After a night of interrogation, I finally got some clues. Cheng Ling did not kill the man in black, but ordered Long Peng to knock him unconscious and imprison him temporarily.
Lan Feng said: "Boy, what are you going to do next?"
Cheng Ling said: "The purpose of those men in black must be clear. What treasures are there in the valley that they have traveled thousands of miles to come to? As for the Zhuifeng tribe, just wait for the competition tomorrow!"
Lan Feng was silent for a long time before saying: "From the bottom of my heart, I don't want you to leave, but obviously you are also concerned. If you need my help, just ask."
Cheng Ling was moved in his heart. The old man treated him very well, so he said: "It's not necessary yet. The Blue Mountain tribe is in its infancy. My idea is this. Xiong Tianling and Long Peng are both rare talents. As long as If we continue to follow the established strategy and train a powerful cavalry unit, coupled with the saddles and stirrups forged from the rear, the strength of the Blue Mountain tribe will be greatly improved in a short period of time."
"One more thing, please keep this in mind. The expansion of the Blue Mountain Tribe has reached its limit. The Wind Chaser Tribe is too big to swallow in one breath, and it will be coveted by other tribes. We need to digest it slowly. As long as we occupy the valley area, Let the tribes fight for the rest of the space."
Lan Feng nodded and said, "I understand!"
Cheng Ling taught him horseshoes and ways to enhance the cavalry's combat effectiveness before leaving.
He did not return to his tent, but came to the residence of the five women. Since the last appearance at the bonfire dinner, the five girls have followed his instructions and have not gone out. Now that the third game is about to begin, it's time to get ready.
Entering the tent, the five girls had not yet rested. Cheng Ling analyzed the situation of the past two days and finally said: "Tomorrow's third match is likely to be a chaos. By then, we must first control Sang Mo. Force him to reveal the whereabouts of the man in black, and we will follow him all the way, hoping to find the home of Wuying Tower."
The girls breathed a sigh of relief, and Chu Yulu said: "Finally, I don't have to stay in the tent all the time. I've been suffocating for the past two days!"
Cheng Ling laughed and said, "Second Senior Sister, if you go out in your current attire, you might as well hide in the tent. Those crazy bees and butterflies won't let you go easily."
Chu Yulu frowned, took off her fine clothes, exposed the long gown underneath, and said, "I don't care about them. If they make any more noise, I'll kill them with one sword."
All the girls burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was very lively. No matter what, after tracking for so long, we finally found traces of the man in black.
Cheng Ling told them a few more words to pay attention to their safety before leaving.
The next day, the Damu Plain was once again crowded with people. This was the last ultimate competition. The clan leaders of each tribe came to watch with their guards.
Cheng Ling, Xiong Tianling, and Long Peng slowly came to the rostrum together with Lan Feng. There was also a group of guards behind him, among whom five women stood out. It’s just that they are all wearing heroic battle armor, with only one face showing, and you really can’t tell without looking carefully.
Cheng Ling swept his eyes and felt that the atmosphere at the scene was much more solemn than before. The heads of each tribe made eye contact from time to time, and it was obvious that they had reached some kind of agreement. It was like a storm was about to come, and the whole building was full of storms.
After waiting for about half an hour, Sang Mo arrived belatedly accompanied by a group of protectors and Sang Mu. He walked up to the rostrum, glanced at the clan leaders below, and then nodded slightly to the guardian beside him, signaling that it was time to start.
The protector came out and said loudly: "Today is the final third competition. The winner will get the coveted reward. Now the protector announces the list of participants!"
"Sangtu and Sangmu of the Wind-Chasing Tribe..."
"The flying eagle tribe has a young eagle and a heroic eagle..."
"Liu Ying of the Shadowless Tribe."
"Cheng Ling of the Shayuan Tribe."
"Xiong Tianling and Long Peng of the Blue Mountain Tribe."
"..."
As the old man announced, each contestant walked out of their respective seats and stood in front of the podium.
Cheng Ling silently calculated that the Zhuifeng tribe still had the largest number of people, with more than a hundred people, and the other tribes combined totaled less than a hundred people.
What made him happiest was finally meeting the woman in white. As he learned from the previous interrogation, the two did not leave, but continued to participate in the third competition, and they belonged to the Shadowless Tribe.
This time, he observed more carefully. He always felt that the figure of the woman in white was very familiar, and he must find out her identity.
There are very few people in the Shadowless Tribe, only the woman in white and the middle-aged man next to her. Being watched by Cheng Ling, the two of them suddenly felt something and both looked over.
The woman in white trembled when she saw Cheng Ling, and she was about to rush over as soon as her steps moved, but the middle-aged man beside her moved his hands and grabbed her tightly, preventing her from moving at all.
Unfortunately, Cheng Ling kept thinking about the figure of the woman in white and didn't notice it for a while.
Soon, the list of contestants was announced, and the old man said: "The rules of the third competition are very simple. Someone will send you a bucket of lottery tickets later. You will draw lots in turn. Those with the same numbers will be your opponents."
"In the competition, everyone relies on their own methods. The winner will be promoted and the loser will be eliminated. It doesn't matter life or death!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar. One of the clan leaders shouted: "The Damu Festival is just a discussion and exchange between tribes, so why should we divide life and death!"
Without waiting for the protector to speak, Sang Mo said coldly: "Those who are afraid of death can admit defeat, and naturally no one will force them!"
He had long disliked these tribes and usually groveled. After meeting the five Chu Yulu girls, several competitions kept disrupting his plans. Later, they formed a vague alliance to compete with the Zhui Feng tribe.
Do you really think that together you have the strength to challenge the leader of this clan? It is simply a fantasy. Those five beauties must be mine, Sang Mo. I'm just giving you a lesson. If you don't obey me, don't blame yourself for being cruel!
The faces of the clan leaders changed, and they were openly preparing to show off their faces. Damn it, this old boy is really arbitrary, we must take him down today!
Everyone is making plans in their minds and working hard secretly. On the other side, the draw for the contestants has also ended.
The protector shouted again: "The competition begins, the first one is Sang from the Wind Chasing Tribe and Hu Pingyang from the Tiger Roaring Tribe."
As soon as the words fell, the two contestants jumped into the field, saluted each other, and started fighting.
Sang He used a scimitar, while Hu Pingyang used a long stick. Both of them were in the realm of three-line talisman masters, and they were inseparable for a while. Just gradually, Sang He gradually narrowed the time distance between the two, and used a machete to hit Hu Pingyang three inches in front of him.
Hu Pingyang secretly screamed badly. At such a distance, his long stick could not exert its power at all and fell into a completely passive state. Before it was time for a cup of tea, his legs were struck continuously by a machete and he fell down.
"Hu'er!" The leader of the Huxiao tribe screamed, and hurriedly ordered the guards behind him to come forward and carry Hu Pingyang back. A closer look revealed that the veins in both legs had been severed, and it would be difficult to recover without excellent medicinal materials.
He glared at Sang He fiercely, and said coldly: "The leader of this clan will remember this."
Sang Mo smiled slightly and said calmly: "Brother Tiger, there will inevitably be injuries in the martial arts competition, why do you need to show off your power to the younger generation!"
Senhan's murderous intent flashed in his eyes and he stopped talking.
The protector announced: "In this battle, Sang He wins! The next battle is between Sang Kun of the Zhuifeng Tribe and Li Quan of the Quanlin Tribe!"
The two of them started fighting one after another, but this time Li Quan's fighting power was obviously higher than Sang Kun's. After fighting for a quarter of an hour, Sang Kun was defeated with a punch and a kick, spurting out a shower of blood.
All the tribesmen cheered in unison and stepped forward to congratulate the Linquan tribe.
Sang Mo's face was gloomy and he winked at the old protector. The latter seemed to realize something and announced: "The next match will be between Sanjie of the Wind Chaser tribe and Young Eagle of the Flying Eagle tribe!"
Soon, a tall and strong man walked out from behind Sang Mo and jumped into the field. Because of his huge size, when he landed, the whole ground seemed to be shaking!
Young Master Ying's expression changed, and such power gave him a hint of fear. But facing so many tribal leaders, I couldn't say anything timid.
The leader of the Flying Eagle Tribe sighed secretly, came to his ear and whispered softly: "Ying'er, you have to be careful. Go up and respond with a few moves before you admit defeat."
Young Master Ying suddenly became more courageous and no longer afraid. Shi Shiran came to the field and said, "Please give me some advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sanjie took a step forward and attacked Young Master Ying's chest with both fists. He is extremely fast, and Ying Shao is not as good as him, let alone a sudden attack, it is impossible to withstand it.
Everyone just heard a "click" sound. Young Ying looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He flew back several feet in the air and hit the ground hard. He was dead before his eyes!
"Eagle!" The Feiying clan leader screamed, and rushed over to check his breathing, which was already quite weak. His eyes were blood red, he looked up at Sang Mo and said, "I already asked him to admit defeat as soon as possible, why do you still want to do this?"
"Hmph! If you are not as good as others, who can blame you!" Sang Mo said in a cold voice without caring at all.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The leader of the Feiying clan couldn't bear it anymore and said "good" three times in a row. Then he waved his hand and there was a "Cang Cang" sound. Many guards behind him took out their weapons and pointed at the people on the rostrum. Sang Mo and others will attack immediately with just one order!
Sang Mo's expression changed and he said, "Chief Feiying, what do you want? Even your small Feiying tribe dares to run wild here!"
"Bah! Old man, what if we are included in the Tiger Roar Tribe?" The leader of the Tiger Roar Tribe shouted loudly, and the guards behind him also took out their weapons.
"And my Dongsheng tribe!"
"The Raptor Tribe!"
"Mingyue Tribe!"
"..."
Each tribe came out in response, all pointing to Sang Mo on the rostrum.
Sang Mo's face stiffened and he yelled angrily: "Rebellion, you all have rebelled! Sang Tu, Sang Mu, immediately mobilize the warriors from the guard camp to fight!"
Sang Mu agreed and turned around quickly! But after taking a few steps, several strong men suddenly rushed out from behind Sangtu and surrounded him!
Sang Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Sang Tu with murderous eyes and said, "Nie Zi, you colluded with outsiders and dared to fight me!"
Sangtu said coldly: "Father, you are too arrogant and have offended the public. They are all friends of my Zhuifeng Tribe. How can they be at each other's throats? Why don't you pass on the position of clan leader to your children? Things will be settled here." All right!"
