Yang Cheng and Xini Niu played around for a while, and suddenly felt the shadows of more than a dozen red people from the witchcraft power emanating from them.
The figure at the front is very tall and is a combination of two shapes.
Yang Cheng knew that it was Yanhu riding a long-tailed monkey.
But the figure behind him felt a little familiar to Yang Cheng, but not familiar at the same time?
"Yanhu brought someone else back this time, who will they be?"
Yang Cheng was confused.
At this time, the Niu Niu beside him also felt the figure not far away. It stopped playing and stood up from the ground. It said "moo" to the other side, and then its throat surged and it was ready to attack.
"Need not!"
Yang Cheng shook his head towards Xi Ni Niu.
The figures following Yanhu should be friends rather than enemies, otherwise Yanhu would not lead the way and bring them here.
Hongya and Mai heard the cry of the Niu Niu and noticed that the Niu Niu was on guard. They asked curiously: "Witch, what happened?"
Yang Cheng shook his head and said, "It's okay, Yan Hu is back."
"Yanhu is back, great!"
Hongya and the others were a little excited and looked in the direction Yang Cheng was facing. Sure enough, the grass and leaves in the woods over there were shaking.
Yanhu is a sixth-grade totem warrior who has also bound a long-tailed baboon and is now the strongest fighting force of the Qingque tribe.
Although no one was worried about his safety, his absence from Yang Cheng's side always made everyone worried about Wu's safety.
The grass blades in the forest swayed for a while.
Yanhu came out of it riding a long-tailed baboon.
Hongya immediately went up to say hello and said with a smile: "Hey, Yanhu, why did you come back just now? I've roasted the meat, just wait..."
Halfway through Hongya's words, he suddenly saw eleven more figures emerging from the woods behind Yanhu.
In an instant, Hongya stopped talking. He pointed at the people of the Vine Tribe behind Yanhu, opened his mouth wide, and asked in surprise: "Hey, aren't these people from the Vine Tribe? Yanhu, have you met someone from the Vine Tribe?"
"Hello, Red Fang Warrior."
Qiuye and Hongya nodded and said hello.
Then he crossed his hands on his chest, bowed towards Yang Cheng who was not far away, and said, "The shaman of the Qingque Tribe."
Qiuye saluted, and everyone in the Vine tribe behind her saluted together.
Even Hua Xuan curled her lips and bowed in a decent manner.
Yang Cheng's identity is different from theirs. Yang Cheng is a shaman. Even if he is a shaman from another tribe, as totem warriors, they must salute.
I saw Qiuye and others emerging from the grass in the forest.
Yang Cheng suddenly realized.
Yes, in this primitive forest, apart from their Qingque tribe, only the Teng tribe was also lost in the primitive forest.
"Akiba warriors, I'm glad to see you again."
Yang Cheng's eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he looked at Qiu Ye's beautiful face with a smile.
There is no lack of beauty in the world, it just lacks a pair of eyes to appreciate beauty.
Look at the beautiful scenery in front of you, the long legs, the curvy butt, and the rough waves that Yan Lin and Xing can't compare to...
Coupled with the fact that the animal skin clothes were scratched by branches and thorns in the primeval forest, the spring light exposed was quite like the tragic scenes in some comics...
Love it, love it.
"Wizard of the Qingque Tribe, I'm sorry. The Yanhu warriors told me that this is your bonded beast. I'm embarrassed to kill it."
Qiuye walked up to Yang Cheng with the body of the four-legged chicken and said sheepishly.
"fine."
Yang Cheng smiled and shook his head, "I'm a very generous person and won't blame you. Just pay ten bags of salt."
"..."
The joy in Qiuye's heart because she just saw Yang Cheng suddenly disappeared.
This guy has remained the same.
Yang Cheng asked: "By the way, Qiuye Warriors, what happened after your Vine Tribe separated from us? I think there seem to be fewer totem warriors in your tribe?"
Mentioning this matter, Qiuye's face dimmed and he said slowly: "After leaving with your Qingque tribe, we encountered a blood poisonous python..."
Yang Cheng and Qiu Ye were talking to the side.
Hua Xuan is not idle either, she is quietly counting the number of people in the Qingque tribe.
"One, two, three, four..."
Being able to become a witch from the Vine tribe has the talent of a witch. Hua Xuan's arithmetic level is naturally much better than that of ordinary tribesmen. She can count people clearly without twisting her fingers.
However, that's why.
After Hua Xuan finished counting the number of people in the Qingque tribe, she had doubts about her proud arithmetic skills for the first time.
Why are there so many people in the Qingque tribe?
Did I make a miscalculation?
Hua Xuan couldn't believe that the Qingque tribe had walked in this primeval forest full of dangers for several days, but no one was lost.
She twitched her cat ears and continued to count the number of people in the Qingque tribe.
"One, two, three, four..."
After counting, there were still eleven including Yang Cheng.
How can it be?
Hua Xuan was shocked. After being stunned for a while, she shook her head and said to herself: "No, I must have made a mistake."
Hua Xuan was unwilling to give in. This time she was no longer counting the number of people in the Qingque tribe in her mind.
Instead, he put down his dignity and started wrangling.
"One, two, three, four..."
Every time Hua Xuan counts a person, she carefully pulls her fingers down.
You can’t go wrong with this!
Then……
After she finished wrenching her fingers, she retracted all the fingers of both claws and made a fist.
"Hehehe, ten, that's what I said, I didn't make a mistake!"
Hua Xuan was very happy, but she felt something was wrong. She looked up at Yang Cheng who was talking to Qiu Ye, and patted her head, "Yes, forget about this guy."
"Including him, it's eleven, huh? How come this is the same as what I silently counted before?!"
Hua Xuan opened her mouth so wide that she could almost swallow an egg. She couldn't believe that the Qingque tribe didn't lose anyone!
In her expectation, the Vine Tribe lost four totem warriors in this primitive forest.
No matter how powerful the annoying guy not far away was, the number of totem warriors was smaller than that of her vine tribe, so he would only lose more in the primeval forest.
"No, that's not right." Hua Xuan frowned and doubted herself, "There must be a miscalculation somewhere."
At this time, Hua Xuan's eyes caught sight of the exiles gathered together in silence.
Hua Xuan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, count the number of exiles!
No matter how powerful this annoying guy is, he can prevent even one totem warrior from dying.
But that's not necessarily the case for the exiles. They are all ordinary tribesmen with no fighting ability. I don't believe there is one missing! "
Hua Xuan shrugged her nose and began to count the number of exiles from the Qingque tribe.
She couldn't believe that the Qingque tribe had been operating in this primitive forest for so many days without losing a single person!
