The only thing that is clear is that the elder Xiong Hao, the elder brother of the clan leader who returned to the clan after traveling for hundreds of years, must have had an adventure and possess unimaginable tyrannical strength.

As long as Elder Hao is here, no one will dare to insult them and the Bear Clan.

——In the world of cultivation, whether it is human race or barbarian race, it is the same. A top monk is enough to decide everything.

Thinking like this, the Youxiong cultivators looked at the back of 'Youxiong Hao' with a little more reverence.

Elder Hao is good at everything...but he is too thin.

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Looking at Elder Hao's figure, Brother Youxiong thought again.

Barbarians regard strength as beauty.

You must know that their strength is so weak compared to Elder Hao, but the muscles on their bodies are swollen. Elder Hao must have suffered too much during the hundreds of years of traveling outside.

Thank you, Elder Hao!

…

When Monk Youxiong returned to his clan with the captive Julu Monk, Xiongxiong immediately turned into a sea of ​​joy. Everyone lit a bonfire, took out the long-prepared homemade wine, and started drinking.

They have been shrouded in the dark clouds of the Julu clan for a long time, and now the clouds have finally cleared. No wonder they are so excited.

In a quiet room.

"Thank you, brother, for saving You Xiong." The leader of You Xiong's clan said respectfully.

"Don't you blame me for not leading you to eradicate the giant deer and grow the bear?" Lu Qingshan asked with deep meaning, half-smiling but not smiling.

"The barbarians all know the principle of eating as much food as the size of the bowl," the leader of the Youxiong clan said with a serious face, "With Youxiong's current strength, I am extremely lucky to be able to maintain Youxiong's legacy."

Lu Qingshan nodded, quite satisfied with the visit of Chief Xiong.

"Since I helped you solve the Julu disaster," Lu Qingshan threw out a crystal tablet and said calmly: "You must do what you promised before.

Otherwise... what happened to the two Zhujis will be your fate..."

Patriarch Xiong took the crystal tablet, his face kept changing, he was silent for a moment, then he took a long breath, nodded slowly and said: "What my brother said, I will definitely keep it in mind."

Jingpai is a communication token.

As a condition for helping Patriarch Youxiong eliminate the disaster of the giant deer, from now on, Patriarch Youxiong must act as Daxia's spy in the wilderness, and transmit the latest information from the barbarian tribe to Shao Shao in a timely manner through the communication token.

Over there.

The leader of the Xiong clan felt a little bitter in his heart.

Previously, when the clan was in crisis, he had no choice but to take risks and ask Daxia Shaodian for help. Now that things have turned around, he is struggling with the forbidden matter of having an affair with a human race.

But no matter how entangled he was, he didn't dare to regret it.

…

The second day.

"The sacrificial spirit is dead." The leader of the Xiong clan brought big news to Lu Qingshan.

"Just bury him alive." Lu Qingshan was not surprised. The injuries suffered by the bear clan sacrifice spirit were indeed too serious.

"In a few days, it will be the day for our barbarian clan to worship their ancestors." The leader of the Xiong clan added.

"A day for ancestor worship?" Lu Qingshan raised his eyebrows. Knowing that this was the most important ceremony for the barbarians, he suddenly asked with interest: "Tell me about it in detail."

The day of ancestor worship is the most solemn event for the thousands of barbarians in the wilderness.

Because on the day of ancestor worship, in addition to the ritual of worshiping the barbarian ancestors, there is also the Dragon Gate challenge that is most important to the major clans.

The Dragon Gate Challenge, a competition for the Dragon Gate quota, is held every twenty years. The time is not fixed on a certain day, but it is generally within a certain range.

Lu Qingshan happened to catch up with the barbarians' ancestor worship this time.

The quota to enter the Dragon Gate is extremely precious. Except for the top five barbarian clans, which each have five fixed quotas, which other small and medium-sized clans are qualified to always occupy a quota?

This kind of competition for resources cannot be explained by just talking about it. The simplest and most convincing way is to use your fists to determine the superiority and inferiority.

In order to ensure that the strength of the barbarians is not wasted in internal fighting, and to allow each clan to have the opportunity to obtain a dragon quota, the great dream witch of the barbarians designated the puncher as a young monk of each clan.

At a small scale, the number of places in the Dragon Gate just provides an opportunity for monsters and beasts from all tribes to sacrifice their souls. At a large scale, it is related to the rise and fall of the clan.

Therefore, both barbarians and spirit sacrificers take the Dragon Gate challenge very seriously.

"At that time, the chiefs of thousands of clans will bring the most outstanding young people in the clan to the ancestral land along with the sacrificial spirits." Chief Xiong introduced: "That scene is unimaginable!"

"Will all the clans go to worship the spirits?" Lu Qingshan, who was still not paying attention at first, suddenly lit up his eyes and asked quickly.

"All the clans that participate in the ancestor worship ceremony will go together to worship their ancestors. Only a very small number of clans will be left behind because they are unable to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony due to some special envoy circumstances." The leader of the Xiong clan thought for a while and affirmed.

Lu Qingshan's mind suddenly became active.

He has mastered the secret of sword energy transforming into shape, but if he wants to truly reach the state of sword energy transforming into shape, there is still a very important process to go through, which is to observe all the beasts and find the ferocious beast that best suits his character.

Then, get its meaning and finally take its shape.

On this ancestor worship day, according to what Chief Youxiong said, all the major clans will be there to worship their ancestors, and there will definitely be a wild dance of beasts.

Isn’t it suitable for observing all kinds of animals?

This is the treasure place where his sword energy takes form!

"Are any of the Bear Clan ready to go to worship their ancestors this time?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"We won't go this time," Chief Youxiong shook his head, "We are now in a special situation."

"Go." Lu Qingshan said calmly.

The leader of the Xiong Clan looked at Lu Qingshan in surprise, obviously not understanding why Lu Qingshan suddenly intervened in this matter.

Moreover, he was a little entangled and hesitant about Lu Qingshan's decision, and hesitated to speak.

"What, is there a problem?" Lu Qingshan asked.

The leader of the Xiong clan gritted his teeth, simply ignored it, and said truthfully: "However, the Master of the Spirit Sacrifice has just passed away, and our bears have no spirit sacrifices now... so they cannot participate in this ancestor worship."

"If there is no sacrificial spirit, then go make a contract with a new sacrificial spirit," Lu Qingshan taught him a lesson: "How can the clan live without a sacrificial spirit?"

"But... now that we have Xiong, not only do we not have sacrifices to the spirits, but we also don't have the people who are responsible for the sacrifice of the souls..." The leader of the Xiong clan said cautiously.

Seeing the timid appearance of the leader of the Xiong clan, Lu Qingshan did not make things difficult for him.

He had to go to worship the ancestors, but the barbarians rejected the human race so much, and ancestor worship was so important to the barbarians, so they must be heavily guarded. He could only participate in the ancestor worship with the cover of the bear clan.

....

After pondering for a moment, a light suddenly flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and he had an idea.

He patted the spirit beast bag and called out the Western Rat King.

"From this point of view, the beast will serve as the sacrifice spirit of the Bear Clan for the time being, and it will be enough to participate in the ancestor worship." Lu Qingshan pointed at the confused King Xishu who had not yet understood the situation.

"Rat demon...?" Looking at King Xishu, the leader of the Xiong clan suddenly fell into a daze. It was obviously difficult to understand how a monk like Lu Qingshan could take a rat demon as his pet.

He hesitated for a long time, and then said bitterly to Lu Qingshan: "Brother, if we use the rat demon as a sacrifice this time, the bear clan will probably be laughed at by the major clans from now on...

Maybe we will get the title of ‘Rat Clan’ in time…”

The barbarians, who regard strength as their beauty, obviously cannot accept the idea of ​​using small little mice as sacrifices to their own souls.

Lu Qingshan is not annoyed either.

"The colorful world has charming eyes, don't show off to Master Mouse!" But the Mouse Demon beside him jumped at this moment.

Although it didn't know the current specific situation, it could still be heard looking down on it in the words of the bear patriarch.

The little mouse demon asked the leader of the Youxiong clan dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with the mouse? Why did you lose the bear? Are you looking down on the mouse master?"

"Don't you dare, don't dare." The leader of the Xiong clan quickly apologized.

Don’t look at the monk’s face but also look at the Buddha’s face.

This was his "brother's" monster, and the bear leader could only coax him politely.

Lu Qingshan saw the King Xishu pretending to be a tiger with his arms akimbo, and he looked at the clearly eight-foot-old man, but he could only sweat profusely and apologize to the mouse demon. In the end, he didn’t embarrass the Xiong leader much, but

He sent a message to King Xishu and gave him some instructions.

When King Xishu received Lu Qingshan's request, he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but finally nodded.

"Look out for me." King Xishu called to the leader of the Youxiong clan.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the leader of the Bear clan, the Western Rat King suddenly stood up, raised his front paws to the top of his head, and then quickly rotated and shook at a dizzying speed, as if shaking out a flower.

A red aura appeared, covering the entire body of the mouse demon. Immediately, the mouse demon's figure expanded rapidly.

In an instant, King Xishu transformed into a silver-grey giant tiger, whose size was only slightly smaller than that of the bear tribe's original sacrificial spirit.

"The Qingzhou tiger is right!" King Xishu roared at the stunned leader of the Youxiong clan.

"Now, it is appropriate for it to serve as the sacrifice spirit of the Bear Clan for the time being." Lu Qingshan pointed at the Xishu King who had transformed into a fox demon and said to the leader of the Bear Clan.

The leader of the Bear Patriarch came back to his senses, his eyes were still a little dazed, but his subconscious mind had already answered subconsciously: "It's appropriate, it's perfect, it couldn't be more suitable!"
Chapter completed!