"It's unbelievable that Emperor Yan was defeated. Chu Yuan sighed as he drank the boiling tea. Casually, Zhang Shuifeng of the tea went up the mountain to pick the tea, and it was the end farmer who fried the tea, and Chu Yuan was only responsible for drinking tea.

"Emperor Yan was defeated by Ji Xuanyuan is indeed a bit inexplicable, not to mention the Qilin Tengtu, there should be no tribe in the human race that has the strength to defeat the Yandi tribe. Shallot agreed that there was really nothing to do in winter, and the battle between the emperor and the emperor naturally became a topic to pass the time.

"The so-called heart of eating miscellaneous grains and doing the world's major affairs refers to the two of you!" Zhang Shuifeng complained. Before the war, neither Emperor Yan nor Ji Xuanyuan asked this tribe to send troops to support, but no tribe within a radius of 100 miles was regarded as combat effectiveness.

"The Five Realms of Essence Qi may be a master within a radius of thousands of miles, but believe me, on the battlefield of the big tribe, it can only be regarded as a stronger cannon fodder. Mo Nong put down the medicinal herbs in his hand and said, "Many tribes just don't know the danger and join the battlefield without authorization, and finally end up with the destruction of one tribe." ”

The destruction in the mouth of the end of the peasant refers to the devouring of the tribe Tengtu, and the integration of the entire tribe by other tribes, and it is said that Ying Longtengtu swallowed the Qilin Tengtu and ended the war.

"Look at what you said, as if you've seen it, could it be that you were also a master of the Five Realms of Essence Qi before. The shallots looked at the end of the day and asked, the current end of the farm is the same as ordinary people, and he can't see the appearance of cultivation at all.

Suenon smiled and didn't answer, he rarely talked about his past.

"Moron, how can you not answer the words of the wizard. Wen Yao glared at Mo Nong dissatisfiedly and said.

"Wen Fungus, don't be angry, Mo Nong has his own troubles, not to mention that the wizard doesn't care. Ye Xuanti Monong, who was also born in the tribe, explained.

"It's okay, I don't have any intention of exploring the past of the end of the farmer," Ashalon agreed, "If you know something, it would be better to tell us." After all, you're our clan now. ”

"Actually, I don't know much. Mo Nong thought for a while and replied, "I heard that there is a saint behind Ji Xuanyuan, and his master seems to be a disciple of the saint Primordial Heavenly Venerable. ”

"Disciple of Yuan Shi Tianzun, could it be Yun Zhongzi?" Zhang Shuifeng said suddenly.

"Yun Zhongzi, the teacher knows him?" This time it was Mo Nong's turn to be surprised, he had always thought that Zhang Shuifeng was a powerful witch doctor after all, but he didn't expect Zhang Shuifeng to know the saint disciple.

"I don't know each other, but I've only met once. Zhang Shuifeng replied vaguely.

At the peach meeting of the Golden Queen Mother, Zhang Shuifeng once saw Yun Zhongzi, who was hiding behind the Antarctic Immortal Weng like a Taoist boy at that time.

However, the saint disciples are as high as the top, except for the saints who don't put anyone in their eyes at all, even Zhang Shuifeng doesn't regard those saint disciples as peers, so everyone who has heard the sermon in Zixiao Palace has no good impression of the saint disciples.

To put it bluntly, you are afraid of their talent and the saint behind you, you are accepted as a disciple by the saint, and your talent is very high no matter how you think about it, so the later battle of the gods is all a contest between the disciples of the saint, and the others are at most away from home.

"Speaking of which, our tribe doesn't have a name yet, why don't you think of one now? Zhang Shuifeng changed the subject.

A few years ago, the tribe was still worried about the lack of food, naturally there was no mood to name it, and now the highest-ranking people in the tribe are there, Shallot is a wizard, Chu Yuan is the patriarch and hunting captain, Zhang Shuifeng is a witch doctor, and the three of Mo Nong are the leaders of the future tribe, and the power in the tribe is basically all here, after all, the small tribe, the decision is basically in the hands of Chu Yuan and Shallot.

"When the snow melts on the mountain, I'll take a divination. "Shallot rejects the current name, intending to use the art of divination to name the tribe.

"Divination? Chu Yuan nodded and said.

Seeing that Chu Yuan also agreed, Zhang Shuifeng didn't say anything, although Mo Nong's eyes were a little strange when he looked at him, but Zhang Shuifeng didn't intend to explain.