Jia Chao, who lives in the ring mountain, finally knows about the changes in Baimu Grassland.
He stood in the air with a livid face, hiding himself in a black cloud.
No one discovered his existence.
He looked curiously at the people who were pouring into the Brownstone Mountains from all directions, and he was full of doubts.
What on earth are the guys from the Spirit Beast Tribe doing?
What are the people of the Shenhuo Cult doing?
How to feed so many people?
Before he could figure it all out, a violent pressure swept over from the west.
Immediately afterwards, a group of powerful gray-scale war gods came to the outskirts of Brownstone Mountain.
Since the area ten miles outside Brownstone Mountain is the Forbidden Spirit Realm, these people did not enter it.
A rough and arrogant man about two meters tall stood on the edge of the Forbidden Spirit Realm and shouted in the direction of the Brownstone Mountain:
"The Honest Elder of the Senluo Presbyterian Church is here, and I would like to invite Achao, the chief of the Yanshi Tribe, to come and meet you!"
This thunderous roar of a lion was carried in the direction of Brownstone Mountain with overwhelming power.
Those who have entered the realm of forbidden spirits are fine, but they feel that the sound is a bit louder.
But those who were still outside the forbidden spirit realm suffered a disaster, and were knocked unconscious by this roar!
Many people were shocked to the point of bleeding from the mouth and nose, especially women and children.
When Jia Chao saw this, he felt very unhappy and did not show up immediately.
After a long time, Rabbit Dalang led Sang Xian and his party from Brownstone Village to the foot of the mountain.
Dalang asked Sang Xian to lead people to treat those injured by the rough man, and it came to the group of gray-scale war gods single-handedly.
The rough and arrogant man saw that the visitor was just a rabbit in human form, and he took a few steps to come to Dalang with great disdain.
"Hey! Rabbit! Let your bestiality war god come out to meet you!"
Seeing this man being too big, Dalang took out the hatchet he had fastened on his waist and slashed at the man without saying a word.
When the man saw that the hatchet in his hand was an iron weapon, he suddenly became a little more solemn.
He entered the Forbidden Spirit Realm with bare hands and did not take out his weapons.
So he only dared to dodge under Dalang's attack.
Unexpectedly, Dalang was originally a master who relied on his body to get along in society. Without soul power, he could easily deal with a strong man.
Just three moves left the rough man with two deep, bone-visible scars on his body.
Among those who came with the men, there was a man with a long beard and a high ponytail.
Seeing that his companion was injured, he immediately took out a brown spear from the spiritual sea space, rushed into the forbidden spirit realm and stabbed Dalang.
Upon seeing this, Dalang immediately abandoned the injured man and fought with the man with the long beard and ponytail.
Upon seeing this, the rough man quickly left the forbidden spirit realm and used his soul power to recover from his injuries.
But his expression immediately turned panicked.
Because the wounds on his body could not heal!
"Ajiu, come out quickly! That guy is holding a meteorite weapon! It will be very troublesome to get injured in the forbidden spirit realm!"
How could the man with the long beard and ponytail listen to his words? A spear danced like a swimming dragon, and the hatchet of Rabbit Dalang hit clusters of sparks in the air.
After a jingling sound, the two figures separated.
The rabbit man was superior and won again, leaving a shallow wound on the shoulder of the bearded man with ponytail.
Seeing this, the man with long beard and ponytail hugged his fists generously and said:
"For a contracted beast to be so strong, it deserves a famous name! I am Wu Gang from the Great Sun Tribe. What is your name?"
Rabbit grinned and replied: "The contracted beast of the leader of the Yanshi Tribe, A Chao, Da Lang!"
Wu Gang nodded to Dalang, pointed sideways at a short man surrounded by a group of gray-scale war gods and said:
"That is the trilingual God of War of the Senluo Presbyterian Church and the honest elder of the Sky Tribe! He came here this time to meet your chief!"
Dalang looked at Elder Honesty. He was a middle-aged man who looked only forty years old.
He is not tall and does not look strong, but the veins on his arms are protruding and his skin is like bark, making him look very troublesome.
But he is such a person, with an honest face.
If it were placed in any other scene, it would never have thought that he was actually a super strong person.
Taking a deep breath, Dalang walked out of the forbidden spirit realm and began to contact Jia Chao using "radio mode".
After a moment, it shook its head at Elder Honest and his group and said:
"I'm sorry, my chief is not within the communication range of my spiritual mind!"
Elder Honest nodded slightly, with a very indifferent expression on his face.
"It's okay, we can wait!"
After saying this, a group of people actually closed their eyes and meditated on the spot.
They all stood like tree stumps, motionless. Only the rough man and Wu Gang each found a place to sit down and deal with their wounds.
Dalang was a little uncomfortable seeing these people going their own way.
Why are these people like this?
When you say you're looking for the boss, you're just looking for the boss?
Absolutely no diplomatic etiquette!
After all, I am also a gray-level spiritual beast now!
Dalang silently took out a bunch of things from the Linghai space, and instantly set up a set of tables and chairs on the spot. The table was filled with delicious food and broth.
"Well, do you want to come and have some?"
Dalang asked towards the honest elder and his group who were like wooden stakes.
"..."
No one responded to it, those people were like real wooden stakes.
At this time, Wu Gang and Wu Gang saw it like this, but they stood up and sat down at the table.
"My name is Haijun, I'm from the Qingma tribe! The bilingual god of war!" the rough man introduced himself.
Dalang smiled politely at him and pushed a piece of braised pig's trotters in front of Haijun.
Haijun didn't refuse, took the plate and started eating.
Wu Gang is also very relaxed and grabs immediately.
To their surprise, the food of the Flame Stone Tribe was so delicious that it was beyond imagination!
After a while, all the food Dalang took out was eaten.
On one side were two people and a rabbit eating and drinking crazily, and on the other side were several gray-scale war gods who looked like wooden piles. This scene made many people a little confused.
Jia Chao watched in the air for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reveal his figure.
However, he did not appear in the forbidden spirit realm, but appeared on the periphery of everyone.
He directly turned into a bolt of lightning, popped out of the black cloud, and then an ice lotus appeared at his feet.
As soon as he appeared, the wooden piles came to life.
The bilingual God of War next to Elder Honesty was about to step forward when Elder Honesty steadied him with his gaze.
"No! This guy is stronger than me!"
Watching Jia Chao, who was growing lotuses every step of the way, appeared above the crowd out of thin air, Elder Honest had a flash of light.
At this moment, Jia Chao shouted softly:
"Great healing technique!"
In an instant, the entire area was enveloped in a mighty glow.
Both those who were injured by Haijun, as well as Haijun and Wu Gang, all felt that their injuries had improved significantly.
The honest elder was horrified when he saw this.
