You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 198 Attacking the Beixue Tribe
The square tablet on the Pool of Origin records the inheritance progress of each genius. They first have to go through the test of the Water of Origin, and finally they will get the inheritance of their ancestors according to the progress of inheritance. Of course, whether they can reach the last step is another matter.

Most geniuses can only get one or two bars of inheritance progress, which is far from the chosen ones who have at least four bars, and it is basically impossible for them to get more inheritance from their ancestors.

And now the tribal warriors outside the main hall of Beihai Palace are staring at the ranking tablet projected in the air, on which are the complete thirty-six names of geniuses.

"[Qiu], [Jin], [Qiang], [Fan], the four chosen ones have already had two bars, and the rest have basically had one bar, except for the last one [Ba] who is a little slower and has not yet had one bar."

[Hunter] murmured, the gleam in his eyes becoming more intense.

From experience, the ranking of the names on the monument is based on the concentration of Linglong blood. Those at the top have very high concentrations of Linglong blood, and those at the end have the lowest.

The names are not fixed, but for the natives of the Northern Territory, the initial ranking is basically the final ranking.

But for the chosen ones, there is still a lot of room for change, which mainly depends on how well they fit in with the heritage of their ancestors.

Because to be precise, the ranking is related to the degree of consistency with the ancestral heritage, but the natives of the Northern Territory are not much different.

As of now, [Qiu] is still number one.

Thinking of this, [Hunter] not only did not relax, but became even more nervous.

The current situation of the human race in the Northern Realm is already rather bad, and the Beixue Tribe is also facing the threat of the Hantian Cliff demon tribe. The situation is precarious.

If [Qiu] fails to win the position of the best inheritor of ancestral relics, it means that his potential is not the best and he will be overtaken by the next [Jin].

If [Jin] takes the position of the best inheritor of ancestral relics, there is no doubt that the most powerful person in the human race is Xibing Bulu, and Beixue has basically no advantage in any aspect.

It will be especially clear whether we can safely walk back to the Beixue tribe by then.

It can be said that when the inheritance of the ancestral ruins ends, conflicts will inevitably occur here.
Realizing this, [Hunter] tilted his head to glance at the leader of the Xibing tribe not far away. Coincidentally, the other party also glanced back, and an invisible fighting spirit was brewing in the air.

On Hantian Cliff, it was still snowing heavily. In the ruined palace in the abyss, there were bursts of flashing sounds of swords, as if countless lights and shadows were alternating, and the wind was faintly chasing the sword light.

The human-shaped [Wind] was practicing with an ancient long sword. The sharp blade cut through the candlelight that illuminated the entire hall, and his figure swayed with the flames.

From the moment he set foot in the Northern Territory, he had been plotting to inherit the human race.

In other words, it was not Hantianya who found him on his own initiative, but he was deliberately waiting for the monster from Hantianya to find him.

There is a human palace ruins here. Although it is in ruins, there are still some valuable books and even weapons inside.

Just like this knife, it was taken from the treasury in the palace, and combined with an extremely powerful sword technique, it has been practiced for nearly sixteen years, and the effect is quite good.

Just based on the level of swordsmanship, it is already above the level of mastery.

Flutter, flutter——

Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping in the wind came from outside the hall, and the long sword was retracted with a swish, and the candlelight ten meters away swayed.

"Master Feng, the human tribe has already headed to the North Sea. Now their chosen ones have entered the so-called human ruins to undergo the test of inheritance."

[Black Eagle]'s voice came from outside, and [Wind] calmly grabbed the black scabbard placed next to the broken wooden pillar, and casually inserted the long sword into it, making a clanging sound.

"Now most of the warriors of the Beixue tribe have been taken away by their leader [Lie], and the Xibing tribe also seems to be ready to make a move. It is time for us to seduce them into a conflict." Hearing this, [Feng] grabbed the scabbard and strode out of the hall, his eyes flashing with cold light, and his voice shook the hall and even the entire abyss: "Notify the Great Witch Priest of this matter, and order all the demon warriors of Hantian Cliff to assemble. Target, Beixue tribe!"

This matter has been prepared for three years, and many things have been arranged. We are just waiting for the right time to take advantage of the emptiness of the Beixue tribe and uproot them.

As for the protection of the ancestors of the human race?
Don’t the demons have ancestors?

All assembled, including the chief priest.

As usual in the Beixue tribe, the warriors of the hunting team went out hunting, while the girls and young and old stayed in the tribe and did what they could.

[Hua] also sat in her own room, sewing ice silk with needle and thread in her hands. The bright light from the window shone on her face. Her rosy cheeks sometimes pressed against her cherry lips, exhaling light white air.

The slender fingers were hooked on the ice silk, as white and tender as onions, and trembled from time to time.

The weather in the north is still as cold as ever. Even if you have adapted to the cold weather, it can only keep you in a place where it is not too cold. It will still be cold.

But I always feel warm in my heart as I hope that [Qiu] next door will come back.

"It takes half a month to go to the ancestral ruins. It is said that it takes another half a month to go through the test of the ancestral ruins. There is also time to digest the ancestral inheritance. With [Qiu]'s talent, he will get a lot of inheritance. It will take at least a year."

[Hua] murmured, secretly calculating when [Qiu] would come back.

The trip back and forth would take a month, plus the unpredictable time spent inheriting the ancestral heritage in the ancestral ruins, so it would take at least a year.

A year is not that long. As long as you open the window every day and weave more ice silk, you will always look forward to coming back.

Every day is the same, so there is no difference between a year and a day, so waiting for a year is just waiting for a day.

And I think about him every day, which is equivalent to thinking about him for a year. I look forward to him every day. The later he comes back, the longer I look forward to it.
With these thoughts in mind, [Hua] unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, smiled happily, and blinked, her pupils brighter than usual.

Tap tap tap.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the courtyard, as if several patrolling soldiers on the street had received an order to assemble. [Hua] paused on her needlework and raised her head to look out the window.

Apart from the heavy white snow falling from the sky and landing on the walls and tiles, no one was seen outside the courtyard, and no one knew why they were running.

Until there was a snapping sound, and the gate of the courtyard was knocked open by my father's figure. He was wearing some armor and holding a cold iron spear in his hand. His face was serious and his brows were furrowed.

"[Hua], you and your mother should stay at home and don't go out."

[Hua]'s heart skipped a beat and he lowered his brows slightly: "What's wrong, Dad?"

"The demons from Hantian Cliff have attacked our tribe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away with the other soldiers.

[Hua] was stunned in the room, his pupils gradually dilated, reflecting a black tide gradually appearing at the end of the sky, which even the heavy snow could not cover.

Hey.

The needle fell on the table.

(End of this chapter)