But if you don't beat him to death, that doesn't mean he can't be crippled.
Now, each of the three people from the Black Snake Tribe has injuries on their bodies, especially the sixth-grade totem warrior Snake Xiu, whose arm was directly broken.
Even though he is still a sixth-grade totem warrior with strong physical fitness, his combat effectiveness has dropped drastically due to the lack of an arm.
I'm afraid that after the other external injuries on his body are healed, the arm injury won't heal, and he won't even be able to defeat a more powerful ninth-grade totem warrior.
Snake Cultivator had obviously foreseen the outcome of his future. He looked at Yang Cheng and others with evil eyes, which made people feel chilled.
"Okay, you guys are awesome!"
Snake Xiu gritted his teeth and said: "That witch, don't you have the guts to tell me the name of your tribe?!"
After hearing what Snake Xiu said, before Yang Cheng could speak, Shi Li turned to Yang Cheng and said:
"Friends, I can't tell you the name of your tribe. After the exchange ceremony, the Black Snake Tribe will definitely attack your tribe!"
The totem warriors from the Mad Lion tribe behind Shili and the small tribe bullied by Snake Xiutian hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them:
"Yeah, friend, you can't tell him the name of your tribe."
"The Black Snake Tribe is an evil tribe, and he will definitely not let you go."
"The evil tribe is extremely hateful, not to mention that the Black Snake Tribe has fifth-grade totem warriors. Your tribe only has sixth-grade totem warriors, so it must be impossible to resist."
…
To be honest, some people in the Wild Lion Tribe now regretted helping Yang Cheng attack Snake Cultivator.
However, this trace of regret only appeared in my heart for a moment, and then was quickly forgotten.
Yang Cheng and Yan Hu are friends of their Crazy Lion Tribe. They help their friends to stand out. What regrets do they have?
The Snake Cultivator lying on the ground listened to the dissuasive words of the Shili people. Not to mention he was very proud, but he was also very anxious, for fear that Yang Cheng would take the dissuasive words into account and not tell which tribe they belonged to.
This makes it difficult for them to take revenge.
Because although the opening time of the trading ceremony is ten days, it does not say that it must be ten days before they can leave. If Yang Cheng and the others find a night to sneak away secretly, the Black Snake Tribe, whose totem power is sealed, will not be able to leave at all. Method.
"Hmph, are you scared? If you dare to hit us, why don't you have the ability to tell the name of your tribe?" Snake Xiu snorted coldly.
Such a crude "tactic to provoke generals" almost made Yang Cheng laugh out loud.
Not to mention him who traveled from the earth, even the witches from various tribes with a little bit of brains would not fall into the trap.
But for his own plan, the drama still has to go on with Snake Xiu.
Yang Cheng moved.
He pushed away the totem warriors who were constantly persuading him, took two steps forward, raised one hand high and clenched his fist.
"What's so scary! What's so scary about the evil tribe?
We can't be afraid of them just because they are strong. Isn't life meant to be bullied by powerful enemies?
Tribes need equality, mutual respect, and mutual love.
You are afraid, but I am not. So what about the evil tribes? They are just stronger. As long as we become stronger, we don’t have to be afraid of the evil tribes! ! "
Having said this, Yang Cheng put down his fists and walked up to the bruised Snake Cultivator, condescendingly.
"Aren't you going to ask me which tribe I belong to? I'll tell you now, listen carefully, the name of our tribe is--"
Yang Cheng was upright and awe-inspiring, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Hei, monkey, tribe, Luo!"
At this moment, Yang Cheng's figure seemed to be shrouded in holy light, which was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes when looking at it.
The scene fell into silence.
All the other tribesmen who were watching saw Yang Chengzheng Lingran, fearless, and solemnly announced the name of their tribe!
For a moment, he seemed to be moved by something, and the sense of justice in his heart towards the evil tribe was touched.
Everyone's eyes gradually lit up, and finally shined brightly.
I don’t know who shouted loudly first:
"Black Monkey Tribe!"
Then everyone shouted in unison:
"Black Monkey Tribe!"
"Black Monkey Tribe!"
"Black Monkey Tribe!"
…
The crowd’s voices were full and full of enthusiasm!
This is a bitter complaint of justice against evil!
The shouts turned into waves, soaring through the sky and sweeping through the entire exchange ceremony. Everyone stopped what they were doing, raised their heads and stepped on their feet to look this way.
They were endlessly curious, and at the same time they were infected by the unanimous shouts of the crowd. Each of them silently recited the name "Black Monkey Tribe" and remembered it deeply in their hearts.
Everyone was chanting the name of the "Black Monkey Tribe", and with each shout, the faces of the three snake cultivators became paler. By the end, the three people's faces had completely lost all color.
"Let's go!"
Snake cultivator glanced viciously at Yang Cheng, who was still in Zheng Lingran, and then said to the other two people behind him.
The three members of the Black Snake Tribe stood up with each other's support, and then staggered away amidst the sound of contempt from the crowd. Their backs were full of desolation, and even looked a little pitiful.
The figures of the three of them gradually left everyone's sight.
The onlookers cheered in unison, and everyone was dancing and excited as if they had won a battle!
Then one by one, they approached Yang Chenggong and accepted his sacred and righteous baptism.
Yang Cheng smiled and dismissed them one by one like a priest.
Before he could finish his thoughts, after the extremely excited crowd dispersed, Yang Changcheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.
I saw Shili's face full of excitement, and even his eyes were shining brightly. He looked at Yang Cheng with great enthusiasm.
Before Yang Cheng could say anything, Shili suddenly took a step back with a group of totem warriors from the Mad Lion Tribe, then crossed his arms and saluted Yang Cheng solemnly.
"The shaman of the Black Monkey Tribe!"
They shouted together.
Yang Cheng was shameless and accepted their salutes calmly.
Yanhu's embarrassed toes next to him were digging a hole in the ground!
What kind of witch from the Black Monkey Tribe?
Yang Cheng is obviously the shaman of their Qingque tribe!
Yanhu didn't have Yang Cheng's shamelessness. As an out-and-out primitive man, he couldn't imagine how he would explain to Shili and the others when they knew the truth.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
After receiving their solemn salutes, Yang Cheng hurriedly helped Shili up.
After Shi Li stood up, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Shaman of the Black Monkey Tribe, you are so powerful. It is because of the lack of tribes like you in the wilderness that evil tribes like the Black Snake Tribe appeared."
Having said this, Shili clenched his fist again and said excitedly: "No, as a friend of your Black Monkey Tribe, I can't let your tribe bear the anger from the Snake Xiu Tribe. I will catch up with the Black Snake Tribe now. Tell them that there is another tribe called the Wild Lion Tribe!”
