In the evening, when grain trucks loaded with grain drove into the outer courtyard, all tribes who were resting outside the courtyard were immediately alarmed.

A total of sixty-five grain trucks parked the entire outer yard. From the beginning of handover of the grain trucks, the clan leader Ge Xiong, Yang Ze, and a group of hunters in the clan laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths.

Fifty carts of food will definitely allow the members of the Geshan tribe to have a comfortable winter, and there is even a little surplus.

Moreover, according to the clan leader Ge Xiong, with Jiang Cheng, a guy with extremely perverted combat power, the tribe can even organize a team of soul warriors to expand the tribe's grain preparation to the outside of the Beihun Mountains next year.

The tribe's life will definitely get better and better!

"Haha, although I didn't care about the hungry jerky, it was all good grains and not much old grain! Good boy, it's so good. Do you know how much contribution you have made to the tribe?" Uncle Yangze kept checking around the fifty grain trucks belonging to the Geshan tribe. From the beginning to now, his mouth has never been closed.

But Jiang Cheng, who was standing at the door, had a bad feeling.

Especially when Jiang Cheng saw the people from other tribes who had been watching these fifty trucks of grain from the beginning to now, he looked at the grain trucks like hungry wolves.

Especially when Uncle Yangze checked the grain and took out a handful of golden grains, Jiang Cheng could even see the twitching throats of other tribes, his eyes becoming redder and redder.

Their eyes gave Jiang Cheng a feeling as if he was staring at the Silver Moon Demon Wolf in the ice and snow. This gaze made Jiang Cheng more and more aware of a danger when he became more and more uneasy.

Suddenly obtaining such abundant food has brought unspeakable crisis to the Geshan tribe.

This situation made Jiang Cheng suddenly think of several words, "A man is innocent, he is guilty of being guilty, two peaches kill three soldiers" seems to be somewhat consistent with the current situation.

With his eyebrows frowned, Jiang Cheng suddenly realized the danger in this situation and turned around and entered a room. Just now, the patriarch Ge Xiong had just walked in.

In the monster, the patriarch Ge Xiong was sitting there with a worried look on his face. Jiang Cheng didn't talk nonsense and went forward and said directly: "Class Chief, something is wrong."

"What, you can see that something is wrong?" Ge Xiong was a little surprised.

"It's obvious. Look at Hu Zhenjiang's eyes, and his eyes were almost red when he stared at these grain trucks. Moreover, there was too much food, and when everyone was so short of food," said Jiang Cheng.

"Yes, I just thought something was wrong. We had more than 30 people and fifty cars of grain, and we couldn't transport them at all. Moreover, that guy from Hu Zhenjiang might intercept him halfway!" The leader of Ge Xiong was not in vain. The intuition about danger cultivated in the mountains and forests made him realize it.

Jiang Cheng shook his head gently: "Clan leader, a Huli tribe is not afraid. What I worry about is that the Huli tribe will join forces with other food-deficient tribes to encircle and annihilate us on the road! If that happens, these foods will be a disaster! At that time, maybe we can return to the tribe alive, and there are problems."

"They dare, our Geshan tribe..." Ge Xiong's high voice suddenly dropped rapidly. Obviously, what Jiang Cheng expected was very likely.

"Jiang Cheng, isn't it as serious as you said?" Yang Ze walked in.

Jiang Cheng shook his head again, "It's not just that, I don't think this is that simple.

You think, before the mountain is closed with heavy snow, Baihun tribe is almost ripped off, not to mention that he is raising grain for us, the first three competitions used to be rewarded with elixirs, but now it has suddenly been replaced with a large amount of grain. When did Baihun tribe become so generous?"

"Isn't that your boy a big shot? I guess it's Bai Hun's tribe. I didn't expect you to be so strong?" Yang Ze said.

"Think about it again. During this martial arts competition, I was always able to draw soul warriors from the Tiger Clan during the draw of lots? This is a doubt."

After pausing, Jiang Cheng asked again: "Clan leader, among the top three or four soul warriors held by the Baihun tribe in previous years, how many can the Baihun tribe occupy?"

"I think about it." Ge Xiong thought for a moment and replied: "That time two years ago, all the soul warriors ranked in the top four were from Baihun's tribe.

That time three years ago, Shi Dahu of our clan was fortunate to enter the top four, but was beaten to become a useless person by Feng Zhanyuan. The other three were all from Baihun's tribe.

Five years ago, all the top four were soul warriors of the Baihun tribe. Seven years ago, the first four, the Baihun tribe occupied three places, eight years ago...but this time..."

The more I recalled, the more cold sweats on the forehead of the patriarch Ge Xiong, and his face became more and more difficult.

Yang Ze's expression also became extremely solemn, "The rewards in the past were all included in the Baihun division. This time, only Feng Zhanyuan was the first four. Jiang Cheng, are you saying that this was intentional by Baihun division?"

Jiang Cheng nodded heavily. The cultivation resources of Baihun tribe are much stronger than those of Baihun tribes. After hearing the clan leader’s results of the martial arts competition in the past few years, Jiang Cheng became more and more sure of this.

"Our tribe has obtained a lot of food, but other tribes are still struggling on the brink of life and death. At this time, if someone provokes contact, such as the Huli tribe's Hu Zhenjiang..."

As soon as Jiang Cheng said this, Ge Xiong and Yang Ze's faces immediately faded and were as pale as paper!

"Let's leave quickly, let's leave now, and set off immediately before they unite. The food must be transported back to the tribe!" Yang Ze said anxiously.

The patriarch Ge Xiong did not say anything, but Jiang Cheng spoke again: "We are moving forward at full speed with light and it will take four hours to return to Geshan from Baihun's Tucheng. But if we move forward with a slow and bulky grain truck, it will take at least two days!

Two days will be enough for Hu Zhenjiang or others to unite these tribes and block us.”

"Not only, they even have time to transfer elite troops from the tribe to rob the food!" said the patriarch Ge Xiong with an extremely serious expression.

"What should we do then? We will also send someone to turn the tribe to pick us up?" Yang Ze said anxiously.

"If they unite, even if grandpa comes in person, we will have no chance of winning!" Ge Xiong once again rejected Yang Ze's proposal.

"This is not possible, that is not possible. What should we do? This is the food that can keep the tribe members alive. There was no such thing as before. Now, Acheng has been working hard to get it. Could it be that success is thrown here?" Yang Ze was a little irritable in anxiety.

"Report to the clan leader, Hu Zhenjiang, the clan leader of Huli tribe, has just entered the courtyard where Feiyu tribe lives. Now he has just come out and gone to the courtyard of Huri tribe." The reward of a hunter who had just told the news about the movements of Huzhenjiang made Yangze and Ge Xiong's hearts sink to the bottom of the valley in an instant!

Hu Zhenjiang's actions were faster than they thought!

Moreover, all of this was argued by Jiang Cheng!

The room became extremely dull in an instant, and the invisible pressure made people breathless.

"This is not possible, that is not possible. Then we will fight out. I don't believe it. With my warriors from Geshan tribe, I can't kill a path of blood..."

"Uncle Yangze, don't be anxious. In fact, this matter is not without a solution. If it is handled properly, hehe." A fierce light flashed through Jiang Cheng's eyes.

When Ge Xiong heard this, he was happy, and Yang Ze was even more ecstatic and urged: "What's the solution? Tell me quickly!"

Jiang Cheng was not in a hurry to say it, but instead rushed to the patriarch Ge Xiong and said, "Class Chief, before you determine this method, I have a few questions to ask you to answer!"

"You ask!"

"Clan leader, how credible is our Geshan tribe compared to the Huli tribe?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Ge Xiong was stunned and replied, "Then you have to ask, the man from my Geshan tribe is just right, spitting is a pit. Compared with the robbers of the Huli tribe, his reputation is many times better!"

"The second question is, among the eight Baihun tribes, except for the Huli tribe and the Vajra tribe, which tribes are closest to our Geshan tribe, or are the tribe leaders confident of persuading several tribes?" Jiang Cheng asked again.

"Persuad?" The patriarch Ge Xiong was stunned and then smiled bitterly: "If it were normal, there would be no problem, but now, it is difficult to just open your mouth!"

"What if there is food?"

"What, do you want to give them food? If you give them food, what should our tribe members do?" As soon as Jiang Cheng said, Yang Ze jumped up suddenly.

"Yangze, don't be anxious, listen to Jiang Cheng finish his words." said the patriarch Ge Xiong.

"Uncle Yangze, don't worry, you don't want to send all the food. If we forcefully swallow fifty trucks of food, we may not be able to transport a grain of food to the tribe. But if we share some of it, hehe!"

As a sneer appeared, Jiang Cheng suddenly pulled Yangze and Ge Xiong and whispered a few times, making the eyes of the two looking at Jiang Cheng suddenly become extremely terrifying.

"Class leader, what do you do, do you understand?"

While nodding, Ge Xiong looked up and down with a strange look for Jiang Cheng for a long time before sighing: "Grandpa, he is indeed as wise as a torch! I am a little worried about the Huli Clan now."

After saying such a mindless word, Ge Xiong went out dyingly, and Jiang Cheng gave him the plan, but it could not be delayed at all.

At night, the Linggong Hall in Baihun tribe was brightly lit.

"Reporting to the Linggong, the tribe members who had just followed him reported that Hu Zhenjiang of the Huli tribe had begun to contact other tribes.

Almost all tribes, such as the Huli tribe, including the Banyue tribe, which has a deep grudge with the Vajra tribe, all have members of each tribe who have left the Foreign Messenger Courtyard with illness. A hunter from the Geshan tribe walked the most urgently. I think he should have gone to summon the tribe members!" said Bai Feibao, the leader of the Baihun tribe.

"Then Ge Xiong is indeed as stupid as a pig!" Little Linggong Feng Qing smiled sinisterly: "But then again, even if the old man Lin E came, he might not be able to see through it."

"The Geshan tribe also went to the headquarters for help? OK, OK, OK!"

Daling Gong Bai Ce was overjoyed when he heard this and said three good words in a row.

"This time, the power of the surrounding tribes is empty. I see what you, Lin E, can resist the attack of my Baihun tribe! Since those idiots have already followed our routine, then you can go back and prepare!"

Speaking of this, Da Ling Gong Bai Ce's voice suddenly became cold and shouted: "The plan to establish a country is about to succeed. This time, I will not make any mistakes!

Who dares to have any mistakes? Come and see you!"

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Chapter completed!