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Chapter 204: Beixue is the leader, and [Qiu] is the respected one!

Outside the main hall of Beihai Palace, warriors and leaders of many tribes wandered around, tapping their fingers on the cold iron spears or large curved bows in their hands.

A cold and solemn atmosphere enveloped all of them. No one spoke, and the two forces that were vaguely in confrontation silently stood guard on both sides outside the hall.

The tribal warriors led by the North Snow Tribe [Hunter] were even slightly better than the West Ice Tribe, which had almost twice as many warriors as this side. Most of the small tribes came over.

And there are still dozens of warriors from small tribes who choose to stay behind the Xibing Tribe, not because they are very loyal, but because their own tribes are relatively weak. They chose to stand on the side of the Xibing Tribe before, and now they see that [Qiu] on the square monument has broken through the nine-bar inheritance and "surrendered to the enemy" in front of them. They really can't stand the liquidation, and they can't afford it with their small families and businesses.

Several days had passed since [Qiu] broke through the nine-bar inheritance. No one said a word, and even the warriors of the Beixue tribe did not mention the crisis in their tribe. They just stared at the square stele and looked at the warriors of the Xibing tribe.

Buzz.
A slight trembling sound came from the shadow of the square stele on the main hall, indicating that the test of the ancestral ruins was over and someone had completed the inheritance!
Grasp.

With their five fingers clenched, the warriors of the Northern Snow Tribe grasped the cold iron spears one after another. Their puffed out chests seemed like towering mountains, and their eyes flashed with a look of pride.

Soon, a dull crash was heard in the hall, as if ice was breaking, and it could be heard even from a distance of several hundred meters.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the phantom of the square stele.

[Zhan] of the Xibing tribe took a deep breath, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, his fists creaked, and the handle of the big knife in his right hand reflected a cold light.

For tens of thousands of years, the human race in the Northern Territory has not been able to unify. Why are there four main tribes?

This year's Chosen One has an extremely powerful [Gold] descended upon the Xibing Tribe. Shouldn't the Xibing Tribe take on the responsibility of supporting the human race?
The human race in the northern border had originally been squeezed by the demon race to the point where there was little room for survival. Each main tribe occupied a point, but each could not afford to support several powerful warriors, and those small tribes that had separated were further dividing up the remaining survival resources.

This is meaningless!
If the human race wants to become truly powerful, it must take control of all resources and concentrate all resources on one backbone.

And that backbone should be the most powerful Xibing tribe now!

The Chosen One [Jin], who grew up with all the tribe’s resources, possesses great power, and will surely undergo further transformation after inheriting the remains of his ancestors!

Even if it was [Qiu] who got the ancestral inheritance, even if [Jin] was one level lower than him in the end, the palace of the ancestral ruins was in a dilapidated state and might not be able to give [Qiu] an extremely rich inheritance.

In other words, the inheritance from ancestors may not increase power, but rather some ancient knowledge or classics.

Only those who truly walk out of Beihai Palace are the winners!
Just as the leader of the Xibing tribe [Zhan] stared with red eyes and daydreamed.

boom--

The frozen door shattered with a loud bang, and his pupils trembled. He suddenly saw a "general" possessed by blue ice stepping out of the Beihai Palace, like a warrior awakened from ancient times, coming across the ages.

Just a moment when their eyes met, I felt surrender in my heart!
Seeing this young man in ice armor is like seeing our ancestor come to the world!
He got the complete ancestral inheritance and walked out of Beihai Palace! [Zhan]'s heart was beating wildly, and waves of hot blood rushed from his chest to the Tianling acupoint. His face, neck and even limbs were burning hot, and he spit out a mouthful of saliva: "Where is the Chosen One [Jin] of our Xibing Tribe!"

Jiang Qiu stood silently on the steps in front of the main hall of Beihai Palace, and responded to the call of "war" from the nineteen tribal geniuses who walked out from behind him!
"kill!"

[Wall] shot out like a cannonball, and the shouting sounded like thunder. He leaped a hundred meters, and his fists fell like meteors towards the [War] in the front row of the West Ice Tribe. When the other side was surprised, there were also eighteen strong men who were close to the Steel Bone Realm or had even reached the Steel Bone Realm, including another Chosen One [Fan].

Bang, bang, bang! Boom, boom, boom!
[Wall]'s iron-hard fists collided with [War]'s broadsword, and [Fan] used his palms instead of swords, weaving in and out among the remaining tribal warriors.

Other tribal geniuses whose bodies were not that strong hurriedly took back weapons from their own tribesmen and called on their tribesmen to surround and kill the Xibing tribe.

After a few hasty explanations, the small tribal leader, who was originally in shock, confusion, and fear, suddenly smiled, his blood boiling, and he raised his spear and shouted: "The Chosen One of the Northern Snow Tribe said that we only have to deal with one enemy in this battle, and that is the Western Ice Tribe!"

In just a few breaths, the warriors of the small tribes who were originally guarding behind the Xibing tribe drew their spears swiftly, turned against the Xibing tribe, and cooperated with the powerful geniuses of various tribes to kill the people of the Xibing tribe.

The leader of the Beixue tribe, [Lie], stood there in a daze, and the warriors of his tribe behind him were also stunned to see such a scene. Instead of being surprised at the active help of those tribes, they were more concerned about the fact that it seemed that the chosen ones of two tribes were still alive and were sincerely engaged in the fight against the Xibing tribe.

In tens of thousands of years, such things are absolutely unique. When the inheritance of ancestral relics ends, is there always more than one chosen one walking out of Beihai Palace?
Now three of them have come out, and two of them even took the initiative to solve problems for their own tribe!
[Hunter] took a deep breath, an indescribable feeling of excitement overflowed from his deep eyes, and his previous concerns about his own Chosen One [Qiu] winning the victory and killing people were mostly eliminated.

Originally, he was afraid that the Chosen One [Qiu] would take care of his future competitor [Qiang] in the battle for the Chosen One. After all, the other party was the Chosen One of his ally, the Nanshan Tribe. If he was really killed, the Nanshan Tribe would definitely not have any complaints in the next few years, and would even respect Beixue more.

But if they really did this, the hope of the tribe's rise would be shattered, and the seeds of hatred would take root sooner or later. When Beixue reaches its peak under the leadership of [Qiu] and then faces its sunset, the next time the Nanshan tribe rises, Beixue will suffer a catastrophe.

The reason why the Xibing tribe hates Beixue is that their previous generation of Chosen One was killed by the Chosen One of the Beixue tribe.
Click!

When the last big sword of the West Ice Tribe broke, the leader who was holding the sword handle tightly fell under the fist of the Wall, and all the West Ice Tribe warriors who came to the North Sea were killed.

Those bloody warriors of various tribes turned to look at the ice-armored young man Jiang Qiu who was approaching step by step, their eyes revealing respect and admiration for strength.

[Wall] raised his right fist and shouted loudly: "The Northern Tribe is headed by Beixue, and the Northern Tribe is headed by [Qiu]!"

His shout stunned many small tribes. Even the leader of the Nanshan tribe was stunned. They did not expect that the Chosen One [Wall], who was always aloof and arrogant, could say such words.

But this is not important, because their chosen one survived. There is no doubt that [Qiu] let him go, and the Beixue tribe really values ​​an ally like them!
The leader immediately raised his right arm and shouted: "Beixue, [Qiu]!"

One voice rises, thousands of voices rise!

Every surviving warrior shouted Beixue and [Qiu]. Even [Lie] and other Beixue tribe members were shocked and their blood boiled. They stared at the young man who was the focus of everyone's attention with burning eyes: "[Qiu]!"

(End of this chapter)