Not only the Yanhu totem warriors, but everyone stepped forward to test the weapons in their hands with the bodies of the fifth-grade totem warriors. Even the Lion and Tieniu next to them also tested the weapons in their hands.
The results were mixed, but most of the new weapons exchanged were still up to standard. When Yang Cheng said that the unqualified weapons could be exchanged for ferocious beast meat, everyone smiled happily.
But what makes Yang Cheng more concerned is the situation of the people in the Black Snake Tribe.
At first they screamed in pain, then the sound gradually disappeared, and in the end it was completely gone.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng asked everyone to stop quickly and go to see their situation.
Fortunately, the snakeheads and others only fainted from pain. Although they were disabled, no one died.
It seems that everyone in the tribe present knows that it is okay to beat people, but not to kill them.
Seeing the unconscious Snakehead and the others, Yanhu asked Yang Cheng what to do.
Yang Cheng waved his hand, still looking righteous and awe-inspiring, and said to let the Black Snake tribe go and let them live on their own and stop doing anything harmful to nature, etc., and then asked everyone to drag the seriously injured Snakehead and the others back to their big rock.
He wanted to kill all the people in the Black Snake Tribe.
But this was an exchange ceremony, and it was in front of all the tribes, so the impact was too bad.
Many tribes once again lamented Yang Cheng's generosity and admired him endlessly.
…
Hearing the screams of pain in the distance, the three snake cultivators who were behind the big rock immediately became excited, thinking that the snakehead and the others had succeeded.
However, what was waiting for him was not the injured Yang Cheng, but Snake Head, the strongest fifth-grade totem warrior of their Black Snake tribe, and he still looked seriously injured.
His right leg was dragging weakly on the ground, and it looked like it was broken.
"W-what's going on?" Snake cultivator was shocked and angry.
"Can't you understand? His legs have been broken!"
Yanhu threw the unconscious snake head in front of the snake cultivator like a dead dog, and then condescendingly told the snake cultivator Yang Cheng's words: "You, the Black Snake Tribe, will be smarter in your tactics in the future. When you see our black monkeys, The tribe had better go around, otherwise I’ll beat you every time I see you!”
After saying that, Yanhu said to Shili and the others: "Let's go back!"
"you……"
Although Snake Cultivator didn't understand what "showing brighter moves" meant, he could tell that it was not a good thing.
He watched Yanhu and the others swagger away, clenched his fists, and growled: "Black Monkey Tribe!"
The voice was full of anger and unwillingness.
"Ahem."
At this time, the snakehead coughed twice and woke up from coma.
"Snakehead!"
The snake cultivator hurried forward and used his unbroken left hand to hold up the snake's head.
"Ah - my legs, my legs!"
The snakehead opened his eyes, and then felt the broken thigh, and couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.
His cry of pain startled several totem warriors who were in a coma. Then they felt the injuries on their bodies and they screamed in the same way.
For a time, screams came one after another.
"Snakehead, what should we do now?"
Seeing this, Snake Cultivator was anxious and at a loss.
"Let's go back quickly and find the witch. He has that witchcraft that can save us!"
Wu She twisted her face in pain and said quickly.
"Yes, why didn't I think of that witchcraft!"
Snake Xiu's eyes were bright, and he immediately knelt down and carried the snake head on his back, "Snake head, I will carry you while we go find the witch. After we are done, we will come to trouble the Black Monkey Tribe!"
After he carried the snake's head on his back, he asked the other two who were more seriously injured to wake everyone up, and each of them helped them walk outside the exchange ceremony.
They didn't want the things behind the big rocks. They were so anxious and filled with hatred that they just wanted to go back to the tribe immediately and seek treatment from witches. Moreover, their injuries were too serious and they couldn't lift these things.
"Black Monkey Tribe...how dare you tell me the name of the tribe..."
The face of the snake head lying on the back of Snake Xiu became even more sinister as it twisted in pain, "Just wait, we will come to find you when we are healed!"
Each member of the Black Snake Tribe was injured and walked out for a minute while supporting each other.
In their place, Redfang and Mai appeared.
Seeing that they left a lot of things that they couldn't take away, Hongya laughed loudly: "Haha, the wizard has guessed that the Black Snake Tribe will not stay longer at the exchange ceremony, and they will not take away the things, haha, there are so many Everything belongs to us!"
Mai Ze hurriedly glared at him, looked around to confirm the other tribes, and then laughed softly: "Okay, don't laugh so loudly, let others find out that we are taking things left by the Black Snake Tribe, that would be bad After all, we are the righteous black monkey tribe!"
After saying that, Mai started to laugh by himself, and Hongya followed him and kept laughing.
After staying with Yang Cheng for so long, the totem warriors of the Qingque tribe have long been influenced by Yang Cheng and have become a bit bad.
The two of them laughed for a while, then quickly started to collect all the things behind the big rocks, hugged them with big animal skins, and hid them in the nearby woods.
It's impossible to take it back directly now. The tribes from the exchange ceremony are still there, and they have to wait until night to take it back.
…
In front of the big rock of the Qingque tribe, every tribe was excited.
Before the exchange ceremony, many tribes were more or less attacked by the Black Snake Tribe. Even if they were not attacked, they still had feelings for the tribes that were attacked.
Now they all started to teach the Black Snake Tribe a lesson, and Yang Cheng said that the Black Monkey Tribe was standing up for them, and every tribe felt extremely happy - it felt so good to beat people without getting into trouble!
But there are also several tribes who feel it is very difficult.
Just like the current Iron Bull of the Iron Horn tribe, the two-meter tall man squatted in front of the broken pottery pot like a child with a broken toy, crying and extremely sad.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... This is a sacred weapon. It was broken into pieces by those nasty guys from the Black Snake Tribe!"
Tieniu's voice was loud, which suddenly attracted the attention of the excited people.
Then they saw the fragments of the pottery pot on the ground, and they were also heartbroken. Some tribesmen just felt that they had struck too hard, and they suddenly became angry and wanted to go back and beat the Black Snake tribe members again.
Even Hua Xuan and Qiu Ye resented the Black Snake Tribe. A clay pot was a witchcraft!
Tieniu's tears and everyone's indignation were seen in Yang Cheng's eyes. He couldn't help but touch his nose and kicked the small wooden stick on the ground into the shadow of the big rock.
