: "Lord Fengling!"

Ling Yu looked at this old man, thinking about his current strength and identity, he was speechless, so he had to wave his hand and signal the old patriarch to continue.

The old patriarch straightened his clothes and began to talk about the situation of the Fengtian tribe and the Fengdi tribe before the mountain was closed: "The patriarch of the Fengtian tribe is a martial artist level three, and they also have four or five martial master-level powerhouses. There is also the patriarch of the Fengdi tribe who is a second-level martial artist, and their tribe also has two second-level martial artists and one first-level martial artist. I don't know what happens now. The old patriarch was a little depressed as he spoke.

Ling Yu couldn't help but ask, "Then you-oh, no, what about our Fengxuan Tribe?"

When the old patriarch heard Ling Yu's change of words, his mood seemed to be much better, and he said: "Lao Er is now a martial artist level, and there is a current priest who is the son of the high priest back then, Feng Shimadsu, although he is only a samurai level 9, but in actual combat, he is still two points better than the old man!"

"Ah, isn't that a genius!" Ling Yu was very excited when he heard this, he finally met a genius, but when he thought of the old patriarch's previous words, he lowered his head and asked the old patriarch seriously, "Now words." They must have more than ten martial master-level masters, and we only have two! How can we fight this?! Don't expect my god name to be able to suppress them!"

"Lord Wind Spirit, don't disturb, I have a Wind Spirit Bead left by the High Priest back then!but—" Before the old patriarch could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the excited Ling Yu.

"What! Wind Spirit Bead! It's the legendary flesh and bones of the dead, no, what's that—ah?" Ling Yu was so excited that he couldn't think of words.

The old patriarch was quite speechless on the side, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he said with great pain: "It is a spirit bead that can help wind attribute cultivators greatly improve their strength." The refiner at least has the strength of the Martial Sect, and he also needs a bunch of genius earth treasures to join the refining for a few days and nights. ”

"Yes!Yes!Yes!" Ling Yu felt that happiness came a little suddenly, he was about to break through so soon, it turned out that it was also a lucky thing to come to this small tribe, "I remember that its effect is very good, it seems to be"

Seeing that the reincarnation of the gods he believed in was so unbearable, the old patriarch really felt a little gloomy, so he planned to make it clear at once: "You can make an ordinary person become a martial artist at the sixth level, and someone like you who already has a foundation will have a greater help!"

"Haha, yes, yes—" Ling Yu was immersed in his fantasies and couldn't extricate himself, but the old patriarch had a gloomy face.

The old patriarch's voice was a little low: "This half of the bead was taken by the high priest when the two men in black fought and both were defeated, but the high priest of the fifth level of the martial artist was still seriously injured, and he knew that his fate would not be long after he arrived in the tribe, so he forcibly sacrificed in exchange for the sentence 'Wind Cocoon Pregnant God, God bless the Wind Department'." ”

(The protagonist wants to improve his strength~)

(To be continued)