The Geshan tribe is a pillar tribe, and due to the extremely strong reason of the suzerain's main tribe, the Baihun tribe, has not built a tribe city, so the tribal members are scattered near the sunny slope in the south of Geshan, and they are usually only supported by wooden villages.

At the foot of the hillside, wooden or stone houses were tightly connected together, enclosing a large open space in the middle, and in that open space, a large number of bonfires had been lit at this time.

The wild deer and wild boars that were cleaned up were roasted on the fire by the clansmen, and the spilled grease sizzled on the flames, and the air began to fill the air with the smell of roasted meat, and everyone's faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

The news that Jiang Cheng had become a soul martial artist had already spread throughout the entire tribe like a bird with wings.

For ordinary clansmen, the tribe has a powerful revenator, which means that the tribe has a powerful power, which can reduce the casualties of the clan warriors again and get more food.

But at this time, Ah Gong and the patriarch Ge Xiong standing on the hillside were lightly locked together, and there was no joy on the faces of ordinary clansmen.

"Ah Gong, counting Jiang Cheng, the number of soul warriors in our clan has exceeded eight. For so many years, the White Hun tribe had never let our clan have more than eight soul warriors.

As long as there are more than eight people, the soul warriors of our clan will be inexplicably miserable or die in battle, not to mention, Jiang Cheng is still the awakened soul of the Apocalypse, I am worried" Patriarch Ge Xiong's eyebrows were full of anger!

Ah Gong's expression was also not relaxed, but with a bit of mystery, he muttered for a while: "It's a pity, it should have been an excellent opportunity for my clan, but even so, it is also an opportunity for my clan, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance for my clan to get rid of the enslavement of the Baihun clan for nearly a hundred years." Speaking of this, Ah Gong's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

That shining gaze fell on Jiang Cheng and Songyue, who came side by side, and it didn't go away for a long time.

When the ancient and majestic song sounded, the bonfire celebration of Geshanbu officially began, and Jiang Cheng, as the protagonist of today's celebration, was patted on the shoulder and chest by the clan's masters, and received worship and blessings from Tala.

The girls, who are usually a little shy, pulled Jiang Cheng unbridled at this time, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Songyue is like a little hedgehog, following behind Jiang Cheng, if any girl dares to take the opportunity to make a more intimate move, Songyue, who is usually weak, will be like a little lioness, rushing into it fiercely, separating the two.

"Thank you to the benevolent ancestral spirit, and give my clan a powerful soul warrior, may the benevolent ancestral spirit bless my Geshan tribe forever!" After receiving the blessings of the clansmen, the clansmen of the Geshan clan, under the leadership of Ah Gong, bowed and thanked in the direction of the ancestral spirit totem pole.

Thankfully, with a wave of the bone staff in Ah Gong's hand, the clansmen who were jubilant just now were immediately silent, and the authority of a clan Linggong could be seen.

With a wave of his hand, a clansman presented a small bone carving on a wooden plate, which was almost identical to the ancestral spirit totem pole of Geshan.

"Jiang Cheng, from today when you wear this ancestral spirit pendant, you can be like Yang Ze or even like Ge Xiong in the clan, you don't have to participate in the ordinary work of the clan, you can take action.

From today onwards, you can ziyou enter the forbidden place of ordinary people in the past, the Ancestral Spirit Hall.

Every half a month, you can obtain a bamboo tube of fierce beast jing yuan blood prepared by me to help you refine your body.

There is no limit to the amount of food you can eat every day, as long as you can eat it. And the food served to you will be the best meat of the fierce beast containing Jing Yuan.

Not only that, but every day, if you need it, the clan will arrange someone to take care of you."

Ah Gong's narration made many clansmen and teenagers around him look envious in their eyes.

This is the various privileges that Jiang Cheng has obtained in the clan after becoming a soul warrior, and it is also what they yearn for the most.

However, as Ah Gong's voice changed sharply, everyone's expressions became solemn.

"But, you have to understand that privilege also means more responsibility," Ah Gong's voice suddenly raised several octaves, "Guarding the clan even defends it with your blood, are you willing?"

"I do!"

Jiang Cheng clenched his fists fiercely and shouted loudly.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to really understand the famous saying - the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!

In the next moment, the cheers suddenly erupted, and the solemn atmosphere of Fang Cai was dispelled at once, and a smile also appeared on his face, which had always been unwavering.

"Okay, let's have a feast!" Seeing the jubilant appearance of the clansmen, the patriarch Ge Xiong waved his hand, and the clansmen immediately took action and rushed to the roasted beast meat, and they wanted to hand the fattest beast meat to Ah Gong, the patriarch in turn, including Jiang Cheng, the protagonist of today's celebration.

Boom!

At this moment, the low and majestic drum beat suddenly resounded over the entire tribe with an oppressive sound.

Many of the elated clansmen immediately froze, and some of the elderly women even had frightened expressions on their faces.

Because the drum sound is the jing xun drum set at the gate of the tribal village.

Just when Ah Gong and the patriarch's faces changed drastically, a figure stepped in front of the Geshan tribesmen at a hallucinatory speed, and the evil qi brought with them even made the bonfire begin to roll upside down.

"What a tempting fragrance, rich enough!Geshanbu, worthy of being the richest tribe of my Baihun Eight Tribes!" Yin's sympathetic voice sounded.

The moment they saw the person coming, the faces of Ah Gong and the patriarch changed again, and they all stepped forward and bowed to greet him: "Xiao Linggong has arrived, and there is a loss of welcome, and there is a loss of welcome." ”

After the two of them gave the salute, they didn't allow Ah Gong to say anything, and the little Linggong of Bai Hun stepped forward casually, forcing Ah Gong and the patriarch to retreat again and again, and said: "Today, I suddenly heard that there is an Apocalypse War Soul Awakener in Geshan, and the old man has come to see the second Apocalypse War Soul Awakener in my Bai Hun Department in the past sixty years?"

As he spoke, his wolf-like eyes glared at him, "Who is Jiang Cheng?"

His eyes were locked on Jiang Cheng's body.

As a little Linggong of the Bai Hun Division, how could he not know the customs of the Bai Hun Eight Divisions? Looking at the brand-new ancestral spirit pendant on Jiang Cheng's chest, he knew who the Apocalypse Battle Spirit Awakened was.

"Me!"

Forced to look at by the wolf-like gaze, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and shouted.

"I'm so bold, I don't kneel down when I see Ben Linggong!"

In the midst of the laughter, a pale red sè brilliance suddenly gushed out from behind Bai Hun Xiaolinggong, like a violent wind, sweeping towards Jiang Cheng.

In an instant, Jiang Cheng only felt a force that suffocated him, and the pale red light seemed to contain a mountain-like pressure, which bent Jiang Cheng's backbone and made Jiang Cheng kneel on the spot!

Jiang Cheng's fists tightened, the green tendons on his forehead suddenly collapsed, and under this extreme pressure, a beast-shaped phantom suddenly emerged from behind Jiang Cheng, roaring wildly, and the bone explosion of the horn suddenly sounded into a ball, making Jiang Cheng's spine that was about to bend suddenly.

Bai Hun Xiaolinggong's face changed suddenly: "Cheng'en Realm is double, so fast?"

Almost at the same time, the grandfather of Geshanbu said sharply: "Xiao Linggong, what are you doing here?"

"Lin E, why are you in a hurry, I just want to see this rare Apocalypse Battle Soul Awakened in a hundred years, it's really good!"

In the midst of the long laughter, the little Linggong of the Bai Hun Department turned around suddenly, and the red light that enveloped Jiang Cheng suddenly gathered and converged, facing Ah Gong Lin E of the Geshan Department.

Seeing that Xiao Linggong of Bai Hun withdrew his hand, Ah Gong could only stop even if he was extremely angry.

This Feng Qing in front of him is the little Linggong of the Bai Hun Department of the Erzhu Clan, and he can't be offended.

"Hmph, Xiao Linggong really takes good care of his juniors. Ge Xiong snorted dissatisfiedly, and many clansmen in the Geshan tribe were also staring at this little Linggong of the Bai Hun tribe with hatred at this time.

"I don't know if Xiao Linggong came here late at night, what do you think?" Ah Gonglin asked with a smile on his face.

Feng Qing, the little Linggong of the White Hun Division, stood with his hands in his hands at this time, his eyes swept over the more than a dozen whole beasts roasted by the Geshan Division, and suddenly smiled: "Without it, the Linggong heard that the Geshan Department is rich, and my Bai Hun Department has suffered another catastrophe this autumn, I am afraid that you will misunderstand, so I specially came to give an order, this autumn you Geshan Division, the annual grain will be increased by fifty percent?"

The Linggong mentioned by Feng Qing refers to Bai Yuan, the Linggong of the ancestral spirit totem pole of the Bai Hun Division. A two-pillar tribe like Bai Hun has two totem poles, which are generally based on the Linggong of the ancestral spirit totem pole, and the Linggong of the other totem pole is called the small Linggong.

"What, fifty percent, and let the people of my tribe live?" said Ge Xiong angrily.

Not only was the patriarch Ge Xiong taken aback, but the eyes of the surrounding clansmen also widened suddenly.

Hearing this, Feng Qing's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he chuckled: "If the warriors of my clan have no food to eat, they will eat people?"

"You"

"I'm just giving orders, if you don't want to, you can go to Linggong Theory!" Feng Qing shook the two-pillar totem order in his hand and said coldly.

At the end, Feng Qing's eyebrows raised again: "Ling Gong said, my Bai Hun Eight Tribe's combat strength has been weakening in recent years, in order to show the martial arts, Ling Gong has decided to hold a Bai Hun Eight Tribes Martial Arts Competition Conference after March, all,"

As if emphasized, Feng Qing stretched out a finger and said, "All soul martial artists under the age of eighteen must participate!"

Hearing this order, the patriarch Ge Xiong's eyes were about to erupt into flames.

If he still can't hear the meaning of Bai Hun Bu, then this patriarch will be in vain.

Looking at the patriarch Ge Xiong who was split, Feng Qing said contemptuously: "What, Patriarch Ge, you want to disobey?"

The green tendons on Ge Xiong's forehead jumped, and he seemed to be on the verge of an attack, but he was silently pushed behind him by Ah Gong Lin E.

"Xiao Linggong, an additional fifty percent of the annual grain is a trivial matter for my Geshan Department, and I also ask Xiao Linggong to forgive the time for paying the grain, don't be too urgent!"

Ah Gong's last sentence seemed to mean something, which made Feng Qing, the little spirit prince of the white hun department, change his expression.

"It's okay, then you will give half a month to the sons of your Geshan Department to hand over the New Year's grain, and after a month, Ben Linggong will personally come to charge the grain!" Feng Qing shouted.

"Good!"

Jiang Cheng saw that Ah Gong Lin E almost gritted his teeth and said this word.

Seeing Ah Gong's promise, Feng Qing, the little spirit prince of the white hun department, laughed for a long time, his figure rose into the air, and left.

But just as Feng Qing passed through the gate of the Geshan Ministry, the red light around his body exploded, as if a demonstration, and the strong ironwood gate of the Geshan Department was instantly blown to pieces!

"Apocalypse Battle Spirit Awakener, the martial arts tournament after March, Ben Linggong is looking forward to your achievements, hahahaha"

Feng Qing's long laughter came from the wind.

"Bai Hun is too deceitful!" Patriarch Ge Xiong's angry roar instantly rang out.

Ah Gong turned around silently and walked towards the wooden building on the hillside in the distance, and when the patriarch Ge Xiong followed, Ah Gong's voice also came from the wind: "Jiang Cheng, you also come, let me see what your battle spirit is!"

ps: I asked my brothers for a few recommendation votes and collections, and finally rushed to the list of classified new books, but don't fall off.