The fat man and I were helpless and could only nod.

I looked at the other disciples of the Mou family. Although it was not as obvious as Mou Yue, I obviously thought so when I looked at the bulging eyes and the desire on my face.

"This group of young people is quite strong!" Although Ling Tong could hear the transmission of the fat man and me, he could not transmit the transmission of the voice of the voice himself, and just whispered.

However, nothing he said was shameful, and it was OK.

The fat man and I twitched the corners of my mouth. It was true that he had a backbone. However, these stone houses made us modern, which seemed to be no different from slums. However, this was indeed first-class building in ancient times. After all, the most common ones in the small tribal villages were just grottoes. It seemed that wooden houses were already considered large buildings, and there were very few good stone buildings, just like the big villas in our modern villages.

"A group of rural bullies!" The young man from Nong who had been beaten by me had a young face, and was disdainful and angry in Nong's team, turned his head and glared at me and the fat man.

"Haha, Brother Hao, you don't know that the Mou family is just begging for food. If it weren't for a clan leader with good strength, he would have been kicked out of the tribe group long ago, and could he still join us in the selection? Joke!"

"That's right, Brother Hao, these two kids dare to join forces to humiliate you. If they fight each other in a while, they will be beaten to death!"

"Not bad, beat it to death!"

"Haha, the surname Mou, I hope you don't fall into your brother's hands..."

It should be that Mou Hao added fuel to the fire when he was beaten by us, and told his brothers and brothers in distortion, making those people think that the fat man and I joined forces to implicate him, so the crowd was filled with righteous indignation.

However, even if he doesn't say that, his disciples from his middle-class tribe will be beaten up by the lower-class tribe, and they will be shameless. It is for sure that they will cause trouble for us!

Mou Xinlan and others looked ugly, but they didn't know what was going on, so they couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

The fat man looked indifferent and was too lazy to explain. I shook my head. Although I wanted to enter the battlefield of demon gods through selection, I didn’t have to be too careful. This Nong family is just a medium-sized tribe, and he is so arrogant. Even if our troops dealt with them, they may have many enemies.

Besides, even if you are a superior family like the Tang tribe, you should beat them as much as you should!

Seeing that we ignored us, Nong thought we were guilty and scared, and couldn't help but get even more excited. Even their clan elders didn't care about them. They looked at us, full of contempt.

The strength of this clan elder is not weaker than that of the chief of the Mou clan. Although the chief of the Mou clan elder believes that Mou Xinyu and the other two will not provoke trouble, they cannot stand up and break with them.

"The selection is about to begin, so don't make noise." After coming to the martial arts stadium, I found that there were already a row of simple wooden tables and chairs above the martial arts stadium. In this era, a little more shiny and exquisite furniture is a good thing. Unlike houses, houses are the best stone.

In the center of the martial arts field, there is a martial arts platform more than one meter high, surrounded by surroundings. Just like the boxing competition in the modern world, we are arranged on three sides of the martial arts platform.

Not long after, the youngest and most powerful men in their thirties came in, with nine people. Among these nine people, the worst strength was the peak of the early stage of the Earth Immortal, and the highest was the peak of the middle stage of the Earth Immortal.

The young and young people in the audience were all boiling. Although they were still restraining, they couldn't help but whispering.

Ling Tong is also interested in being one of the team leaders of the Mou family. On the contrary, Fatty and I are relatively calm. We have seen this kind of scene, especially I have seen it several times in the ghost world, and there is nothing strange about it.

After all, the selection of reserve talents that the Tang tribe is responsible for is only more than 2,000 people. How can it compare to the Houhai position of the Western Regions? Whether it is the scale or the strength of the participants, it is nothing.

"See, the youngest man in green robe came from a huge tribe..."

"The super-large tribe? That's those eight tribes?"

There were waves of discussion around me, all targeting the young man in his thirties above.

This person is also the strongest among the group, at the peak of the early stage of Earth Immortals.

I frowned. Although the earth immortal is a legend in the modern world, it should not be anything in ancient times. If this young man was a strong man among the eight tribes, he would have such a state of mind and his status should be very ordinary in the tribe.

Similarly, there are so many large, medium and small tribes in China. If it is really a full-scale selection, one or two people will be sent to each place, and obviously the quality of the sent out is not very high.

"Clan leader, except for the eight tribes, how many large tribes are there?" I found that in the cycle of Mou Xinyu and the other two, there was really no information about this, so I could only ask the patriarch.

The leader of the Mou clan was not surprised. After all, disciples from small tribes like the Mou family did not have much opportunity to access this information.

"In addition to the eight super-large tribes, there are more than 70 large tribes, as well as thousands of medium tribes, and countless inferior tribes..." When talking about the inferior tribe, the eyes of the clan leader Mou obviously dimmed.

I nodded secretly. Jiuzhou has a vast land and vast land. There are eight super-large tribes and more than seventy tribes. There is nothing to be surprised about.

"Class leader, I've heard people talk about Chiyou, do you know?" The fat man rolled his eyes and asked in a pretentious manner.

Upon hearing this, Ling Tong and I also gathered our attention. After all, although we had guessed that this was ancient, it was extremely long and we didn’t know what era it was.

"Chiyou? Haven't heard of this person?"

The patriarch was stunned for a moment before shook his head and said.

I frowned slightly, a little uncertain. It was in this era that Chiyou was not born, or that the tribe group and Chiyou's tribal alliance were too remote, and they had never heard of it.

"Have the leader heard of the Jiuli clan?" I thought for a while.

"Do you know the Jiuli tribe?" The patriarch looked at me in shock, then sneered: "Yes, the Jiuli tribe was once one of the eight tribes, and you don't know that. However, the status of the eight tribes of the Jiuli tribes has long been replaced..."

The patriarch's words made the fat man and I stunned, and then looked at each other without any trace.

There are really Jiuli tribes, and they were once one of the eight tribes. However, if the historical myths and legends are accurate, Chiyou is the chief of Jiuli tribe. With Chiyou's ability to fight, unless the legendary battle with Yan Emperor and a series of battles have occurred, it is really unlikely that he will be defeated.
Chapter completed!