Rebirth: The Abandoned Cultivator

At this time, not far away from the tribe out of a little short old man, leaning on a special shape of crutches, slowly came out.

Ye Tian took off his watch and put it in Liu Zhi's hand: "you know what you should do. On behalf of nature, I thank you."

He finally knew that there were too many good people, and good human beings still exist.

They care about money, not for themselves, but for the real meaning. Even if there are too few people like this, as long as they still exist.

It's worth Ye Tian to negotiate with animals and orcs, and it's worth Ye Tian to represent and protect them.

Liu Zhi looked at the watch in his hand, at the breeze, and at the figure of Ye Tian and heimang, his eyes were confused.

"Me too."

He wiped his eyes and bowed deeply to Ye Tian and heimang.

Ye Tian takes his wristband, greets the old man Hanquan, and walks towards the tribe. He has no negotiation with the clan leader, so he is in a long line of two people. They only dare to stand aside.

Heimang held his hand, and he felt that the meaning of his existence was more and more profound.

"What he did with Ye Tian is to maintain the balance and peace between human beings and nature. In fact, it's not only our kindness, but also human kindness. It's really more and more important."

Two people go forward, looking at the distance, smiling, looking at their own a young man, riding on an unknown animal, some like a wolf.

This young man is still bronze skin, tattoo some strange, like a wolf in general, do not know his name, but he is the only one here smiling at Ye Tian and black Mang, the only one did not stand on both sides.

It turns out that the old man who was leaning on crutches was not the patriarch, but the elder here.

In front of us, the one riding a wolf (let's call it a wolf animal) is the strongest person here, the real leader of this powerful place, and the other people bow to the throne.

Because this primitive place, can quickly determine a powerful method, there is only such a way.

So he now looks at Ye Tian and heimang with a smile. Ye Tian is calm and expressionless, while heimang is hostile and serious, as if this man is his enemy.

"￥% ###@ ######%" the man sitting on the wolf spoke. He didn't know what the ghost language was. Ye Tian couldn't understand it, and heimang couldn't understand it even more.

"The chief said," are you the one who just threw my people away? " The elder said to heimang in Han Chinese, which surprised Ye Tian. Can such an old man speak Chinese.

"It's not me, it's him." Ye tianbai waved his hand and pointed to the side of the black Mang, which was thinner and darker than him.

The leader listened to the elder's translation and nodded, still with a proud smile#@ ￥%……￥#！@%@！# ￥！@%！@# ￥！%！……”

"Our leader said that if you two wrestle with him, as long as any one of you wins, we will treat you as guests and answer any of your questions."

The old man on crutches said.

As if the leader's eyes, is the strong self-confidence, is the strong will have arrogance.

But such a set of arrogance and self-confidence doesn't seem to be worth mentioning to Ye Tian and heimang, and they can't afford to be ill. It seems that he just wants to wrestle with them. As long as he wins, there won't be so much bullshit.

"I'll do it. I don't need to do it."

Black mang is full of self-confidence. They are all very powerful among the orcs. Naturally, this kind of boa people will not be afraid of any challenges or feel timid. On the contrary, they will feel that this kind of wrestling is very interesting, wrestling with the leader of an ethnic group.

One day, he nodded his head. He knew the strength of black mang. Indeed, orcs have innate advantages over human beings. I'm afraid that a warrior in the same realm can never surpass him in strength. Some of his followers are born with something extraordinary. For example, this kind of boa constrictor has a very extraordinary speed and power, Often these are the qualities of wrestling.

So now it seems that the leader has no chance of winning.

Just when the two of them were very confident, the leader laughed. Then the whole tribe began to knock the bamboo in their hands, and made a very strange voice in their mouth. They kept shouting, as if they were calling something.The voice sounded like a call, and the leader walked up to the altar in front of them, slashed the neck of the old man who sat down and put a bucket full of blood.

But a wild wolf didn't resist at all, so he lay on the ground, whimpered in pain, and didn't do any resistance.

Black mang saw all these things in his eyes. He planned to give them back to the leader in a moment. But when they didn't know what they were going to do in their hands, all the people in the tribe increased the volume of their shouts. They just stood on both sides of the road, looking at the sky, beating the bamboo in their hands and shouting endlessly.

The elder was singing something low, waving his walking stick in the air and gesticulating until it was true that some of them were like ancient rituals, some of them were mysterious, but they looked bloody, because the leader drank the wolf's blood directly in the bamboo tube in full view of the public.

Then the ceremony didn't stop. A group of them stood on both sides of the road and began to dance around their hands. The high priest also sped up the singing speed. The crutches were constantly moving in the air, as if they were drawing some mysterious charms and calling some magical species.

"Master..." heimang felt confused.

Ye Tian frowned tightly. He didn't know what the leader was up to, but the summoning technique seemed very evil and not a good sacrifice. It seemed that he wanted to sacrifice his soul to someone.

The bronze skin of the leader riding on the wolf's face is still hanging a rebellious smile, but this smile changed, and before the big different, looks a bit ferocious and terrifying, because he now all over the veins are burst, looks completely unlike a normal human, and his face is red, as if the body is going to explode.

"Ah, disclosure."

This is a Tibetan language. The elder said to the leader meaningfully, and the leader counted his fingers to heimang, indicating that he would stand on the stage to accept his defeat