The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

It took a long time for Shi Yu to dig out the spirit tree from the ground. It took so long to not damage the roots of the spirit tree.

But after all, he is not a member of the Baicao Temple and Sinong Temple in the clan. After one party has picked up his hand, he will inevitably cause some damage to the roots.

Then he took water and mud from the secluded pool in the distance, wrapped the roots of the spirit tree, and tied the black monkey on his shoulders with vines, and then picked up the spirit tree and returned to the tribe.

When he returned to the Tribe Hall, Shi Yu found that someone was waiting for him.

"I have seen Deacon Xushan."

Outside the archway of the Palace of People, Niu Jun and Xushan watched Shi Yu, who was carrying the spirit tree and the fierce beast, returned, and suddenly smiled. They both wanted to go out to find them in person.

Xushan is one of the five deacons in the outer hall of the human hall, assisting the elder Bai, the head of the outer hall, to deal with the trivial matters of the human hall.

"Shi Yu is back."

Feeling the breath overflowing from Shi Yu's body, Xushan's eyes were surprised. This was not like the breath of being promoted to the Open Mountain realm. How could it feel that it still brought him a trace of pressure.

Then, Xushan pointed to Niu Jun and said, "This is the Niu Deacon of the Clan Affairs Hall, who is here specifically for you."

"for me?"

Shi Yu was stunned. He had just been promoted to the Open Mountain Realm, and the clan already knew about it.

"Shi Yu, bone age eighteen, promoted to the open mountain realm, your talent level once again increased to the first class, you can wear a three-purple cyan jade plate, ordered by the elder of the clan service hall, give you three vitality pills, the clan gathers spirit Qualification for the three-day Array Spirit Eye cultivation.

With that said, Niu Jun smiled and drew out a cyan jade plate from his arms, three copper sticks with the mark of the Hall of Family Affairs, and a small exquisite animal skin bag. The bag was filled with breath. Dan.

Shengxi Pill is a witch medicine specially made by the clan for the martial artists of the Open Mountain Realm. It is an upgraded version of Bixue San. It only requires 21 kinds of herbs. I wish the wizards of the temple every year. The number of Cheng Dan that came out was only three hundred.

Fortunately, as the herbs in the clan medicine field have grown, the herbs needed by the Shengxi Pill will gradually be improved. I hope that one day the Shengxi Pill can become a standard resource for the cultivation of any mountain-opening martial artist in the clan.

Shi Yu put down the spirit tree and fierce beast in his hand, took the things handed over by Deacon Niu, and immediately reacted, and said hurriedly, "Thank you Deacon Niu."

"Cultivate hard, the future of the tribe depends on you, we are all old."

Niu Jun waved his hand, without receiving Shi Yu's gift, the young man in front of him was less than twenty, his strength was already comparable to him, and the future was boundless.

As the deacon of the Clan Affairs Hall, he understands better than ordinary clansmen how much the patriarch attaches importance to the cultivation of the next generation in the clan.

"The three bronze sticks are your credentials to practice in the eyes of the spirit, and one bronze stick can be used for one day of cultivation."

As the deacon of the Clan Affairs Hall, Niu Jun looks like five big and three thick, but in fact he is very sleek, then he clapped his hands and said: "You have forgotten what you said and said, brother Shi Yu, hurry up and imprint the new identity jade card, the old one. I want to bring the jade card back to the clan service hall to re-refine it."

Soon, Shi Yu shed his blood again to recognize the master, and handed over the original black jade medal to Niu Jun.

"Old Xu, I have to return to the Clan Affairs Hall to return to life."

Niu Jun went away, and in front of the gate of Rendian Mountain, Xushan and Shiyu were left.

"The elder already knows about your promotion to the Open Mountain Realm. Let's go, Elder Feng and Elder Bai are waiting for you."

Xushan looked at the spirit tree and the semi-pure-blooded black monkey in front of Shi Yu, and then said, “If you don’t need these things, you can send them to the Hall of Martial Arts. They will be converted into martial arts in the future. Exchange some cultivation resources."

With envy in his eyes, Xushan shook his head and said with emotion: "If the old man is a few decades younger, it will be fine."

Hearing the emotion of Deacon Xushan, Shi Yu who followed behind her, her low cheeks couldn't help but turn red, and she felt a touch of shame in her heart. He knew how much resources the clan had consumed over the years to train him, and he still had trouble in the valley. It really shouldn't be the plan to take the Spirit Fruit Tree as one's own.

Under the guidance of Xushan, Shi Yu came to a stone hall, and old man Feng and old man looked at the little guy who walked into the stone hall.

Without the slightest accident, the old white man who took the purple blood fruit failed his promotion.

The imprisonment in the bloodline appeared again.

But this time it was not without other discoveries. He was cursed by someone. To be precise, it was not him, but his ancestor. The curse came from blood.

"Shi Yu has seen Elder Feng and Elder Bai."

Seeing Shi Yu standing in front of him respectfully saluting, the two old men nodded slightly.

The cohesion of a tribe must be grasped from the baby. At this time, the aspiration is the easiest to shape, and the clan attaches great importance to the human palace.

"In the middle of the Open Mountain Realm, it seems that the little guy has a good chance."

Just a glance, old man Feng could see the changes in Shi Yu's body.

"But with such a breakthrough, the blood qi in the body is unstable. In the eyes of Qu Ling, I will practice for a few days, stabilize the cultivation base, and the foundation will be stabilized, so that we can improve better."

"Yes."

"The Clan Affairs Hall has given you a reward. Elder Bai and I have decided that the spiritual eyes of our People Hall will also be open to you for three days of cultivation."

"what"

To Shi Yu’s surprise, the old man Feng groaned softly, “You deserve it. The patriarch has the ability to let those who have the ability to enter, but you must not slack off.

Did you know that our tribe's spirit gathering array has a total of twelve mouths, and our palace is divided into three.

Of the remaining nine people, three are for cultivation by other people in the clan, and the remaining six go to the elders of the halls to practice in turn. The elders of the clan service hall have given you three additional days of cultivation qualifications, so you must practice hard."

"Yes, Shi Yu remembers the teachings."

"Since you have been promoted to the Open Mountain Realm, you are already qualified to enter the inner hall of the human hall, and you will be a disciple of the inner hall of the human hall from today."

With that, the old man Feng pointed to the wooden box on the stone case, and Shi Yu boldly stepped forward to open it.

Inside the wooden box is a cyan animal robe, with gold beast patterns sewn on the corners, and a tribal totem imprint on the chest.

Obviously this beast robe is specially made, and the looming witch pattern can be seen on the surface. He once saw a tribe member pass through in the human hall. The tribe member was very young, but his momentum made him feel powerless to resist. feel.

In addition, there is a glowing witch sword, three feet long, with a dragon beast head depicted on the hilt.

"this is"

At this glance, Shi Yu fell in love with the witch sword and green robe in front of him.

"Shi Yu, let me ask you?"

At this time, Shi Yu only felt a roar from his ear.

"What if the tribe encounters a strong enemy!"

"Protect the clan with the sword!"

After that, Shi Yu grabbed the Cyan Light Witch Sword in the wooden box, and the sword came out of its sheath and the cold light splashed.

"Remember what you said today."

When Shi Yu left, peace was restored in the stone hall, and Old Man Feng looked at Old Man Bai.

The curse on the old man came from his race of the same blood, and even Qiaoer felt very tricky for a while. The old man’s ancestors did not know which generation had offended people, was cursed by others, and passed on from generation to generation.

"Nine."

The white old man who came back to his senses groaned softly, Shi Yu was the ninth person who was promoted to the Open Mountain Stage before the age of twenty-five, and he was younger.

"This little guy has a good chance."

The old man Feng also nodded. He sensed that Shi Yu's spiritual meaning was not completely cleared. During the practice, luck is also very important. Often the martial artist has a chance to break the shackles of talent.

"By the way, what is the mission hall ordered by the patriarch, we have never heard of it, do you know Lao Bai."

The old man shook his head. He walked north and south, and he never heard what the mission hall was. But listening to the words left by the patriarch meant it was not like a newly established tribe hall, otherwise it would overlap with the clan affairs hall?

For a while, the two elders couldn't help shaking their heads, and they didn't really figure out what this mission hall was doing.

...

On the other side, after Shi Yu withdrew from the stone hall, his heart was still agitated.

He has been in the tribe for as long as he can remember, and then he entered the Temple of Humans to practice, stepping through the martial arts to build a foundation, and become a totem warrior.

We must know that many people in the Human Palace, or entered the clan soldiers, or joined the various tribes, began to contribute to the development of the tribe.

And because of his talent is still in the ascendant stage, he has not reached the peak of his strength improvement, and he is still cultivating in the Human Palace, and the clan has spared no effort to provide training resources.

He held the wooden box, and Deacon Xushan sent someone to tell him that the spirit fruit tree and the black monkey beast had been sent to his stone house, and he returned to his stone house.

Previously possessed the cultivation base of the Stonebreaking Realm, he lived in a small stone house in the Human Palace, and he could often return to his home in his tribe to have a look at it. After he was promoted to the Stonebreaking Realm, the Human Palace was not very restricted.

In the stone house, looking at the green robe, witch sword, and witch medicine in the wooden box, Shi Yu was a little dazed. For a while, the scenes of cultivation over the years kept flashing in his mind.

In front of him, there were the identity jade badge, the green robe and witch sword representing the identity of the disciple of the inner temple, and the identity bronze badge that entered the eyes of the spirit.

After a long time, after sorting out his thoughts, he took off the tattered beast robe on his body, cleaned it briefly, and put on the blue robe representing the disciple of the inner temple.

Cut off a good skin of the black monkey and fierce beast, clear the blood stains in the water, and simply wrapped the witch sword on his shoulders, carrying the spirit fruit tree and the bones of the fierce beast, and walked towards the Hall of War.

The Hall of War Kungfu is also under the Tianlu Mountain. Compared with other ministries and palaces, the Hall of War Kungfu has only a thirty-foot hall, plus two side halls.

Now the Hall of Battle Martial Arts Hall Master Wu has gone to rest in his old age with peace of mind, and is temporarily in charge of the deacon Feng Ling. Besides, now that there is a Tiange, the presence or absence of Old Wu is not a big problem.

Feng Ling was a good seedling found by the old man in the witch hall. At the same age as Qiao'er, he had already cultivated to the peak of the sorcerer. Of course, it was incomparable with Qiao'er. After all, there was only one high priest in the entire tribe.

The talents are similar to each other, but too much difference is the gap, no comparison, Feng Ling is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has cultivated to the peak of a sorcerer.

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