small country farmer

Chapter 1080 God's Chosen One

died?

Tu Dagger, the leader of the Blue Leopard Tribe, just died like this?

The speed of that black shadow was so fast that neither the Purple Tiger Tribe nor the Blue Leopard Tribe could see clearly how Zhang Wei made his move.

Only when the particularly eye-catching head fell to the ground, could everyone see it clearly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes narrowed rapidly, and their minds buzzed in shock.

This scene is too scary!

"what!"

In the Blue Leopard Tribe, someone yelled in horror. All of a sudden, everyone's face was as pale as paper, their whole body was trembling, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground one after another.

"God!"

Different from the Blue Leopard Tribe, the people of the Purple Tiger Tribe were ecstatic when they saw Tu Dagger's death. Their eyes were full of excitement and fiery light. They immediately knelt down on the ground and raised their arms and shouted.

The patriarch of the old woman looked very old. Although her sacrifice was interrupted, she was exhausted, and the wrinkles on her face increased a lot, like dead wood. She coughed blood constantly, but her cloudy eyes flashed With a beam of joy and excitement.

Seeing Zhang Wei's arrival, she saw the hope of life. She knew that the Zihu tribe would not perish, so she was very relieved and relieved a lot.

Now, I can finally rest in peace.

Amidst the loud shouts, no one noticed that the old woman closed her eyes silently, her thin body supported the wooden staff, and she died silently with a smile on her face.

"Your leader is dead, surrender or not."

Two terrifying cold lights burst out from Zhang Wei's eyes, like two sharp swords of cold light, sweeping across the people of the Blue Leopard Tribe.

If he hadn't come back to look for the little snow-white beast, the Purple Tiger Tribe would have ceased to exist.

The faces of the members of the Blue Leopard Tribe were ashen. They felt that they were shrouded in the shadow of death, and they dared not look Zhang Wei in the eyes. They were trembling, their legs went weak, and they knelt down on the ground.

The leaders are all dead, and the man in front of him has unfathomable strength. Even facing him, he feels deep fear.

The only way to survive is to surrender.

The weak prey on the strong, and the strong are respected. Moreover, many of them are the Blue Leopard tribe who took refuge in other tribes after their demise.

Now that the leader of the Blue Leopard Tribe died, since the Purple Tiger Tribe won, they naturally chose to join the Purple Tiger Tribe.

thump!thump!thump!
Under Zhang Wei's power, everyone in the Blue Leopard Tribe dropped their helmets and armor, "We are willing to surrender."

Zhang Wei nodded in satisfaction, and finally looked at the old woman standing silently by the side.

He didn't expect the old woman to die standing like this. He stepped forward and saw the old woman's eyes closed, and couldn't help frowning, feeling something was wrong in his heart. He put his hand between the old woman's nose, and his face changed drastically.

A touch of sadness welled up in his heart, Zhang Wei looked heavy, he let out a long sigh, and said in a deep voice to everyone.

"Your patriarch has gone."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and everyone couldn't believe it. They couldn't accept this fact.

At this moment, no matter men, women or children, all were heartbroken and cried out in grief. Many soldiers looked sad and their eyes were full of confusion.

The patriarch is dead, so what should they do from now on?
The Zihu Tribe was gloomy, their hometown was burned down, and the patriarch died. This night was too miserable.

Looking at the sad faces of the people, Zhang Wei sighed heavily. After going through this night, this tribe will definitely be reborn, and he is willing to give everyone hope.

"Your patriarch left with a smile. It can be seen that she has no regrets. After tonight, the Zihu tribe will be reborn."

"You should reinvigorate and grow the Zihu tribe, so as not to disappoint the patriarch's trust in you."

"I won't let the patriarch and those dead warriors die in vain."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Wei is a god who saved their tribe. Therefore, everyone heard Zhang Wei's words clearly and trusted them very much.

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and everyone booed immediately.

"God, you lead us to glory."

"Yes, God, only with you, can we grow stronger and surpass the four gods."

"God, I look up to you."

……

Zhang Wei frowned, and shook his head helplessly, he still had important things to do, he wanted to revive Danzong, and he wanted to return to Zhangjiazhuang, how could he stay in the west?
All he can do is to leave some exercise secrets and magic weapons. Whether the Zihu tribe can grow or not depends entirely on them.

"Calm down, everyone. I have my own mission. How about this? I will choose a new patriarch among you and give you some treasures. It is not in vain for me to get to know everyone."

"It's up to you, young man. From now on, the Purple Tiger Tribe will be handed over to you."

Zhang Wei glanced across the crowd. Among the old, weak and disabled, a young man with a strong figure and clear eyes looked at Zhang Wei with admiration. His heart was extremely hot, and he didn't even think that he would become a god at all. Choose a patriarch.

"God, I..." The young man was stunned, with a dazed expression on his face, his strength was the weakest among all the fighters, and his only advantage was that he was young and strong.

Zhang Wei smiled slightly, his eyes flickering, "You don't have to panic, I think you have good qualifications, you are a malleable talent, I will teach you here for three days, what is your name?"

"Fan Ada." The young Fan Ada was overwhelmed by flattery, thinking it was just a dream.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fan Ada, their eyes were extremely envious and passionate, and no one objected.

Because Fan Ada is God's Chosen One!
"I'm waiting to meet the new patriarch."

Fan Ada was surrounded by people and worshiped him, but he himself was at a loss, very dazed, and extremely nervous.

Zhang Wei looked at him with a knowing smile.

In the next three days, Zhang Wei helped Fan Ada rebuild the Zihu Tribe, and picked out a set of martial arts suitable for Fan Ada's cultivation.

In the west, the physical body of a walker is almost the same as that of a warrior. Fan Ada's body is already strong, so it is perfect for practicing martial arts.

In addition to martial arts, Zhang Wei also taught him a set of alchemy.

Zhang Wei has basically taught everything that can be taught, and what height Fan Ada can reach depends on his own good fortune.

Three days later, Zhang Wei completed the training for Fan Ada as scheduled, and Fan Ada was also very upbeat. He was more responsible and more confident, which was completely different from three days ago.

"Master, Ada thank you for your kindness of reinvention, please accept three kneels and nine obeisances from disciples."

When Zhang Wei left, Fan Ada saluted Zhang Wei in front of the clansmen. Even though Zhang Wei did not recognize him as an apprentice, in Fan Ada's heart, Zhang Wei was his lifelong mentor.

At the same time, Shacheng at the end of the blood forest once again bloomed with a strong vision of heaven and earth.

The appearance of the vision has led to more and more monks rushing to Shacheng, and a battle for the ruins is about to break out.

(End of this chapter)