Although the Dafeng tribe is ancient, it has insufficient inheritance, so it can only be maintained at a medium scale, covering an area of ​​only 1,000 acres and a population of only 100,000.

Don’t think that the population of 100,000 is too small. For the wilderness, it is already a sufficient population and is enough to protect the safety of one place.

Unlike ordinary human races, due to the harsh environment in the wilderness, the children born here are almost innately strong in physiques, and the road to cultivating immortals is relatively smooth.

It is no exaggeration to say that a tribe's population is equivalent to the combat effectiveness of 100,000 immortal cultivators, which is also the main reason why human races need to resist foreign races.

Fortunately, the wild tribes are in power and are blocked by two polar mountains, so the human land can be relatively stable.

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At this moment, the Dafeng Tribe was surrounded by people, and a totem flag stood high and fluttered in the wind. This was the totem flag of the Dongwu Tribe.

The Dongwu tribe and the Dafeng tribe are adjacent to each other, and there are frequent frictions and disputes. However, it is the first time that the tribe gate is blocked like today and formally declared war.

On the Dafeng Tribe, the leader was Yang Liang, a sparsely-haired and skinny old man. He was Yang Liang, the leader of the Dafeng Tribe, and a master of the seven-orbital realm.

The Dongwu tribe who came forward was a big clan, named Buji, who was also a master of the seven orifices realm.

The two sides confronted each other for a long time and refused to give in.

"Boji, what does it mean to bring people to block the door?! Want to start a war?"

"Yang Liang, you are really dizzy. I have brought the totem, so naturally I have to start a war, otherwise do you think I'm here to dance in your Dafeng Tribe?"

Buji deliberately made a few jokes, and the Dongwu people around him burst into laughter.

In the wilderness, dancing refers to women in general. Booji's words are mocking the Dafeng tribe as a woman.

"snort!"

Yang Liang was old, so he was naturally not an impulsive person. He suppressed his anger and said, "Buji, if you only know how to talk, I will not be with you!"

Buji smiled and said seriously: "Yang Liang, I, Buji, on behalf of the Dongwu tribe, agreed with your Dafeng tribe that our Dongwu tribe will divide the cold springs in the Hanwu Cave this year by 10% of our Dongwu tribe, which means 60% of us and 40% of you."

"What!?"

Yang Liang didn't expect the other party to make such a request, and refused without thinking: "This is impossible! The Hanwu Cave was discovered jointly by the ancestors of our two tribes. It has been distributed equally for thousands of years. Why do you have to have 10% more this year?"

Booji sneered and said, "It's not just this year, but we will account for 10% every year in the future."

"You...what did you say!?"

Yang Liang opened his mouth and couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

Booji sarcastically said, "It turns out that the old eyes are dizzy and the ears are deaf. Can't even hear what I say clearly?!"

"shut up--"

"fart!"

"Kill these Dongwu dogs to death!"

"Bare them to death!"

The crowd of the Great Wind tribes around was in a turbulent mood, and the Dongwu tribes were immediately on guard.

Buji said indifferently: "Yang Liang, you are old. After you die, there will be no successor to the Dafeng Tribe. What are you fighting with us?"

"At least I'm still alive!"

Yang Liang's voice was old and his eyes were cold: "If you dare to come to the door, even if I try this old bone, I will not let you have a good time!"

The wild land is extremely barren, and any resource is life, even more precious than life.

There are not many cold springs in 10% sounds like there are many, but that is most of the benefits of the Dafeng Tribe, which is related to the living conditions of the tribe.

With a 10% reduction in cold springs every year, the tribe will survive a few fewer children every year. As this continues, the population will gradually decline. The Great Wind Tribe will sooner or later be destroyed, or become a vassal of other tribes.

"Yang Liang, don't be stubborn!"

Buji hummed and said lightly: "We want to occupy 10% of the cold springs, so there are naturally our reasons. Just because our Dongwu tribe has a genius with the blood of the king. You know what this means. This year, the ancestor temple worships ancestors, our tribe will definitely be able to give birth to a son of god. At that time, Guangzong is not comparable to your little Dafeng tribe."

"Some of you awakened the king's bloodline!? How is this possible!?"

Yang Liang's expression changed drastically, and the Dafeng tribe around him was even more uproar.

Similar to the royal immortals of the human race, the royal bloodline of the alien race is a symbol of the royal race. Every time it appears, it represents the change in the pattern of the wild forces.

This is not only a major event for a tribe, but also a major event for the entire ethnic group.

Moreover, having the bloodline of the king represents a noble identity. If you can gain the favor of the Ancestral Temple and become a son of god, the entire tribe will rise.

Of course, if you want to become a Son of God, you must pass many tests, and the primary condition for these tests is to awaken the bloodline of the king.

After a while of a moment, Yang Liang gradually came to his senses and shook his head stubbornly: "No, no, the cold spring in the Hanwu Cave is the lifeblood of our tribe. We can give up other resources for you, but we can't give up a drop of the Hanquan."

"Yang Liang, don't challenge my patience!"

Buji not only has a rough appearance, but also has a very reckless personality. After a moment, he became impatient.

Yang Liang leaned on the crutch in his hand and said viciously: "Buji, I advise you to give up this heart! The Dafeng Tribe will not agree to your conditions. If you really want to start a war, our Dafeng Tribe is not a vegetarian."

"good!"

Buji looked in a bad mood and said, "For tribal disputes, the strong are respected. Let's follow the rules. Do you want to fight one by one or a group battle?"

Yang Liang hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but a group of people came in a hurry.

"Slow down!"

As the sound of the sound of the shouting, a burly figure fell into the center of the forces on both sides.

"Suotu?!"

When Yang Liang saw the visitor, he was stunned and then looked complicated: "What are you here to do? You can retreat first."

Suotu said in a deep voice: "Old patriarch, I am not an outsider! My father is from the Dafeng Tribe, and I am also from the Dafeng Tribe. Today's tribe dispute, please include me. Even if I die here in battle, I have no regrets. I just hope you can bury my bones in the Dafeng Tribe."

“…”

Yang Liang did not object, and he was considered to have agreed to Suotu's identity.

After all, people's hearts are fleshy. After all, they see Suotu's efforts over the years, and the Dafeng Tribe no longer rejects them. Today, this opportunity has given both sides a step forward.

After pondering for a while, Yang Liang slowly spoke: "Buji, according to the rules, since it is the dispute you initiated, then the conditions should be decided by us."

Boogie nodded at a high spirit: "That's natural."

Yang Liangfu said again: "Call out your tribe members who have awakened the bloodline of the king. Let's compete fairly. One battle will definitely win or lose. If you win, you will follow yours."

"no problem!"

Booji was obviously prepared and waved to a strong boy and walked out of the crowd.

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Chapter completed!