The land of the Northern Rong.

On a clearing, tens of thousands of Quanrong people gathered, opening a decade-long celebration.

The Quanrong tribe is actually a race with a strong sense of hierarchy. Walking on the road, clear circles appear immediately from ordinary dogs to head dogs and even dog kings.

The most important thing is that when enjoying food, only the dog kings can eat it first, then the head dog, and then the ordinary dog.

In a relatively primitive social structure, the power to control food distribution is almost the same as the power to control life and death.

Those who wandered outside like Huang Xie and Erxia were a little uncomfortable with this rule.

Especially when I saw a little puppy snatching a piece of it and was beaten by the angry big dog, I felt even more uncomfortable.

After a quarrel, the highlight finally came.

Many dog ​​kings surrounded an old dog-headed priest and came to the center of the high platform.

A large number of Quanrong tribes retreated, allowing a group of young dogs to take turns to the stage.

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Among them, the worst is also a natural person!

This is to select the "Quanrong Warrior" to accept the racial heritage.

The Quanrong tribe is somewhat different from the Yan Han. Their extraordinary power is transmitted through blood.

These "Quanrong Warriors" entered the ancestral land, met with their ancestors, and started the ceremony.

Once you can successfully activate your bloodline, you can transform into an extraordinary species, which is considered a step into the way.

If the bloodline power is strong enough and the later practice is hard enough, magical powers will gradually be born in the bloodline.

When the bloodline magical powers are completely condensed, it is equivalent to the magical power realm of a cultivator.

Even if it is placed in the Yan Han Empire, you can still shout - the big demon!

As for the old monster in the Demon Pill Realm... the old monster in the Demon Pill Realm of the Quanrong clan has died long ago.

If he was still alive, Fufeng Dadu Protector would have difficulty sleeping and eating, resulting in unstable frontiers. When several old demon pills fell, it was said that cultivators from the three Taoist sects were secretly pushing, and the mastermind behind the scenes were deeply influenced.

"You are all young talents from my Quanrong clan. It depends entirely on you to develop in the clan in the future. Don't forget the glory in our bloodline!"

The old priest of the dog-headed man shouted at the top of his lungs.

The second clam was underneath, and his ears were scrubbed with boredom on his face.

Perhaps the young people next to him who have been in Beirong can hear this kind of saliva.

But for him who had seen big scenes when he went out, his heart was calm and he even wanted to laugh a little.

So what if you enter the ancestral land or even awaken your bloodline magical powers?

The humans outside are simply walking around with magical powers, and the Yuan Dan can shake!

Well, although it is a bit exaggerated, the strength of the human race is beyond doubt.

And, even though the old priest was speaking righteously, if he didn't choose those noble families later, he would eat all the soil on the ground!

This time I came here, it was probably just a formality and a runaway.

With this idea, Erha seemed even more careless.

"Next, I will announce the list of selected places to go to the ancestral land..."

The old priest trembled with his hands, took out a document and recited it loudly.

‘Damn…is it so dark?’

Huang Xie below was almost stunned and hurriedly grabbed a companion: "Aren't there any competitions for winning the reputation in the last conference? Why did it be announced directly this time?"

If so, Erha really has no hope.

"That's all the old almanac ten years ago." A black-haired dog next to him was full of vicissitudes of life: "How many families occupy among the innate dogs this year? How many poor families are there? And... the dog kings all agreed. Is there any use for you to object? Do you want to be cleaned up?"

When talking about the dog king, even Huang Xie dared not talk back, so he could only whimper a few times to express his dissatisfaction.

‘It’s over… It seems that this tribe really can’t stay there. Do you have to go out and surrender to the young master… Alas, where should you put this old face?… No, our Quanrong tribe doesn’t care about this, and you can put it on as you like…’

Just as Huang Xie was lost and had already thought about how to hold Su Daozhi's thigh and beg hard, a string of names came into his ears.

"Taishan, Bian Cong, Daba, Erha... Wang, this is the 'Guirong Warrior' selected this year. Let us cheer for them, Wangwang!"

Suddenly, the barking of dogs sounded, and it was everywhere.

"ha?!"

Huang Xie almost thought he had heard it wrong: "What did I hear? Erxia is also on the list? Has that second guy learned to sneak into the camp now?"

This made him almost doubt that he had a life.

But when Huang Xie saw the classic silly expression on the stage, he knew that he was thinking too much.

...

After the grand celebration.

Huang Xie immediately spent his previous relationships and found a "friend" with some energy.

"Wang Wang... Qijun, what's going on?"

His friend was a Quanrong woman with a very pure fur. She was wearing a white poodle head. When she heard this, she smiled and her voice became softer: "I want to congratulate Huang Jun, you are traveling abroad and met a noble man."

"Negotiable?!"

Huang Xie had a question mark on his forehead.

He was away and had been struggling at the bottom of the house. Is he acquainted with a noble man?

The only friend and master of Su Daozhi, who has only entered the Taoist world, cannot affect the decision of the Quanrong clan, right?

"Yesterday, the clan received an emergency letter from Fufeng. The old priest read the letter and decided to put the second hammer's name on the list, and for this, he squeezed out the quota of a child of aristocratic families..."

Qi Jun said mysteriously.

"Who did that letter come from?" Huang Xie was even more confused.

"It is stamped with the official seal of the Great Protectorate, but there is only one sentence inside, and one person has attained enlightenment..."

Qi Jun seemed to be showing off: "We have also learned Yan Chinese documents. We have learned the allusion of the ascension of one person, and we still understand the story of the ascension of the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven..."

"Could it be... it's really Su Jun."

Huang Xie murmured: "I actually used the relationship of the Great Protector for us. This kind of kindness and affection will never be forgotten... Fortunately, there are two clams. They go to the ancestral land and do not seek to condense magical powers, but seek to awaken their bloodlines. This is equivalent to entering the Tao and will always help Master Su in the future."

"Woom!"

At this time, Erha ran back happily with her tongue in her mouth, with a loud voice: "Uncle, guess what news I heard... After Mr. Su entered the Tao, he went to Central Plains to travel and encountered a great opportunity. Not only did he successfully join the Tiger Sect, but he also became a magical cultivator."

"Tiger Sect?"

Huang Xie was confused and asked the dog next to him, then slapped Erma on the head: "It's the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect! You are just talking about this here. You dare to say it outside, and see that the Taoists won't peel you off!"
Chapter completed!