"Dust!"

In the rage, the white fox shouted.

Panicked, the dust rushed to the front, bowed his head and said, "My father, what's the matter?"

The white fox grabbed the dusty clothes: "You bastard, I asked you to inform the patriarchs of other tribes, did you inform them?"

He also waited with the white fox for the whole morning, with a grievance all over the face: "I have notified my father, they have already said it, but they don't know why, they are not coming."

"Damn, damn!"

In his anger, the white fox kicked down a small tree next to the valley, but he hugged his feet and shouted in pain.

"My father, are you all right!"

The dust hurriedly rushed over with an exclamation and asked caringly.

"Go away, now, go to other tribes immediately and invite me again!" The white fox pushed away from the dust.

The dust raised his head, looked at his father with a look of embarrassment, and swallowed his mouth: "Then, the father, for example, what if they don't come yet?"

The white fox glared back, "If they don't come, you don't have to come back!"

It can be seen that the white fox is getting really angry, and the dust shrank his neck in fright at the time. He jumped up from the ground numbly, and found a few of the clansmen who were waiting together, and ran down the mountain with a dusty face.

After waiting for the dust to leave, A Bao turned out from the side, making no sound when he walked.

"Perhaps, the patriarchs of other tribes have all gone to the Frost Valley tribe."

The white fox was startled by the sudden voice of A Bao, and looked back at A Bao with a frown.

Abao said, "Have you forgotten that the Frost Valley Tribe invited you here before."

The white fox gritted his teeth: "Then I don't believe it, no tribe has come to me!"

A Leopard pursed his lips and said nothing.

At the same time, the Frost Valley tribe gathered all the tribes in a large mountain range.

The old patriarch was dressed in animal skins as usual, and his body was sweaty in the hot weather.

The witch and Babu accompany him. On the other hand, Ji Thief, on the grounds that his injuries have not healed, stayed aside, and asked A Jie to come forward instead of him.

Under a huge tree, the old patriarch was sitting in the shade, and more than twenty other patriarchs were sitting on the ground beside it.

They ate the fruit and food provided by the Frost Valley tribe and drank a turquoise juice.

The patriarch of the Lin tribe picked it up and took a sip, then he kept smacking his mouth and asked the old patriarch: "What is this?"

The old patriarch scolded Ji Thief all over in his heart, but he had to put on a smile on his face: "This is the juice made by a warrior. Don't look at such a small bowl, but it takes more than ten fruits to make it. Squeeze it out."

All the patriarchs were shocked when they heard the words, and looked down at the small bowls in front of them. There were more than 20 patriarchs present. So, just these juices, more than 200 fruits were wasted?

My goodness, this is the daily fruit consumption of my tribe.

What a prodigal, what a prodigal, with nearly a hundred people occupying half of the food a day to squeeze into a few mouthfuls of juice, this is not a prodigal, what is this?

But look at the Frost Valley people present, none of them showed distressed expressions. OMG, I knew that the Frost Valley tribe had a big business and plenty of food. But this is too abundant, more than two hundred fruits, don't you even blink your eyelids?

In fact, how did these patriarchs know that the Frostgu tribe did not lose the fruit after squeezing the juice.

Didn't Hou Shan Fat Elder raise many animals? Those fruits that have no water are prepared for them.

"By the way, patriarch, why didn't you see the warrior?" the patriarch of the Eagle Tribe asked.

The old patriarch said: "The warrior hasn't healed his injury before, now he needs to take a good rest."

"Is the warrior's injury so severe?" the Lin tribe patriarch asked in a daze.

A Jie, who was standing next to him, knew that at this time, it was time for him to come forward.

He sighed: "After all, the opponent is Montenegro. That is the strongest person in the mountains. It is not easy for a warrior to kill him. It is normal to get a little injured or something."

A Jie said very skillfully, it was Ji Thief who killed Black Mountain.

But in his words, he did not reveal any information that the two were the black mountains killed by the thief in the case of heads-up.

However, this word fell in the ears of other patriarchs, but he didn't think so.

Think about it, ordinary people, when hearing what A Jie said just now, didn't they subconsciously think that the thief was the Black Mountain who was killed when he was singled out?

It is equivalent to saying that A Jie used his little language skills to make a blindfold with the patriarchs.

Sure enough, A Jie's words fell and everyone was shocked.

If it is said that there is still doubt that Ji thief killed the Black Mountain alone, but now A Jie is equivalent to the official acknowledgment of the Frost Valley Tribe, it is different.

Although A Jie didn't mention that Ji Thief was the Black Mountain who was singledly killed.

For a moment, all the patriarchs looked at each other.

When did the thief have such a high force value?

Among these patriarchs, especially the patriarch of the Yun tribe, was the most fearful. Fortunately, Ji thief had not agreed to single-handedly challenged himself before.

Even Black Mountain was killed by the Ji thief, can he be an opponent?

Among the crowd, the most uncomfortable were the tribes headed by Fengchuan and Mulian tribes. The patriarchs showed uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Looking at each other, their expressions were extremely unnatural.

"Then let's go and see the warriors." At this time, the Lin tribe chief suggested.

When the words fell, several patriarchs immediately responded.

The old patriarch glanced at A Jie, and A Jie quickly said, "Everyone, what the Lord Warrior needs now is rest. If we disturb him, it will affect the Lord Warrior's body."

Several patriarchs who said they were going to see Ji Thief looked at each other, and finally gave up: "Okay, okay."

A Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at a cave in the distance.

At the entrance of the cave, Ji thief stretched out his legs and lay comfortably, lying next to the big bladetooth tiger, holding the small bladetooth tiger in his arms and licking it in his hands.

Tushan squatted next to him, playing with the weeds at the entrance of the cave with his hands.

Ouch~

The little guy uttered an immature roar, and the thief stroked his chin, causing the little tiger cub Le's limbs to tremble.

"Sir Warrior, should we play?"

At this time, with the sound of swish footsteps, A Ju walked over and asked Ji Thief.

Squinting and raising his head, looking at A Ju who blocked his sunlight, Ji Zei glanced at him: "Are you sure?"

Ah Ju smiled: "In the past few days, I have taken the army to train the Warriors only for the set you taught us. I am absolutely sure."

The thief nodded: "Let's go then."

As he said, Ji Thief put down the small Sabretooth Tiger, patted his body and stood up, and said: "Tushan, go, let's follow the patriarchs' expressions."

Tushan nodded with a slamming sound, and stood up with the thief, and the two came to behind a tree together.

From this position, you can clearly see the more than twenty patriarchs sitting on the ground in the middle of the valley, but because of the perspective, they really can't see the thief.

At this moment, there was a violent shout, and an army of thirty people walked into the arena at a steady pace, shocking the patriarchs.

Immediately afterwards, when none of these patriarchs could react, at A Ju's order, the thirty people immediately divided into two teams, armed with wooden spears, and attacked and killed each other.

For a time, the shouts penetrated the valley, scared the patriarchs screamed, pointing to the army that was a hundred steps away, fighting each other in the middle of the valley, shouting: "Patriarch, you, your people are fighting by themselves. !"

A Jie hurriedly waved his hand to comfort everyone: "It's okay, it's okay, they are training, they are training."

The patriarch of the Lin tribe sitting nearest was taken aback, then looked sideways: "Training?"

A Jie nodded: "Yes, this is the way the Lord Warrior taught us to let the tribes fight each other and improve their combat experience."

The chiefs of the patriarchs looked at the fighting army with horror, and they felt even more terrifying when they saw that their moves were all fighting for their lives.

Good guy, wasting physical energy on training is a bit absurd. Didn't expect that the Frost Valley tribe even trains so hard?

This one is careless, and his life is in danger.

Look at that spear, it was clearly rushing to the heart, and avoiding it later, for fear that an extra corpse would emerge on the spot.

You are looking at that, you don't know, you thought they were mortal enemies, and they were rushing to the point.

Horror, horror, really horrible!

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