Thinking of this, Si Lang's twisted heart also faded a lot. He walked forward openly, which made Si Kou stunned.

The relationship between the two has been cold in the tribe for a long time. Now, after meeting, Si Lang does not have too many times to mock him.

"Where is Brother Lin?" Si Lang asked.

"I've gone up the mountain." Si Kou replied.

"Oh." Si Lang nodded, and saw Si Kou carrying a hunting tool on his back and was about to cross him, and he also went up the mountain to hunt. He had become a habit of ridicule Si Kou on weekdays. At this time, he blurted out: "There is no need to hunt anymore, why do you have to do this?"

"I just want to have more prey, so if I enter the city, I will have a greater chance of getting the battle pattern." Si Kou was not angry, but said seriously.

Si Lang pursed his lips and said, "I will give you some of my prey."

Si Kou turned around in surprise.

Si Lang frowned and said impatiently: "I don't like you, but I won't really bully you because I have war patterns. I'll wait for you to imprint the war patterns and then compete with you."

"good."

Si Lang turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't know what he thought of, and turned back to Si Lang and said, "By the way, I will go when you go to find Heishantou. I won't go now, I just don't want myself and the people around me to lose my life in vain."

Si Kou smiled slightly: "I know."

"You know what's the matter." Si Lang was stunned when he heard Si Kou's words, then cursed and left.

...

Lin Fei has become a habit for going up the mountain to find hardware veins and metal and stone objects every day. After searching for several days in succession, the true energy in his body has become like a gurgling river. Although it is incomparable to himself when he is intact, he can also temper his body every day, but it is far from enough to condense the momentum of breaking through the Dantian and the seal of the Sword Domain.

This day is the day when people in Wangshan City come to collect tributes.

Early on, the clan leader and elder prepared all the tributes and led the clan members to stand in front of the square of the tribe's sacrifice temple.

Lin Fei entered the mountain in the morning and saw them standing neatly and respectfully. When the sunset was about to set, Lin Fei returned from the mountain, the clan leader and the tribe members were still standing there, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

According to Si Kou, on a fixed day every year, the people in Wangshan City will never forget or miss the time. However, if someone waits for a day to come, this style is a bit too great.

Lin Fei was thinking that a bloody light suddenly appeared in front of the solemn sacrifice temple, as if a pool of blood dozens of feet appeared out of thin air. Countless tortuous sacrifices flashed from it, densely packed like tadpoles and small snakes. Then these sacrifices were connected into a string, and a square hole was cut from the center of the blood pool.

The tribe members in the Tiger Tribe had a clear spirit. The next moment, an ink-colored eagle galloped out of the hole in the blood pool. The eagle flapped its wings, more than ten feet long, and its feathers were cast like iron, with a rosy chill. Its eyes were red and fierce, and it was squatting high in the air, waiting for the tribes below, as if staring at its prey.

On the back of the eagle, there was a middle-aged man. His hair had already turned white and his expression was very sudden. His robes and clothing were very different from those of the tribe. He was no longer as crude as the mountains.

Before this person was left, the clan leader and the elder had already stepped forward, with a very respectful posture. In front of them there was a brown wooden box of three half a person tall. The wooden box was made of hollow spiritual wood. Because the elder opened up space when he was refining, the space inside each wooden box was much larger than it seemed.

When the middle-aged man finally fell from the black eagle, the clan leader and elder who had already been waiting beside him immediately stepped forward and bowed with a smile. The clan leader said, "Thank you for your hard work, please come in the house, we have prepared some food and water and wine..."

"Why are there so many words?" Before the patriarch finished speaking, the middle-aged man felt a little impatient between his eyebrows.

The patriarch quickly pointed to the box beside him and said, "Yes, I dare not waste my time, the tributes are ready."

The middle-aged man glanced at it, waved his hand and a light green light flashed across his body. The three wooden boxes were shrouded in three green lights, and then turned into the size of a palm and fell into the sleeves of the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the clan leader looked at the man with a faint smile. Before he could speak, he saw the middle-aged man looking cold and said, "Your tribe is really brave."

The sound was like thunder, and it exploded in vain, which scared everyone.

The man said again: "The tribute this year is insufficient."

insufficient?

The clan leader's eyebrows moved slightly, but he did not show his dissatisfaction.

Because of the incident in Bafeng Mountain a few days ago, the tributes handed over by their tribe this year are more than twice as many as in previous years. Why is there any inadequate statement?

It was not the first time that the patriarch had seen such a difficult person. His smile had not diminished. He took out a jade box the size of a palm from his sleeve. It was covered with blood and a pure blood radiant. He took two steps forward, handed the jade box in his hand to the man, and whispered: "Sir, our tribe dare not be disrespectful to Wangshan City and the city lord. How could he not prepare the tribute? Sir came from afar, because our tribe was not well received, so please accept it with a little care."

"Brief me?" The middle-aged man's face became even colder. He didn't even look at the patriarch. He waved his hand and brushed away the patriarch.

Now, not only the tribe members, but also the tribe leader was stunned.

The man looked at the sacrificial temple behind everyone and said coldly: "The Tiger Tribe violated the rules in the city and violated the wishes of the city lord. Today, I will punish the city lord!"

The man reached out to worship the temple, and a black token appeared in his palm, seven inches in size, simple and simple. The word "Looking at the Mountain" was written on the front, and the back was painted with continuous mountains.

"Reward order?"

But the moment the token appeared, the patriarch's face changed drastically. He took a step forward and stopped the man. A light flashed slightly on his body. The originally peaceful aura suddenly turned into a forcing momentum.

"Do you want to rebel?" the middle-aged man frowned.
Chapter completed!