Night.

The night is very dark today, with no stars or moon visible, as if the sky is covered with a layer of darkness.

In the Iron Stone Tribe, the fire is soaring into the sky, and every house is brightly lit.

Tonight, the Iron Stone Tribe held a grand bonfire party for Wu An.

The patriarch sits at the top.

The rest of the people were sitting on both sides.

At the beginning of the banquet, the clan leader raised his glass to Wu An and said loudly, "Raise your glass to our two heroes!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all.

The atmosphere in the tribe was very harmonious, and after a while, Wu An and his two men became familiar with everyone in the tribe.

Taking this opportunity, Wu An also learned a lot of information about the true immortal ruins from the clan leader.

After three rounds of drinking.

At a certain moment, the clan leader suddenly asked Wu An and Wu An, "I wonder which tribe these two heroes come from?"

The old sheep-bearded Taoist stroked his beard and replied, "The two of us come from a medium-sized tribe in the east, not worth mentioning."

The clan leader asked, "I'm a little curious about which medium-sized tribe can cultivate two such true heroes who can conquer the world?"

The old sheep-bearded Taoist's face remained unchanged, and he smiled and replied, "I wonder if the patriarch has heard of the Fengxing tribe?"

"It turns out to be the Fengxing Tribe!"

The clan leader looked shocked and said, "It turns out he is a hero from the Fengxing tribe."

After a pause, the patriarch continued, "I traveled to the East when I was young and received favors from the Fengxing tribe. I wonder how Patriarch Feng Baili is doing these days?"

The sheep-bearded Taoist frowned slightly and said, "The patriarch must have remembered it wrong. The name Feng Baili has never appeared among the previous patriarchs of my Fengxing tribe."

The clan leader immediately slapped his forehead and said apologetically, "Two heroes, don't blame me. I am old and my memory is not as good as before. Maybe I have confused the clan leader of another tribe."

Immediately, the patriarch changed the topic and said, "Are the two heroes three-striped barbarians?"

The sheep-bearded old man nodded slightly, "I can't hide it from the clan leader."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light shone on the old man with a goatee, and suddenly three mysterious lines appeared.

The next moment, three mysterious lines intertwined and turned into a majestic black panther!

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

The highest cultivation among the Iron Stone Tribe is only the second-marked barbarian cultivator. Compared with the third-marked black panther in front of him, his momentum is not even inferior.

Everyone can feel a touch of oppression from the black panther.

Wu An was also a little surprised. He didn't know that the old man with a goatee also practiced the barbarian body method.

A barbaric cultivator with two lines is equivalent to a warrior in the Heavenly Realm, and a barbarian cultivator with three lines is equivalent to a warrior in the Golden Core realm.

In other words, the Yangbeard Old Daoist can rival a Golden Core Realm warrior just by relying on his three lines of physical body.

Intuition told Wu An that Yangzi's barbarian realm was not just three lines, but most likely four lines.

A four-marked barbaric cultivator is equivalent to a Yuanshen realm warrior.

Four-marked barbarian cultivators only appear in large tribes. Even in the entire Wangxian Continent, four-marked barbaric cultivators are first-class existences.

In fact, Wu An was very interested in the barbarians' physical cultivation methods.

If he can learn the physical training method of the barbarians, his physical body will definitely become more powerful.

"The hero has such a powerful three-stripe totem!"

The patriarch looked at the three-striped black panther and praised it without hesitation.

The sheep-bearded old Taoist smiled and replied, "The patriarch is so complimentary."

The patriarch asked, "Where will the two heroes go next?"

The sheep-bearded Taoist replied, "We are going to Wangxian City."

"Wangxian City!"

The patriarch sighed, "That is the holy land that all barbarians yearn for, and it is also the ancestral land of the barbarians. I went there once when I was young, and I still remember it as fresh as yesterday."

The sheep-bearded old Taoist nodded and said, "The Holy Land of the Barbarians, I yearn for it."

The patriarch raised his glass with a hint of drunkenness on his face, "Two heroes, cheers to Wangxian City!"

Wu and An raised their glasses and drank it in one gulp.

As soon as the cup fell, Wu An and the old Taoist Yangzi fell drunk one after another, lying on the table drunk and unconscious.

To be precise, he was unconscious.

Although Wu An and the others cannot use their souls, their physical bodies are extremely powerful. How can they get drunk with just a few glasses of wine?

None of the Iron Stone tribe members present were drunk. This situation explains everything.

"These two people are quite capable, but if they were the second-line barbaric cultivators, they would have collapsed under the "immortal drunkenness"."

The patriarch stood up and, with Gu Li's support, walked slowly to Wu An and the others.

Gu Li's eyes flickered and he said, "Clan leader, do you have to do this?"

Gu Li had already made a decision, but when he really wanted to take action, he hesitated in his heart.

The patriarch tilted his head slightly and said with a serious face, "Those who do great things must be ruthless and ruthless, and must not be as kind as women!"

"This is your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The essence and blood of these two three-line barbaric cultivators are enough for you to condense the third barbarian line."

"God sent these two people to you as your opportunity."

"Although these two people have saved your life, you should know the crisis of the tribe now. Only if you become a three-marked barbarian cultivator can you better protect the tribe."

With that said, the clan leader took out a short sword from his arms and handed it to Gu Li, "Gu Li, I have done everything I can, and the rest is up to you."

Gu Li took the dagger and looked at the two people lying on the table. The hesitation in his eyes finally turned into a touch of determination.

He suddenly threw away the dagger in his hand and said to the patriarch, "Chief, you have taught me since I was a child to be a loyal and righteous person. Those who are unkind and unjust will be despised by the world."

"The Iron Stone Tribe has been passed down to this day and has always abided by the clan motto of benevolence and righteousness."

"The two of them have saved my life. If I take action against them, then I will become an unkind and unjust person. I will be despised by the world and will be despised by my tribe. I cannot accept myself like this."<

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"Clan leader, Gu Li is sorry that it is difficult to obey your order."

"Stupid!"

The patriarch picked up the dagger on the ground with a gloomy face, "A woman's kindness can hardly achieve great things!"

"Now that the tribe is in crisis, everything you do is for the tribe, so what does personal benevolence and righteousness mean?"

"If you don't take action, I will take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clan leader raised his sword and stabbed Wu An.

In the eyes of the clan leader, Wu An and the two are already fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by him.

At this moment, a bang suddenly sounded.

But the patriarch flew away quickly.

This scene happened too fast, in the blink of an eye.

When Gu Li reacted, the clan leader had fallen heavily to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, when Gu Li turned around to look at Wu An and the two of them, he found that they were sitting there steadily, calmly and calmly, not even the slightest bit drunk.

"You..."

Gu Li's entire body suddenly froze, and chills instantly spread throughout his body.

He didn't expect that these two people were not knocked down by Immortal Zui at all!

"How is this possible? After drinking the "immortal drunkenness" poison, even a three-marked barbaric cultivator will fall down! How can they be okay at all?"

Gu Li's eyes were full of surprise and fear.

He knew very well what the two three-marked barbarians would bring to the tribe. It would be a disaster, a disaster that would wipe out the tribe.

The most powerful person in the Iron Stone Tribe is himself, the second pattern barbaric cultivator.

But facing the three-marked barbaric cultivator, he will only be crushed and not an opponent at all.

The Iron Stone Tribe cannot bear the wrath of the Three Pattern Savage Cultivators.

Wu Anxin was angry. He didn't expect that the Iron Stone Tribe would repay kindness with hatred and wanted to poison them.

Both of them did drink the immortal drunkenness.

However, Wu An has an immortal golden body and is invulnerable to all poisons, so the mere immortal drunkenness cannot harm him.

As for the old Taoist with a goatee, his physical cultivation should be higher than that of the Three Patterns Realm, so Immortal Drunkenness will have no effect on him.
To be continued...