While Mu Sen and the others were busy hunting, the Deadwood Tribe ushered in a group of guests.

"Brother Mukui, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still have the same style. The leader of the group was a short-haired strong man, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a broad forehead and horizontal eyebrows, and a majestic demeanor.

"Each other, Elder Song is also full of grace, and his majesty has not diminished back then. Mu Kui replied politely, but with a hint of detachment in his tone.

"Brother Mu Kui doesn't seem to welcome me, huh?" said the short-haired strong man who was called Elder Song by Mu Kui with a smile.

"There is nothing. Mu Kui still said politely.

"I think there is. ”

"Nope. ”

"Absolutely. ”

"Oh, then there is. ”

......

It's strange that you are welcome, because of a medicine valley, fighting with your Changhe tribe 800 times a year. If you come here, you don't shout out a bunch of knives and axes to kill you, even if you give you enough face.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, Leader Kui is good at talking!"

Elder Xie Song complimented. ”

I praise your sister, labor and management are here to smash the field. Elder Song took a heavy breath before he could suppress the flames rising in his heart.

"Leader Kui, don't talk nonsense, I brought the children of the clan here today to receive the teaching. Elder Song looked at Mu Kui and said word by word.

"Oh, that's right. Then let's fight. Mu Kui glanced at Elder Song, and then said casually.

Between the Deadwood Tribe and the Changhe Tribe there is a narrow valley with springs and mist all day long, and in this environment, many yin-loving herbs are grown. Although there are no precious varieties, it is also a considerable wealth for the inferior tribes such as Deadwood and Changhe. So, around this medicine valley, the Deadwood Tribe and the Changhe Tribe launched a protracted fight, both wanting to hold it in their hands.

Later, the two sides were at a stalemate, and the two leaders were combined, so it was not a matter of picking them up like this. Just let the cubs of the tribe compete, once a year, whoever wins will have the ownership of this year's medicine valley. Last year, it was the Deadwood Tribe who won, no, as soon as the year arrived, Elder Song brought the players carefully cultivated by the tribe to find a field.

Elder Song brought a total of three players this time, Song Rong, Song Qian, and Song Hua, all of whom were elites cultivated by the tribe with great effort, Song Rong and Song Qian were sixteen years old and were at the peak of their bodies. Song Hua was seventeen years old, in the early stage of condensation. For an inferior tribe, having such a cultivation at this age is simply a little bit.

Therefore, the whole Changhe tribe was full of expectations for this scene-finding behavior, and they even prepared guards to immediately rush to the medicine valley to change their guards once the dust settled.

"Song Rong, you go first. Elder Song said to a thin but radiant young man.

"Yes, Elder. The young man named Song Rong responded, slowly walked forward, his thin body suddenly exuded a majestic might, and his right hand gently pulled out the long knife pinned to his waist, the aura was agitated, and the sharp aura was close to the Quartet.

"Which of you comes first?" Song Rong said as he looked at a group of dead wood teenagers as his eyes flickered.

The rules of the competition are very simple, peers one-on-one heads-up, the defeated are not allowed to play again, and the winner is left in the end. In other words, the three people of the Long River Tribe had to single out all the sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers of the Deadwood Tribe, and only by defeating them all could the Long River Tribe win this competition.

This rule seems unfair, but in fact, the Deadwood Tribe and the Changhe Tribe are both inferior tribes, and there are not many people at all. The three people brought by the Changhe tribe were two sixteen and one seventeen, which meant that the Deadwood tribe could only send this two-year-old boy to play. Except for those with low cultivation, there are only six or seven people who can compete with them, including the four of Mu Sen.

"Mu Qi, you go. Mu Kui turned to a young man with a spear in his hand.

"Okay, Uncle Mu Kui. Mu Qi nodded lightly at Mu Kui, the cultivation that belonged to the peak of the quenching body surged, and the spiritual power ran directly on the spear, and suddenly a killing aura appeared out of thin air, pointing directly at Song Rong.

Song Rong and Mu Qi's qi planes collided silently in the air, and both of them showed eager expressions in their eyes. If you're evenly matched, then fight!

Song Rong's long knife slashed out, like a long rainbow through the sun, hitting Mu Qi's chest. Mu Qi's spear stabbed, like a dragon out of a hole, straight to Song Rong's abdomen.

"Good time!"

Just as the blades of the two sides were approaching, Mu Qi turned sideways, avoided the long knife, and the spear stabbed down, about to penetrate Song Rong's right leg.

At this time, Song Rong shouted, his body stopped suddenly, his left foot was lightly, and he jumped up. Like an eagle swooping, the long knife slashed at Mu Qi.

This series of actions seems complicated, but they are all in the midst of lightning. Mu Kui and Elder Song nodded at the same time, both feeling that their own cubs were the best.

"Brother Kui, Xiao Qi is already the highest cultivation among everyone, let's not talk about the victory or defeat in this battle, what should I do later?" At this time, Mu Xiao suddenly whispered to Mu Kui.

"I'm afraid I can't keep it this year. Mu Kui shook his head. In fact, he knew from the beginning that this competition would undoubtedly lose, and the Changhe tribe didn't know what shit luck to take, and there was a teenager in the condensation period, how to play this?

"If only Komori were here. Hearing Mu Kui's words, Mu Xiao's eyes darkened, he knew that what the leader said was the truth, so he couldn't help but mutter.

"Komori?sigh......" Hearing the word 'Komori', Mu Kui's heart moved slightly, but he instantly returned to calm. Komori is busy with trials now, how can he come back.

"Brothers, will they be surprised when we return to the tribe?" Mu Sen said breathlessly, carrying a package that was several times heavier than him.

"That's for sure!" Mu Zhao gasped and agreed, also carrying a package that didn't match his size.

Since Mu Sen and Mu Zhao are like this, then Mu Xin and Mu Ning are definitely no exception. Sure enough, the package behind them was even higher than theirs.

After a night of fighting, this iron-backed bear with a radius of 100 miles can be regarded as having fallen blood mold. Under the precise exploration skills of the four Mu Sen, one by one the iron-backed bears were blocked in their dens. Once they find their target, they go up and give them a crackling beating. Many of the ironback bears were stunned at that time, and they were powerless to parry.

As for the results, three ironback bears, plus a wind wolf, are now lying quietly in their packages. This wind wolf was completely spared, it was fighting with the iron-backed bear at that time, how could Mu Sen miss the opportunity for this kind of praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches behind? When they were both defeated, the four of Mu Sen rushed out in an uproar, and it was a burst of slashing when they went up. But a stick of incense, and it's over.

The night passed in a flash, and I don't know if it was their luck or what, but they didn't encounter any accidents. Smoothly, he overfulfilled the coming-of-age trial. This makes Mu Sen feel very unreal, with his 100% decay attribute, this is not scientific, no, this is not wild!

In order to avoid a big reversal of the plot, Mu Sen decided to persuade Mu Xin and several teachers to return to the court. Listening to what Mu Sen said, Mu Xin and several people agreed to return to the tribe one after another, not because of the decay attribute that the deceived ghosts didn't believe, but because they couldn't bring enough harvest. So the crowd sang loudly and returned home, vowing to flash the eyes of the blind people.

At this time, the Deadwood Tribe. Mu Qi's spear went straight to Song Rong's throat, and Song Rong's long knife was on Mu Qi's neck, and he was defeated by both!

For a moment, the Deadwood Warrior was silent. Among the sixteen or seventeen teenagers, Mu Qi is a top-notch existence, but he didn't win a single game and ended in a draw. Although Song Rong can't play again, there are still Song Qian and Song Hua in the Changhe tribe. Especially Song Hua, this is a ruthless character in the early stage of condensation.

"Can you still send someone?" Elder Song suddenly smiled as if seeing the embarrassment of the Deadwood Tribe. "If you can't do it, just admit defeat directly, and the guards of my Changhe tribe to take over the medicine valley are ready. ”