The relationship between the tribes is not static, and the Falcon tribe is the closest is the hairy bear tribe, in recent years, because of the rise of the juniors, there has been more friction, more than a dozen disputes, the Falcon tribe loses more and wins less, and the younger generations of teenagers can't raise their heads.

This time was no exception, the boys of the hairy bear tribe took advantage of the gap of the totem conference, ran over to provoke, and when they were angry, they fought again, and the shouting they heard was made by this group of people.

As soon as Ying Guan came out, wanting to see what was going on, he saw him with sharp eyes and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Guan! Those big stupid bears have come to provoke again! Several of us have been injured!"

"Have you gone to the patriarch to report the news?" Ying Guan was not in a hurry, there was a master and uncle behind him, and no matter how many people came, there was no need to be afraid!

The young man in front of him said with an anxious expression: "I've been there, and said that the patriarch and many elders went to the forbidden land, not in the council hall, and said that it was to discuss the matter of banning the eight veins, Brother Guan, what should we do now?"

In the eyes of the younger generations of the Falcon tribe, Ying Guan is their backbone, he has lived independently since he was a child, whether it is in terms of decision or character, he is worthy of everyone's trust, in many times the elders are busy with things, and have no time to take care of them, Ying Guan naturally became their leader.

Without waiting for Ying Guan to answer, a disdainful voice came from inside the door: "If you want to fight, you can fight, how can there be a reason to be hit on the door and not fight back?"

It was Lu Haoran who spoke, he didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and walked out with his arms in his arms, and patted Ying Guan's shoulder: "With the support of your master and uncle, you can go with confidence!"

Liu Xiaoyi walked out with a dark face, and had already greeted all the up and down of Yan Jian Dao in his heart, where did he find a living treasure to inherit the Dao system, and now they are a little doubtful that Yan Jian Dao was corrupted by characters like Lu Haoran.

There was a big man with a black face and a beard in the hairy bear tribe, who recognized Ying Guan, and after beating the opponent away with one punch, he came to the front with his arms shaking his arms and shouted loudly: "In the entire Falcon tribe, you still have some ability, you injured my fourth brother last time, this time come over and beg for a fight!"

Ying Guan was not timid, held the newly obtained Qingyun Sword in his hand, jumped into the circle, and said: "Mao Jianghe, your fourth brother deceived people too much, and he beat my people to serious injuries one after another without stopping, what is his skin injury!"

"Skin trauma, I know your swordsmanship is great, but my copper hammer is not a vegetarian, take your life!"

As soon as he came up to Mao Jianghe, he cast a totem pole, the muscles of the whole body swelled for three points, and the hair grew all over the body, really like a huge woolly bear, and every time he took a step, the water on the ground would be shaken three times.

The totem of the hairy bear tribe is blessed with pure strength, the hairy bear itself is rough and thick-skinned, very dry, and can be regarded as the existence of the falcon tribe, which is difficult to hurt by ordinary swords, and even the true qi around the body cannot be broken, let alone hurt him.

Mao Jianghe's purpose here is to avenge his fourth brother, a few days ago, he was cut off by Ying Guan's long hair with a sword, and his left shoulder was almost cut off, which made Mao Jianghe angry, and he had to come over to teach the other party a lesson.

In the Mao Bear tribe, although his age is counted among the juniors, his cultivation is actually higher than that of the elders, and the eleventh master of the Earth Spirit Realm should not come out to bully people so easily, but Mao Jianghe has an upright temperament, and he doesn't think nonsense when he encounters things, what should be is what it is.

Ying Guan drew the Qingyun Sword in front of his chest, blocking the copper hammer wielded by the other party, and at the same time stood up with both feet on the ground, soaring more than two feet in the air, the blade flowed, and went straight to the other side's door.

"It's good!" Mao Jianghe did not retreat but advanced, threw the sledgehammer with one hand, forcing Ying Guan to dodge, this free palm grabbed towards Ying Guan, and the tip of the Qingyun sword stabbed into the palm, and when there was a loud bang, Ying Guan was bounced away.

Lu Haoran saw it clearly on the side, and couldn't help but be surprised: "This stupid thing still has some ability, and he is a master of cultivating physical arts." "What a treasure Qingyun Sword is, he knows it very well in his heart, if Ying Guan has the trick, the sword just now can directly cut off his palm.

It's a pity that time is pressing, the Qingyun Sword can only be used as an ordinary sharp weapon, and its power is greatly reduced, Mao Jianghe sneered: "Ying Guan! That's it! My fourth brother is still a little wasted, and he can be hurt by you!"

As he spoke, the two copper hammers came over again, whirring in his hands, Ying Guan gritted his teeth and held his sword to block each other, but the strength was not beaten by the other party, and he was hit by the copper hammer and retreated.

Suddenly, Mao Jianghe shook his head, and his hair, which was as lush as a bush, quickly stretched out, and Ying Guan pinched the trick with one hand to perform the sword technique, and the layers of sword qi spread out like ripples, trying to block the long hair.

These long hairs were extremely hard, and the sword qi only cut off some of the corners and corners, but did not block them all, and it was too late to withdraw again, the long hair tightly curled Ying Guan and lifted him high in the air.

Mao Jianghe laughed, looked around at the young people watching around, and said loudly: "See, your falcon clan is so weak, how can you go to the totem conference, hurry up and abstain!"

The people of the Maoxiong tribe followed the coaxing, Ying Guan's face turned red, and he was trapped by the opponent in full view of everyone and could not get out, and the Qingyun Sword was tied close to his body, and he couldn't use it at all.

"This time, I will let you suffer, and give my fourth brother anger!" Mao Jianghe shook his head, dragged his long hair and threw it to the ground, smashing it down from a place three feet high, and he was seriously injured if he didn't die.

Ying Guan could feel the wind blowing in his face, slicing across his face, and when the elders came over after a while, he saw that they were so unbearable, and he was afraid that he couldn't raise his head during the totem conference.

Just as he was about to make a move, an ethereal sword qi passed through every long hair accurately, Mao Jianghe only felt a light light at the back of his head, and the long hair broke together, throwing Ying Guan out, and a young man in a black and white robe reached out to catch Ying Guan.

Since Bai Yujing put on this robe, Liu Xiaoyi felt that the style of this robe was good, so he made a few more better ones according to this one and put them in the Qiankun bag for later use.

Mao Jianghe asked with some annoyance: "Who are you? It seems that you are not from the Falcon tribe, and you have nothing to do here to meddle in foreign affairs?"

Seeing that he was about to relieve his anger, and he could also make Ying Guan ruined, this coincidentally popped out of a nosy person, who could cut off his hair, Mao Jianghe thought he was a master, but he didn't expect that he was just a teenager in the ninefold realm.

It was Liu Xiaoyi who made the move, and after putting Ying Guan aside, he jumped closer, pointed the Luhuang sword at Mao Jianghe, and said word by word: "I am his master, and I beat my apprentice, so naturally I want to come forward to teach you a lesson." ”

"Apprentice, you haven't been old yet, are you?" hahahaha!" When Mao Jianghe heard that it didn't matter, he immediately burst into laughter, and the onlookers also laughed, and the young people of the Falcon tribe were even more puzzled, how did these two guests who came from afar become Yingguan's master after half a day?

What's more, such an apprenticeship is simply a great disrespect to the falcon totem, their tribesmen in Chu are very proud, as a warrior of the Great Wilderness, how can they be willing to grovel to each other's masters and apprentices with people of the same age?

Could it be that the totem spirit of his own tribe is not enough to teach Ying Guan how to grow into a great warrior? Liu Xiaoyi's words immediately aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.

Liu Xiaoyi shook his sword and said calmly: "I'll let you do it first, so that others don't have to say that I bullied you." ”

"Okay!good!Okay! It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant person, so don't blame me for being rude!" Mao Jianghe laughed angrily, and the copper hammer sparked and sparked, gritting his teeth and rushing over.

Although his cultivation wants to suppress Liu Xiaoyi, after all, he has not experienced life and death struggle, and he is still far from the famous chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, but it is just a vain cultivation, Liu Xiaoyi is not in a hurry, the dragon under his feet is brisk, and he dodges the double hammer on one side, and even the edge of his shirt is not knocked down.

Mao Jianghe didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, swung the copper hammer backwards with his backhand, tried to move the windmill upside down, and ran to Liu Xiaoyi's waist.

"I won't let you do this, hide!" The Luhuang sword flashed, and the air within a radius of five zhang with Liu Xiaoyi as the center quickly condensed into frost, and the murderous aura in the sky locked Mao Jianghe, and the huge body slowed down a lot, and when he reacted, the blade of the sword had already slashed into the gap between the two hammers.

Mao Jianghe secretly said that it was not good, so he immediately threw away the double hammer, and wanted to clamp the sword blade with his free palm, but Liu Xiaoyi smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned the sword blade sideways, and swept the sword.

The sword qi slashed through the palm of Mao Jianghe's right hand, and immediately brought out the fluffy blood, which fell on the stagnant water under his feet and spread out, and the sword qi did not stop, turning into an invisible sword array, trapping Mao Jianghe in the middle and unable to move.

Mao Jianghe summoned the totem pole, a faintly visible long-haired monster bear, appeared behind the totem pole, Liu Xiaoyi saw the strange bear, and sighed in his heart, this hairy bear was exactly the same as the mask worn by the Bingzuka Soul Master!

Could it be that the people who don't make the mound also come from these tribes? If not, it would be a bit of a coincidence.

When this thought was stunned, Mao Jianghe seized the opportunity to cast a totem spell, and the hairy bear phantom roared to shatter the sword formation, allowing him to get out of trouble.

"Hahaha! But so, but so!" Mao Jianghe saw that he was out of trouble, and he came to Liu Xiaoyi in three or two steps and raised his hand to punch him.

The big fist of the sandbag smashed into Liu Xiaoyi's body, but it passed through, and what was in place was only the phantom afterimage left by Liu Xiaoyi, I don't know when Liu Xiaoyi flashed and moved to Mao Jianghe's back, and the sword spire was on Mao Jianghe's backbone.

"If you move again, you'll be paralyzed for the rest of your life. ”

Mao Jianghe broke out in a cold sweat, his knees were weak, and he fell to the ground with a crying voice: "Senior, old swordsman, please don't kill me, I also came here for my brother's grievances, there is no malice, no malice!"