The Heishan tribe is built in Qufu Valley, a mountain in the Jiuqu 100,000. The tribe's population is relatively prosperous. The tribe's clan leader Ka Lin uses the fifth-level entry technique to intimidate the surrounding tribes; while the oldest grand duke in the tribe uses his mystery and power to intimidate one side. In addition to these two people, among the tribes, Heishan tribe uses the sixth-level entry technique. Not to mention the Heishan tribe, it is very famous even among the nearby large tribes. However, although the Black Lin's talent is famous; although Ka Lin's method can tear cheetahs with his hands; although the Grand Duke's strength is mysterious and powerful; but in the tribe, the most famous is not them, but another young man with a mysterious origin...

The morning light shone under the space, diluting the darkness of the sky and covering the earth with a layer of golden yellow. More than a dozen tribe children stood in the open space in front of the tribe's door. The children were of different ages and different heights and shapes. The oldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was about six or seven years old. Each of them had a slightly darker skin, making them look like a treacherous head.

Jiang Li appeared in the open space wearing a beast suit. As soon as he appeared, children gathered around him, chattering and talking nonstop.

"Li, I heard that you didn't catch prey yesterday, why are you so useless?" One of the eleven or twelve-year-old children looked at Jiang Li with their eyes open. The innocent face had faded, and the disdain seemed to appear in it.

Jiang Li shrugged, with helplessness on his face, and had not spoken yet. Another child about ten years old asked with curiosity: "My father told me: You are just good at martial arts, but your hunting methods are average, right?"

"That's how your dad told you!" Jiang Li asked.

The child was already familiar with his title and nodded, "I heard from my mother: Are you afraid of blood?"

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he had just entered the tribe and saw blood many years ago, but that was the past, well, a long time ago!

"I heard that you have... been able to hit...the seven-pointed fist, is it true?" Just as the atmosphere was noisy, a child with a slutty voice sucked his fingers and opened his eyes, looking at him curiously.

"No one can compare with him in the Fenquan!" The eleven-two-year-old child explained, but did not forget to decline again: "But although his martial arts are good, his courage is smaller than that of the mouse in the forest."

While speaking, the child sucked his fingers and asked innocently: "I heard from my father: Your bloodline may be stronger than all of us. Why is your strength the lowest among your peers in the tribe now?"

"Shut up!" The eleven-year-old boy shouted angrily, as if this sentence violated some taboo.

The child didn't know whether he was bold or not understanding the meaning of his words. He slapped his fingers at the older child. The obviously older child was staring at him, and he had already made up his mind: after the end, he must teach this little devil a lesson.

"Okay, OK, the early morning time is not used to waste like this..." Jiang Li interrupted the conversation, "I taught you the posture yesterday, how did you learn?"

There are a total of ten postures and nine postures in the Montenegro tribe. These postures are targeted in addition to the arms, legs and feet, the head, neck, toes, and even the crotch.

Since childhood, the sense of crisis brought to him by the external environment made him unwilling to give up any opportunity to improve. Although most of the ten postures and nine postures were complicated, under his tenacity, he gradually practiced in his bones. Later, after receiving the guidance of the old witch, he even split the ten postures and nine postures and gradually integrated into his daily life. So, although Jiang Li stood in front of them with a friendly face, his toes were tightly grasping the ground.

Unfortunately, because his bloodline has not been stimulated for a long time, he has been stagnant at the second level. Although his martial arts are high, he cannot perform at all. Although he later met an old witch and got enlightenment from her, he also thought that he could forcibly break through to the third level with his own will and efforts, but now he finally lost his heart.

The children stood in the sun in a posture, Jiang Li pointed a few words, and then cooked the little ghost who had spoken wildly before several times. The little ghost was also tough and shouted loudly that he must teach Jiang Li a good lesson when he grew up. Jiang Li was not angry after hearing this, laughed loudly, and slapped his forehead a few times, then he left the tribe with the prepared bag.

"The old ghost wants to use these little ghosts to calm my anger and let me integrate into the Black Mountain Tribe. It seems that only after I have a good relationship with these little ghosts and get his approval can I have the opportunity to perform a blood sacrifice!" The shoulders and backs were slightly loose, and my spine was protruding. Jiang Li walked forward while speculating and thinking in his heart.

Unconsciously, the figure passed through the tribe and entered a quiet jungle outside the tribe. Two or three wooden houses were built in the forest. They opened the bag and placed the cooked food on the stone table in front of the house. After finishing their work, Jiang Li shouted a few times into the house: "Grandma, grandma..."

The door of the wooden house slowly opened, and an old figure with a cane slowly walked out from behind the wooden house. A hoarse voice came from his throat, just inside the dark forest, revealing a bit of gloomy and fear: "It's early in the morning, it's called soul!"

"Grandma, it's getting late now!" Jiang Li smiled, and then asked again, "In a few days, the weather will be cold. Should I ask the grandpa to bring you more animal skins?"

The old lady's curved back was slightly straightened, and her eyes looked at his face, and a bit of contempt was revealed in her hoarse voice, "You should care more about yourself! You are the only one left in the entire Black Mountain Tribe and you are still wandering on the second level. In the near future, you will be sixteen, and there will be only two years left before you are eighteen years old. In just two years, how much improvement do you want? Could it be that you want to use the second level to enter the art and live your life in vain?"

When you turn 18, your body's blood vessels will coagulate and form, and the blood vessels will not grow any more. People can only stop there in their entire lives. Jiang Li naturally knows this, just...

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his face seemed to be a little numb, but there was a cold light in his narrowed eyes.

"If it weren't for the old man in Montenegro who suppressed my blood sacrifice again and again, I wouldn't have stopped with such strength."

Jiang Li can be justified in this sentence and say to most people who dare to laugh at him that the only person who is not qualified is the old witch in front of him, because the old witch took him into a world larger than the Black Mountain tribe and even Jiuqu.

The old witch is not a member of the Heishan tribe. Like Jiang Li, she also entered Jiuqu from outside. However, in comparison, the situations of the two are completely different. Jiang Li grew up with a poke on his back from entering. Although she... Although she is a foreigner, she has a very high status in the Heishan tribe: this jungle was turned into a forbidden area by the tribe and cannot be approached privately; even the three daily meals and ordinary clothes... are all responsible.
Chapter completed!