The Sullen Thunder Ji is a unique riding beast in the Beihun Mountains.

The stature is short, the four hooves are strong and powerful, the body is agile, and it can carry heavy loads, and there is a muffled thunder between breaths, so it is called a muffled thunder.

What's even more rare is that the thunderous thunder is not afraid of ordinary beasts, marching in the mountains and forests, the sound of thunderous breathing, can scare away some of the beasts, it is an excellent riding beast in the mountains and forests.

At the same time, the Sullen Thunder is also one of the symbols of the clan's combat power.

Because of its time taken to domesticate and the consumption of forage is extremely high, a one-pillar tribe like Geshanbu cannot afford to raise it, and even the Baihun tribe, the most powerful two-pillar tribe in the nearby Beihun Mountains, will not have more than a hundred horses.

From afar, Jiang Cheng and the others saw several muffled thunder horses approaching the gate of Geshanbu like dark clouds, and the mud and grass flew under their hooves.

When they saw the number of horsemen approaching, the gate of the black iron wood of the Geshan tribe was opened, and the expressions of the young men became a little relaxed.

Without interrogation, he was directly put into the tribe, which means that the nobles with status in the Baihun tribe have arrived.

This is the privilege of the Baihun tribe, the two-pillar tribe, on the land of his subordinate tribe - wherever the Baihun people go, all the way is smooth!

That's right, the one-pillar tribe of the Geshan tribe is subordinate to or sheltered by the two-pillar tribe of the Baihun tribe.

A group of seven horsemen were like black lightning, and they were rushing towards this group of teenagers. The unique muffled thunder of the muffled thunder made the teenagers' expressions nervous.

"I recognize the guy who leads the way with a white feather on his head, the third son of the patriarch of the Baihun tribe, the white owl. He came here last year when Bai Hun was urging grain!"

"Hahahaha, boy, remember Xing well, you can even recognize me Bai Xiao!"

Before the black-faced Shi Tie's words landed, a dark cloud-like thunderbolt galloped in front of them, galloping and galloping, and the horses stepped on, making the teenagers keep retreating.

Seeing that the teenagers were so flustered, Bai Xiao was extremely proud!

In the sound of the white owl laughing, the white owl, who was even more burly than Du Jing, suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the muffled thunder suddenly stood up, and there was a muffled sound like thunder between his mouth and nose, which made the faces of the teenagers in front of him pale.

When the muffled thunder fell back to the ground, Bai Xiao's eyes immediately widened, and he shouted at the young men with a fierce light, "Who is Lin Songyue?"

Rushed by the fierce momentum of the white owl, the eyes of all the young people who were questioned couldn't help but look at Songyue beside Jiang Cheng, and without anyone answering, Songyue's location was exposed.

Jiang Cheng's expression was tight, this was not quite right.

Songyue is just a fifteen-year-old girl, what is this white lord looking for Songyue by name?

With a thought, Jiang Cheng took half a step forward slightly, and protected Song Yue's body sideways.

Songyue's surname is Lin, and it is said that he is the same as Jiang Cheng, and he is a child picked up by Lin E, the Linggong of the Geshan tribe. However, Matsutsuki was very young when she was picked up, so nominally, Matsutsuki was the granddaughter of the Linggong of the Geshan tribe.

With the eyes of all the teenagers, Bai Xiao's gaze locked on Lin Songyue, who looked a little frightened, and drove away the young man in front of Songyue with a horsewhip, looking up and down.

"Not bad, not bad!"

After a while, Bai Xiao nodded with satisfaction on his face: "That kid from Huxiangshan really didn't lie to me, this Lin Songyue is really the first beauty in my Baihun Eight Clans."

Compared with the white fruit of my Baihun clan, it is three points more beautiful. What's even more valuable is that Lin Songyue's weak temperament is simply unique, and I feel sorry for it!"

Hearing the words 'Tiger Xiangshan', Jiang Cheng and Lin Songyue's faces changed at the same time, and Shi Tie was even more angry: "Tiger Xiangshan, this despicable grandson, the marriage proposal failed, unexpectedly"

In the next moment, Bai Xiao had already stepped forward and grabbed Song Yue's wrist directly, "Come with me, being my Bai Xiao's slave girl is already exalting you!"

The eyes of all the young men widened, and at this time, even Du Jing, the only soul martial artist of the Geshan clan present on the side, did not squeak, and did not have any intention of obstructing him.

None of them knew the status of the white owl in front of them in the Bai Hun clan, and they didn't have any courage to stop it.

Because they remember that in the face of this white owl, even the patriarch had to be polite.

However, Jiang Cheng suddenly moved.

With a slight pull, Jiang Chengcheng brought Songyue, who had a pretty face, behind him, and his body stood up, blocking in front of Songyue, and with a palm, he blocked the white owl's grasp.

"Get out of here, my Geshan clansmen, you can take it away if you want to!" Jiang Cheng shouted.

After a soft bang, Bai Xiao's gentle grasp seemed to have great power, making Jiang Cheng involuntarily kick back three steps in a row, and only then did he stop the momentum.

When I looked down, my arm was already red and swollen!

Bai Xiao glanced at Jiang Cheng with some surprise, and his eyes were full of disdain that he couldn't hide: "It's just you, a guy who is not even a soul martial artist, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to me!"

As he spoke, Bai Xiao's gaze turned to Du Jing, the only soul martial artist present.

"Cheng'en Realm, you should be the only one in the ancestral sacrifice of the Geshan Clan two months ago who was blessed by the ancestral spirit totem of the Geshan Clan, that Du Jing, right?"

Du Jing muttered in his throat, and nodded busily in response: "Yes, Lord Bai Xiao!"

Seeing that Du Jing should be, Bai Xiao couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "The one-pillar tribe is the one-pillar tribe, it's been two months, and it's still mixed in the Cheng'en realm." I want my white owl to be blessed by the ancestral spirit totem at the same time as you, and now it is already the triple level of the Chengen realm. ”

"Triple Grace Realm?"

Du Jing and Jiang Cheng, who heard the words, showed horror in their eyes at the same time.

Jiang Cheng knows this Chengen realm.

Each ethnic group has its own different ancestral spirit totem, and there is a harvest sacrifice on the eighth day of July every year, which is also called the ancestral spirit sacrifice.

The ancestral spirit sacrifice of the Geshan tribe is to worship the tall stone pillar of the altar zhongyāng not far behind them at this time, and the natural stone carving that is regarded as the ancestral spirit totem pole by the Geshan tribe.

Presided over by the Linggong, after sacrificing the ancestral spirit totem pole with a specific sacrifice, and then let the young people under the age of sixteen in the tribe go to the altar one by one to pray to the ancestral spirit totem pole.

Among them, a very small number of young people with strong physiques and strong wills will be given the spirit of war by the ancestral spirit totem pole.

Two months ago, Jiang Cheng, Du Jing and Shi Tie and more than 60 school-age teenagers worshiped and prayed to the ancestral spirit totem pole on the altar, and only Du Jing was given the spirit of war by the ancestral spirit totem pole.

The boy who was given the battle soul became a soul warrior with a high status in each clan.

After receiving the Battle Soul, the Soul Warrior can begin to cultivate the Battle Soul Spiritual Technique from their respective Battle Soul, and then begin to temper their physical bodies, with different strengths.

In order to show their gratitude to the ancestral spirits, they directly refer to this process of refining the physical body as the Inheritance Grace Realm.

The Cheng'en Realm is divided into nine layers, and with each increase, the soul warrior's body will be greatly improved.

At this time, the threefold realm of inheritance and grace that Bai Xiao said, if it is a battle soul with special strength, it will have the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards.

Looking at the surprised Jiang Cheng and Du Jing, Bai Xiao snorted coldly and said directly: "I won't talk to you either, I came this time to urge food from your Geshan clan on the order of the patriarch of my clan."

Because our tribe suffered from the flood this autumn, the autumn grain production was reduced, so all the tribes under our command have increased the annual grain by 20%, and you Geshan Department, that is, the annual grain is 20 carts."

As he spoke, the white owl took out a bone sculpture and shook it.

On the bone carving, two imposing and vivid totem poles are very realistic.

Two totem poles, that is the sign of the two pillar tribes.

The thing held by the white owl in his hand, called the totem order, is a token of a clan's order, which is cast by the spirit of each tribe after communicating with the totem poles of each tribe, and cannot be imitated at all.

"What, an additional levy of 20% of the annual grain?"

Looking at the totem order, Du Jing's eyes widened instantly: "Lord Baixiao, not only the Bai Hun tribe has suffered a flood this autumn, but even our Geshan clan has also suffered a flood, and the autumn grain production has been greatly reduced, and the rations of the clansmen are not available."

Bai Xiao didn't even bother to explain, he just sent the totem order of the White Owl Department in his hand forward: "This is my Bai Xiao Totem Order, and it can only be issued with the consent of the patriarch and Linggong at the same time."

Could it be that you Geshanbu want to disobey the order?" In the end, Bai Xiao's expression was already a little cold.

Du Jing was speechless, and the faces of the teenagers were difficult to look at.

Only Jiang Cheng glanced at the wooden building halfway up the mountain in confusion, and gently stabbed Shi Tie with a black face.

Shi Tie, who knew about it, turned around and ran quickly halfway up the mountain.

This kind of matter is related to the increase or decrease of the annual grain in the clan, and in the tribe, only the Linggong and the patriarch can make a decision.

In most cases, the Linggong of each tribe is stationed in the tribe at all times, which is a guarantee of the safety of the tribe.

Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled, why hadn't Linggong come forward after so long?

In the wooden building halfway up the mountainside, a big man who was more than two meters tall and full of evil breath was looking at a white-haired old man with a respectful face, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"Ah Gong, I can't agree to the matter of Bai Hun Bu's levy of New Year's grain, otherwise, the winter of my clan," said Ge Xiong, the patriarch of the Geshan clan, who was more than two meters tall.

"Do you think that Bai Hunbu's decision to levy additional New Year's grain is something that we refuse to change?"

"Or, you want to give the White Hun an excuse to conquer our clan"

The white-haired grandfather's simple two words immediately made Ge Xiong, the patriarch of the Geshan tribe, roll in a cold sweat, "Then grandfather, I will come forward to respond?"

"No, let the kids handle it"

"Ah Gong, how can you let these children handle such a big matter"

"I'm getting old and I'm running out of time"

Ah Gong's words made Ge Xiong tremble suddenly, and boundless panic instantly surged into his eyes.

In front of the hillside of the altar, Bai Xiao looked at the panicked teenagers, but showed a trace of impatience.

He handed the totem order of Bai Hun forward again, and shouted at Du Jing: "Do you accept the order?"

Du Jing swallowed hard and spit, his eyes were a little panicked, the order to levy New Year's food was too big, and it involved the life and death of the clansmen this winter, so he couldn't accept it casually.

Seeing this, the corners of Bai Xiao's mouth showed a hint of pride, and his eyes fell on Song Yue again, "Don't say that I didn't give you Geshan clan a chance." ”

Speaking voice, Bai Xiao pointed at Songyue again and said: "Let Lin Songyue, this girl, be my slave girl, I can be the master and only levy your Geshan Department Icheng's annual grain." ”

"Slave girl?"

Hearing these two words, many teenagers suddenly became angry, if it weren't for the six muffled thunder knights behind Bai Xiao, maybe someone would have come out to fight hard.

The female slave is the lowest among the tribes!

When Song Yue's eyes were panicked, Du Jing's eyes flickered.

Seeing this, Bai Xiao said again: "In this radius of thousands of miles, no matter which clan you go to, exchanging ten carts of grain for ten girls is definitely sky-high, let alone ten carts of grain for one person."

Now, if you sacrifice one person, you will be exempted from ten carts of grain, and it will make your Geshan tribesmen much easier this winter."

Lin Songyue, who was beside Jiang Cheng, suddenly turned pale.

At the urging of Bai Xiao, Du Jing glanced at the wooden building on the hillside that was still silent, and gritted his teeth violently.

"Songyue, you can go with Lord Bai Xiao. Being his slave girl can at least have no worries about food and clothing, and can also reduce the burden on the tribe. ”

Speaking of this, Du Jing ignored the tears welling up in Songyue's eyes, and suddenly turned his head to Bai Xiao and said, "Lord Bai Xiao, I will answer this exchange."

"Okay!" Before Du Jing finished speaking, Bai Xiao was already overjoyed, strode forward, and took Songyue away.

"Promise you a bird, Du Jing, you coward!"

"I, the Geshan clan, can shed blood, sweat, and tears, but I can die in battle, but I never sell women!" Jiang Cheng burst out and stopped in front of Song Yue again, the anger in his eyes swallowed Du Jing.

Jiang Cheng didn't expect that Du Jing would make such a decision.

In the wooden building, the patriarch Ge Xiong, whose face was about to come out of the window, was suddenly pulled back by the white-haired Ah Gong with two fingers.

"Ah Xiong, take a look again"

In the corner of the wooden building, the black-faced Shi Tie was waiting there tremblingly.

Zheng Jiang Cheng scolded, and Du Jing, whose face was blushing, stiffened his waist suddenly: "Jiang Cheng, do you know the true meaning of ten carts of grain in this winter?"

Besides, I'm the only Revenant here, and I'm in charge!"

As he spoke, Du Jing slammed into Bai Xiao and said, "Lord Bai Xiao, this matter is decided. ”

"Good!"

When Bai Xiao laughed, he strode towards Songyue, who was hiding beside Jiang Cheng: "Get out of the way for Lao Tzu, the first beauty of the Bai Hun Eight Tribes will be my slave girl, Lao Tzu can't wait!"

"Don't think about it, I haven't agreed yet?" Jiang Cheng stood in front of Bai Xiao stubbornly, without the slightest intention of getting out of the way.

"Look for death!"

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, the muscles of Bai Xiao's arm rose, and with a terrible strong wind, he smashed a fist into the top of Jiang Cheng's head, with the potential of smashing Jiang Cheng to death.

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not afraid at all, his figure flashed strangely, dodged the white owl's fist, fought his fingers like a sword, and slammed into the white owl's eyes.

Five years of tribal life in the mountains and forests have turned Jiangcheng upside down.

Bai Xiao's eyes suddenly froze, and he was forced to retreat and retract his fists.

Because he knew very well that his punch containing terrifying power could kill Jiang Cheng in the palm of his hand, but his eyes would also be gouged out.

This made the white owl feel extremely aggrieved.

He felt that Jiang Cheng's life was not even worth half of his eyeballs.

At the same moment, Jiang Cheng had already shouted: "You guys, take Songyue to Ah Gong." ”

The young people in the clan generally refer to the Linggong of the clan as Ah Gong.

was drunk by Jiang Cheng, and several teenagers nearby immediately hugged Lin Songyue and ran towards the halfway up the mountain.

"Hmph, the spirit civet in this beast-killing nine style has been trained well! However, if you want to stop a powerful soul warrior, you can't stop it with your life!"

Suddenly, the white owl suddenly fell to the ground, and then suddenly jumped up like a cheetah, crashing into Jiang Cheng like an afterimage.

"I forgot to tell you, my battle spirit is a leopard that controls the wind, and speed and strength are equally important!"

Before Bai Xiao's words landed, the afterimage that Bai Xiao had turned into had already crashed into Jiang Cheng's arms.

Jiang Cheng, who was extremely cautious, didn't even have time to react, and his body flew up like a cloud.

The moment he flew up, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth.

Jiang Cheng had long known that the gap between ordinary people and soul martial artists was huge, but he didn't expect that he would be able to be so powerful as this.

It's a pity that he didn't become a revenant.

A collision directly made Jiang Cheng, who was already about the same weight as an adult in his previous life, fly upside down in the air directly.

The figures of the young men on the ground were rapidly getting farther away, and the white owl was starting to chase after Matsuki, who was fleeing towards the wooden building.

"Ah Gong should appear."

"Bang!"

When this residual thought appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind, his head roared, and as soon as his eyes went black, the warm liquid fell down his face.

The corners of his mouth were salty, and Jiang Cheng knew that it was the smell of blood.

Barely opening his eyes, Jiang Cheng suddenly found that when he fell, he actually smashed his head on the ancestral spirit totem pole.

What's even more strange is that the surface of the ancestral spirit totem at this time is surging and surging, like a hungry and thirsty person, devouring his blood at a rapid pace.

The feeling of blood loss made Jiang Cheng have a headache, and with a slam of his head, Jiang Cheng broke away from his head, which was almost glued to the ancestral spirit totem pole.

In the next moment, Jiang Cheng felt his head jump wildly like a cramp, a black light suddenly exploded from his mind, the surrounding brilliance suddenly lit up, and a warm feeling rose all over his body, and a streamer of light flew out of the ancestral spirit totem pole that devoured a lot of his blood, towards his head.

At the same moment, in the wooden building on the hillside, Ah Gong, who had been stunned and pale with gray hair, was also stunned when he saw this scene, and his mouth opened in an instant, revealing his broken teeth.

In the eyes of everyone, the ancestral spirit totem pole of Geshanbu, under the collision of Jiang Cheng, under the blood flowing, suddenly rose with dazzling brilliance.

was chasing Songyue, and the white owl who was about to catch up was also shocked by the sudden light gray sè brilliance, and looked at the ancestral spirit totem pole of the Geshan Department that exuded this brilliance on the altar not far away, and was suddenly stunned on the spot.

Under the ancestral spirit totem pole of the altar zhongyāng, Jiang Cheng, who was knocked by him, lay down under the ancestral spirit totem pole of the Geshan clan, bathed in the light gray brilliance!

"Apocalypse War Spirit, it turned out to be the Apocalypse War Spirit Awakener"

On the wooden floor, a voice escaped from the white-haired grandfather

ps: From today onwards, there will be two shifts a day, and it will break out depending on the situation.

Finally, rolling all over the ground to ask my brother for recommendation tickets, ask for collections, new books, I need these so much, bow!

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