The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"Back then, the high priest of my Jiao human race approached the sitting, and used the last true life as a sacrifice to the little girl. Someone will step on the colorful water and fall into the water. This person will be the little girl's husband-in-law."

"Hmm~"

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo was taken aback, this is also...successful?

Fat brother is driving colorful clouds?

Then, he automatically filled his mind for a while, how big the colorful auspicious clouds were to cover the big face, the plate and the fat body.

Don't crush Xiangyun.

Distressed Xiangyun.

After turning around, Lord Linghu Shui came to the door, feeling like this.

The co-author is not that Fat Brother has kidnapped the princess of the Jiao Human Race, but the Jiao Human Race wants to catch Fat Brother as the dragon son-in-law.

Obediently, scream, Jiao's son-in-law.

Feeling Linghu Shuijun is here to pull the future uncle.

But then again, where is the fat brother broken.

With a husband-in-law of Jiao Terran princess, there is more than enough.

In addition, the dying high priest of the Jiao Human Race is not simple. Only a few people have flowed from outside the territory in the entire frontier. The family and blood of the fat brother are definitely the best.

This guy, the hexagram is really accurate.

The point is, Fat Brother is happy not.

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo took advantage of the effort of serving the wine, and looked at each other with the old Shenhou, and then the old Shenhou said: "Shuijun, this girl Ling'er..."

Having said that, the old god Hou paused, hesitated for a moment, and said again: "The so-called ten thousand miles of marriage is tied together, and the beautiful couple is born. Why do you need to worry about it? Does Shui Jun still not believe in the high priest of the clan."

"Naturally believe it."

Linghu Shuijun nodded. If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't be so far from the northeast to the northwest.

"Just such a girl, I have raised four thousand years, what..."

"Puff~"

In an instant, both the old god Hou and Linghu Shuijun looked at Xia Tuo.

"Ahem~~"

Xia Tuo choked with a sip of wine, took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "That~ it's rude and rude."

What a breakdown in mentality.

It is only three thousand years of life span after exhausting cultivation to the realm.

Adults are only four thousand years old.

that's nice.

The jealous eyes were red.

Of course, not all Jiao people are like Linghu Shuijun and his daughter. It depends on their strength and bloodline. Ordinary Jiao people live for two to three thousand years.

Only two to three thousand years.

Click!

The mentality collapsed again.

"Ling'er has just grown up, I, a dad, can't stay with her forever."

For a time, Xia Tuo had some questions in his mind.

Fat brother can do it?

It's no wonder that the old Shenhou just got stuck in talking, and his emotional mentality collapsed.

"Mr. Shui, with you, can Ling'er still suffer?"

At this time, the old god Hou spoke, preparing to circumvent this sad topic.

"Naturally, if the fat guy dared to bully my Linger, I would lighten the sky lantern with his fat body."

...

Ling Palace.

"Sneez~"

"Sneez~~~"

"Ahee~~Ahee~~~"

In the empty spiritual garden, the fat brother sat cross-legged in the stone pavilion with a look of apathetic spirit. The colorful pure sun treasure tree was left outside the stone pavilion and fell to the ground at will without even planting.

"Sneez~"

"Um~~"

For a moment, his whole body was chilled, and then the fat brother looked around, who was cursing him.

It's over.

He is definitely poisoned.

This can be done.

Didn't it just fall into the Juze accidentally? Why did a man shouting his husband appeared.

But let alone, it's really lovely.

Big eyes are watery.

The fat brother sitting cross-legged on the edge of Lingjing, with his hands propped on his chin, his small eyes narrowed, a little confused.

"Hmm~"

For an unknown period of time, the fat brother suddenly returned to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

He is definitely poisoned.

What are you thinking about?

The Fat Master's journey is a barren earth and starry sky. He is going to go back one day, stomping heavily on the old stubborn and rotten faces at home, and stepping on their faces into the pit.

Work.

Yes, work.

Planting trees.

...

"What does Shui Jun think about the border shortage situation?"

"What does Daxia Clan Master think of my Jiao Clan?"

Xia Tuo spoke, but he didn't expect to be questioned by Linghu Shuijun.

This question, in fact, his thinking is not narrow, the human race is inclusive of all rivers, and blood is just a basis.

Some people don't do human affairs in human skin, practice magic skills, and use human races as blood sacrifices to satisfy their martial arts road. What is the difference between such a person and a monster.

Therefore, the human race is not only to look at blood, but also to see whether there is human heart, whether there is humanity, every thought becomes a demon.

What Linghu Shuijun has done over the years has sheltered countless human races in the Northeast Frontier Region, which is of great merit to the frontier race.

The same is true for the old gods.

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sp; "The Jiao people are also human."

Xia Tuo opened his mouth, and then said: "Since the Daqi King's family came ten thousand years ago, the Linghu Giant Zejiao people have been in the same line and protected the human race to multiply and thrive. It is a great achievement."

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo's words paused, the alcohol on his body was swept away, and a general trend rose.

"My Daxia has been adhering to the northern air luck, gathering hundreds of millions of people to manifest their clan luck, this credit will not be forgotten."

Xia Tuo spoke very loudly, affirming the merits of the Jiao Human Race over the years, and even boasted to remember the merits, let Linghu Shuijun's eyes fall on him.

For a moment, Linghu Shuijun's eyes were shining, and a blue divine light appeared in his pupils. He stared at Xia Tuo, and there was a vague dragon roar.

At this moment, Xia Tuo's expression remained unchanged, letting Linghu Shuijun look directly.

Now that Da Xia has embarked on the road of Hou Bu, he has the qualifications and the confidence to speak out, bordering the wilderness in the north, Da Xia is respected.

The general trend of luck in the border and desert north will be collected in the Daxia clan.

He has this confidence.

To unify the north, all the government decrees came out of the Daxia clan to transport herdsmen on behalf of the sky.

Phoo~

Looking at Xia Tuo quietly, after a few breaths, Linghu Shuijun's aura eased first, and he let out a long sigh of relief, a trace of depression appeared on the face of the gods like jade, and the vicissitudes of life appeared in his eyes.

He is really old.

Regarding the martial arts realm and the years of cultivation, the young man in front of him can't even compare his fraction.

But the general trend is really unstoppable.

The Daxia Clan will be in harmony with the northerners' luck.

As the clan leader of the Jiao Human Race, he was also young. In his youth, who would not have rampant ideas, but conditions did not allow.

It is much more difficult for the Jiao people to breed offspring than the Humans. There are few people, and ordinary people can't live on land for too long, even if they have a long life.

The number of tribesmen is a shortcoming, and the inherent conditions are too restrictive. The Jiao tribe has a long life, but it does not mean that they cannot be killed or are afraid of swords.

The Jiao Ren is not a real dragon, and can fight the world with an individual alone. There is no such high bloodline, and if he wants to play flowers and livelihoods, he will only end up with the dead.

Under this circumstance, it is not to be seen in dragon race groups such as the Jiao tribe, and can only rely on the other half of the human race in the bloodline.

He did not feel rejection from Xia Tuo. This is good news. If a Hou tribe with rising luck does not like the Jiao Terran, it will be a big trouble for the Jiao Terran, and it will even cause war and blood stains. Juze.

Human races can fill in endlessly, but there is one less death of Jiao Human race. Once the war starts, the speed of reproduction is definitely not as fast as the speed of death.

"Mr Shui has been sitting in the northeast land for these years, facing offensive and defensive with Tianhou Mountain and the Yinglu tribe, and carrying the demon clan together. Without Shui ruler, the situation of border famine could not be like this.

At this time, the old Shenhou spoke, and only he knew the hardship that had been supporting the Northwest.

In the same way, the Jiao Humans can ignore the human tribes around Juze and take care of themselves.

Then, Xia Tuo's momentum faded away, and Linghu Shui Jun gave him a good feeling. He was similar to the old Shenhou. He was an elder, so he would naturally not be domineering.

"Mr. Shui, it is the general trend for our clan to unify the north."

Xia Tuo spoke with a calm tone and did not show an aggressive state of affairs.

What Linghu Shuijun has done over the years can be seen as a very enlightened person, with his own gully in his belly, and he has a strong control over the overall situation. Does Linghu Shuijun have no ambitions?

He didn't think so.

It was because the ethnic group could not support the ambition of Linghu Shuijun, so they completely hid their ambition.

In fact, with the strength of the Jiao Terran tribe, there is no problem in occupying the border and northeast regions. You can even establish a number of human puppet tribes and become vassals of the Jiao family. .

"Where are you going to put my Jiao Terran?"

Looking at Xia Tuo, Lord Linghu Shui asked.

"Juze has always belonged to the Jiao people, except that the land system may change, everything else remains the same as before."

"The Jiao Terran can also serve in my Daxia Clan, and I will treat it the same as everyone else, grant the rank of air luck, and carry the air luck of the human race."

"it is good."

With this result, Linghu Shuijun was still satisfied. He took a long sigh of relief and said again: "After ten thousand years, I can finally relax."

"Shuijun's merits, when my Daxia truly sacrifices to the sky, and announces that the Quartet is the Hou Tribe, after the Qiyun advances, Xia will definitely bring the human race to come, this is Shuijun."

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo looked at the old god, and said: "There is also the credit that the old gods deserve."

Although Linghu Shuijun didn't say much, there is no doubt that the following Daxia forces will enter the northern and northeastern regions, and it will be unimpeded.

Although Linghu Shuijun did not clearly indicate the relationship between the Jiao Clan and the Daxia Clan, he still had the same attitude at this moment, and Xia Tuo didn't care about it.

The Linghu Shui Monarch has a great contribution to guarding the human tribes along the coast of Juze. Once Daxia unified the Northland and gathered the luck of all peoples, all the causes and effects will converge on Daxia. The merits of the Jiao people, the luck of the people Will never forget.

As for the relationship between the Jiao Clan and the Daxia Clan, why rush for a while, wait for a while, wait for hundreds of thousands of years, and then look at it?

At this moment, the conversation is very happy, seeking common ground while reserving differences, why bother with this matter.

Reached a consensus with the Jiao people, who occupied half of the waters in the northeastern region. For Daxia's control of the border and wasteland, it definitely cleared a big obstacle.

"By the way, is Shui Jun familiar with Wufeng Dongtian?"

There are a total of six sacred places in the border and wasteland. In addition to the three in the northwest, there is also one in the northeast, which is the bloodline of Wufeng, a descendant of the Phoenix.

Black phoenix feathers all over the body, it is rumored that the descendants of the phoenix stepped into the nether world to reincarnate bloodline, but the real bloodline of Wufeng has long been cut off.