However, Bai Xiaoer was in awe of the Kun clan that he had never met. Without Kun Ancestor, there would not be a Kun clan in the present world. Even though he was declining now, he was a lean camel bigger than a horse and enjoyed a good ranking in the Yuan Realm.

"Yo!!"

“Woo…”

“Let~~~~~~~”

Kuns of various bloodlines are making their own voices, like greeting each other, and only they can understand the Kun tribe's voices.

Zhao Fan asked curiously: "Bai Xiaoer, what will those Kuns say?"

Bai Xiaoer said disdainfully: "Some are showing off their bloodline, some are focusing on relationships, and some are pretending to be grandchildren."

"All right."

When Zhao Fan heard the other party say this, he lost interest. He didn't expect that there were also pretenders in the Kun clan.

Interestingly, those Kuns are in the secret realm of Kunzu, and there is no limit to communication between them. However, many of the land ranks are like being forced to become dull gourds, and they cannot sense the existence of other competitors at all. Whether they are speaking or transmitting voices, they seem to be isolated.

"Ancestor Kun is really good at me, why don't you start soon."
Chapter completed!