The young man of the ancient clan, the bloodline of the king.

Buji patted his chest and said proudly: "This is Wu'en, the genius of our Dongwu tribe. He is less than eighteen years old. When he was promoted to the Shuangqiao Realm, his bloodline awakened and transformed into the king level. As long as you Dafeng Tribe have people in the Shuangqiao Realm, you can beat him, our Dongwu Tribe immediately apologizes."

Everyone's eyes gathered together, and the boy was thin and hungry, looking weak and fragile.

In the wilderness, even the newborn baby is relatively strong and will never be so thin, so everyone expressed doubts.

Yang Liang must have rich experience and naturally will not judge people by his appearance. After careful observation for a moment, he finally saw something strange.

"Boji, this little guy... has fire in his body?"

Seeing Yang Liang ask, Buji said frankly and said excitedly: "That's right, when Wu'en transformed, a trace of spiritual fire actually emerged from his body. It's really a great luck! Unfortunately, our Dongwu tribe lacks resources and does not have any treasures for him to nurture him, so that the trace of spiritual fire consumed a lot of his blood, so Wu'en now looks thin."

Yang Liang sighed slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes: "No wonder you are willing to provoke tribal disputes and take up 10% of the Hanquan. You want to use the water of the Hanquan to suppress the spiritual fire in this little guy's body."

"That's right!"

Booji nodded and said with confidence: "In the wilderness, the fittest survive. Do you think we should fight?"

Now, I can only speak with my strength.

Yang Liang stopped talking and waved, and a tall and burly young man fought from behind: "This is Abru, the first genius of our Dafeng Tribe, and he is also at the Shuangqiao Realm."

"Hold the flag!"

With Yang Liang's order, the tribe members of the Dafeng Tribe raised the totem flag to express their equal response.

...

"Abru, please give me advice."

"Wuen, please...please give me advice."

The two of them saluted themselves, then attacked at the same time, and their figures intertwined.

The fighting methods of alien races are mostly based on close combat, because they have been fighting with wild beasts all year round, and the fighting skills of alien races are more abundant and fierce than those of human cultivators.

"Peng!"

"Bang bang bang--"

The two of them first tried to fight each other, almost fisting, and looked very intense.

People from the two tribes around shouted cheers, and the atmosphere was extremely warm

At this time, Zhuo Yunxian, Qianmo and others had already rushed over, but everyone thought they were people in the Sotu caravan, so they didn't care.

"Hehe, two little kids are fighting, and a group of people are watching... It's really fun!"

Taomen Dadao muttered secretly, looking very interested.

Zhuo Yunxian frowned slightly because he noticed that the boy named Wuen had a trace of evil aura in his body, and it was full of the rhythm of life.

"Senior, what's in that boy named Wu'en?"

Zhuo Yunxian's divine consciousness is very sensitive, especially for the evil aura. He believes that his judgment will not be wrong, but he is not sure what it is.

Qian Mo casually glanced at the young man Wu'en and replied lightly: "That little guy has a similar physique to you. He should be a spirit-submitted body, and evil things are parasitized in his body."

"Senten spirits?! Evil things!?"

Zhuo Yunxian's expression changed slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He didn't want to interfere in the tribe dispute, but if such a thing happens, he probably has to ask about it.

Qianmo frowned slightly and reminded again: "Zhuo Yunxian, this wilderness is not as simple as you think. I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business so as not to cause trouble."

“…”

Zhuo Yunxian was stunned and said curiously: "Senior, are you considering me?"

"Shut up!"

Qianmo glared at the other party in anger, turned his head and ignored it.

Zhuo Yunxian shrugged undeniably, then turned his eyes to the field, showing his thoughtful look.

...

After a moment of fierce battle, Abru gradually gained the upper hand.

If it were just a comparison of cultivation and strength, Uen would naturally not be Abru's opponent, but Buji on the side did not look anxious at all.

Isn’t the royal bloodline ordinary?

"Un, it's almost over, there's no need to waste time with them."

Hearing Buji's orders, Wu'n's expression condensed, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

“Buzz!”

Wu'en's aura suddenly burst out, and a red-blade fairy spirit rose from his head, lingering golden light, and was extremely powerful, and it was the king-level fairy spirit.

At the same time, Wu'en's face was below his neck, and his blood-colored marks appeared, looking very ferocious.

"The king-level bloodline!? It's really the king-level bloodline!?"

"What a terrible pressure!"

"King rank! King's rank!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, some were shocked, some were worshipped, and some were envious and jealous.

Although the wilderness is large and there are many tribes, there are not many people who can truly awaken the bloodline of the king, so everyone naturally talks about it.

Taomen Dadao curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "It's just a king's rank, what's so exciting? If you know that Baihe's immortal spirit is the emperor's rank, you shouldn't kneel down!"

People like Taomen Dadao are typically standing and talking without a headache. Looking at Taixuanzhou for nearly ten thousand years, there are not many emperor-level immortals, so the king-level immortals have already represented the top qualifications.

...

With the emergence of Chiwu, Ablu's power was greatly suppressed. The general-level fairy was no match for the king's level. In the end, Ablu was crushed by strength and gradually showed a defeat.

"Peng!"

Chiwu punched Abru's abdomen, and the latter flew backwards, fell to the ground with serious injuries, and vomited blood.

Yang Liang sighed helplessly and quickly brought Abru back to the tribe to cultivate: "We have lost, and we are willing to accept the loss. Hanquan will give you 10% in the future."

"The clan leader thinks twice!"

"Yes, patriarch, don't promise them!"

"Class leader, let's compete with them again!"

"That's right! We all go together, fight if we want to fight. Our Dafeng Tribe is not afraid!"

Hearing Yang Liang's decision, the tribe members of the Dafeng Tribe spoke out one after another, and everyone's face was angry.

However, Yang Liang finally didn't change his mind: "This matter is decided! Our Dafeng Tribe is not as skilled as humans. Do you even want to be faced??"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel silent, and then lowered their heads.

"Okay, okay!"

Seeing this, Buji was overjoyed and couldn't help but praise: "Yang Liang, although you are old, your backbone is still there. I, Buji, admire you and apologize for the humiliation you just now!"

No need to fight for life and death, it would be better.

The Dongwu tribe has geniuses, so of course it is necessary to get more resources.

As Suotu said, tribal disputes are just for better survival and have nothing to do with hatred, and will not provoke wars for no reason.

As the patriarch, Yang Liang must be responsible to every tribe.

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Chapter completed!