Barbarian Throne

"Shijialuo, my son is dead!"

Suddenly, a roar came from the Lord's Mansion of Tianman City, rolling like thunder. When the maids and servants who were originally laughing and playing heard the sound, they immediately fell silent. Even a few maids from the Fox Clan bought from humans were shaken to their wits. Bleeding, he fainted with a cry.

In the city lord's palace, a tall and mighty figure kept walking around. This man has a leopard-like head and ringed eyes, and he is not angry but he is powerful. Now he is angry with an astonishing force, and his fighting spirit is leaking out unconsciously.

His fighting spirit was as thick as a mountain and as sharp as a knife. The bluestone beneath his feet was crushed into powder, and dust and smoke rose everywhere when he stepped down.

This kind of vision is a sign that Long Meng Baoxiang has reached a state of fighting spirit that is as strong as a mountain!

This person is the lord of Tianmang City among the five southern barbarian cities of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and the leader of the Jialuo Barbarians, Hu Jialuo.

Shi Jialuo looked at the middle-aged man sitting aside coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Shi Jialuo, my biological brother! Someone told me that I should kill you first, because you are the most likely to kill me. Son, the murderer who robbed Long Meng Baoxiang Jue, tell me what should I do with you?"

The middle-aged man Shi Jia Luo is the younger brother of Hu Jia Luo. He is one of the five commanders of the barbarian troops in the Black Flag Town of the Great Zhou Kingdom. He is in charge of the Tianmang Xiang Army and is also a famous master. Hearing this, his face was calm and he raised his head and said calmly. : "Second brother, if I wanted to snatch Long Meng Bao Xiangjue, I would have snatched it sixteen years ago. Why wait until now? Sixteen years ago, you and my brothers were competing for the position of clan leader. If I were ruthless, let alone Long. Meng Baoxiangjue, even the position of clan leader is mine.”

Shi Jialuo snorted coldly, staring at his face closely, as if he wanted to see his true thoughts from his facial expressions, but to his disappointment, Shi Jialuo always looked indifferent.

"Sixteen years ago, you and I worked together to get rid of my eldest brother. You helped me ascend to the position of clan leader. After I became the clan leader, I helped you ascend to the throne of the commander of the five major cities and lead the army alone. I will trust you this time. That stupid son is dead, and at worst there will be another one, but the Longmeng Baoxiang is definitely a treasure passed down from generation to generation of our Jialuo clan, and it must not fall into the hands of outsiders! How have you been investigating these days?"

Shi Jialuo said expressionlessly: "Shaodian's body was found in the Spider Forest, and the three forbidden soldiers also disappeared in the Spider Forest. I suspect that Long Meng Baoxiang Jue fell into their hands. The origins of these three people have been It turns out that they are closely related to the nobles in the city, so I think it may be the nobles in this city who instigated them. If that is the case, it would be difficult to investigate..."

"If it's not easy to check, check it anyway. What kind of bullshit nobles are you? These pig beasts have long been dissatisfied with our Jialuo tribe ruling Tianmang City and peeking at my family's vindictiveness!" Hu Jialuo's eyes flashed fiercely and he said in a cold voice: "The room Jialuo, if you touch the Dragon Meng Baoxiang Jue, you will cut off his hands, and if you look at it, you will pluck out his eyes. If you dare to practice it, you will destroy his entire clan!"

A flash of light flashed in Shi Jialuo's eyes, he lowered his head and said, "Yes." He stood up and silently exited the room. When he walked out of the city lord's palace, Shi Jialuo breathed a sigh of relief. His back felt cool. When he reached out and touched it, he found that it was all wet with cold sweat. He murmured: "Longmeng Baoxiang has reached the sixth level of duel practice, and he has such terrifying pressure. It is indeed the seventh-ranked skill in the Qigong Douqi list. I gave up the fight for the position of clan leader back then. Is it really true? a mistake……"

"Master Commander, you should have listened to me and fought for the position of clan leader!" A white-haired old human slowly walked out of the corner, wearing a dark purple magic robe with four white clouds embroidered on his chest. These four white clouds symbolize his strength, a fourth-level mage.

After the tenth level, the magician becomes a magister, and his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. He can combine the five magic systems of earth, water, wind, fire and darkness at will, with infinite power. Every time a magister rises to a level, an additional white cloud will be embroidered on his chest. The old magician in front of him had four white clouds on his chest. He could definitely be called a great and powerful man.

"It's not too late now, isn't it?" Shi Jialuo's fair face showed a smile and said: "I only need to execute my second brother's orders meticulously. However, the specific execution method is of course up to my second brother. His cronies came forward, held up his banner, tried their best to offend the nobles in the city, and even went to the main cities such as Black Water Skylark to hunt down suspects. As a result, the second brother's prestige was completely lost, and the nobles no longer supported him. The other four major cities will jointly denounce him. At that time, as our commander, if he does not obediently abdicate, he will be traitorous and will only die!"

Satsuma looked at him with admiration, more awe than admiration.

The powerful man in front of him was thoughtful and vicious, unlike other southern Xinjiang people. Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is Shigaru's military advisor, Satsuma knows very well that this man does not need a military advisor to tell him what to do, he just needs someone to listen to him.

Flattery is also an art. The highest state is not to deliberately please the other person, but to listen to the other person quietly and let him express his opinions to his heart's content.

"Even if we force Hu Jialuo to abdicate and let you take the position of clan leader, what will happen if he doesn't hand over the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue?"

Shi Jialuo put his hands behind his back and chuckled: "Is Longmeng Baoxiang Jue really so important to me? The reason why I didn't compete for the position of clan leader back then was because I obtained another magical power that was not inferior to Longmeng Baoxiang Jue. Mental method. I really want to fight the Longmeng Baoxiang Jue..."

"Aman, your strength is getting weaker and weaker. It's really disappointing!"

In the early morning, Wildhammer Village was still the same as six years ago. The rocky Wildhammers in the square were carrying iron birch sticks and attacking Zhang Debiao like a violent storm. The iron birch stick in his hand was like a poisonous dragon and python, as sharp as a big spear, as fierce as a giant hammer, simple, direct, and domineering, which often made Zhang Debiao unable to breathe.

After returning from the Holy Mountain, Zhang Debiao returned to the simple life of the past, exercising for an hour and a half every morning, and taking Xiao Hei to hunt in Yulang Canyon in the afternoon.

Of course, most of the hunting was left to Xiao Hei, the mountain guard dog, while Zhang Debiao sneaked into the Sanggan River to hone his spear skills underwater. The rest of the time was spent practicing Long Meng Bao Xiang Jue and tempering his barbarism. strength.

Sometimes, he also tried to combine the Great Coffin Splitting Hand with Qiankun Jue, Thunder Running Technique and other techniques to perfect the Thunder Running Hand. Although there were gains, the results were not great.

Although Zhang Debiao practiced crazily and his strength was much improved than before the coming-of-age ceremony, the more he improved his cultivation, the more he discovered that his father's rocky wild hammer was still so unfathomable.

As his strength increases, this feeling becomes stronger.

The first warrior of the Mengzhuan tribe seemed to always be so calm before his attack, like an insurmountable mountain.

"How far has my father's strength reached? Is the gap between barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors really that huge?"

Zhang Debiao took a deep breath. Apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, he spent the rest of his time practicing crazily. This period of time was the period of his fastest progress, with his strength changing almost every day. However, every time Zhang Debiao raised his barbaric strength to the level of a second-level barbarian warrior, he soon found to his chagrin that Long Meng Baoxiang Jue had once again brought him back to a first-level barbarian warrior.

This strange mentality seems to be obsessed with tempering the barbaric energy, and wants to refine this primitive fighting spirit thousands of times, from pig iron to fine steel!

Another day of practice passed, Zhang Debiao finished his rest, put the iron gun behind him as usual, and jumped on Xiao Hei's back.

"Abba, I went hunting!"

Rock Wildhammer nodded expressionlessly and watched him leave the village. The cripple Langtu walked up behind him with a cane and said with a half-smile, "Are you tired of maintaining this expression?"

Rock Wildhammer's resolute face suddenly relaxed, showing a hint of fatigue, and said with a bitter smile: "Tired! This bastard Aman is getting stronger and stronger. I must use all my strength now to hold him down steadily!"

The lame man was startled: "Is that boy already a barbarian fighter?"

"No." Rock Wildhammer shook his head and said with a strange expression: "He is still a barbarian warrior, and a first-level barbarian warrior, but his strength is so great that even a barbarian warrior like me can't compare..."

The lame man gasped: "What kind of mental method did this kid Aman choose from the temple? It's so weird that it can actually reduce him from the eighth level barbarian warrior to the first level! By the way, you heard what those merchants said Really? There has been a lot of turmoil in Tianmang City recently, and Hu Jialuo is hunting down and killing people everywhere."

Rock Wildhammer nodded: "I heard, what's the big deal? The nobles in the city are killing people every day."

"With your brain, you definitely can't see the fishiness in it!" Lang Tu looked at the sky and said leisurely: "Brothers are fighting. It seems that the main city of Tianmang is going to change..."

"It's none of my business!" Rock Wildhammer snorted coldly, turned around and left.

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The second update is here. Sorry, it’s a little late. I’ll try to update it earlier next time!

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