Gao Song was enjoying the snow and playing with plum blossoms, but at this time the prehistoric world was full of wars. But looking at the prehistoric world for billions of years, such intense wars are normal.

Not to mention the battle between the three tribes of ferocious beasts, the battle between the three tribes, and the battle between the lichs of ferocious beasts, even the battle between the demon clan Heavenly Court and the Penglai Purple Palace is much worse than that between the ferocious beasts.

There are hundreds of millions of prehistoric races, hundreds of thousands of races fighting around. In the minds of countless prehistoric creatures, this is the normal prehistoric ecology, without any big scenes of the battle between the protagonists of the prehistoric world.

The human race annexed the territory of the Fire Eagle clan, revealing its sharp fangs slightly, but it quickly shrinks back, which puzzled other major tribes who are concerned about the human race. They can only judge that the human race and the Fire Eagle clan are fighting, and they suffer heavy losses and need to rest.

Haven't you seen the human race break out of the norm and start to recruit other races in the territory to control the land? Isn't this the loss of combat power too much and need to be supplemented?

A small Fire Eagle tribe made the tribe fussed, causing many big clans who were concerned about the human race to slightly lower their fear of the human race and turned their attention to other big clans with even more powerful, greater record and more arrogant attitude.

But for the human race, this is the most brilliant victory and greatest moment of the human race since its creation.

It was at such a moment that Fuxi led a million troops back to the courtyard, worshiping countless tribes along the way, proud of this invincible journey of invincible battles.

Back to Kongtong, under the leadership of the rotating elders of the rotating hall, thousands of elders of the deliberate hall were dispatched to welcome the Fuxi legion outside Kongtong Mountain.

Nanshan, Huangmao and others were all excited. Such courtesy has never been seen before, and such glory makes people willing to die for it.

Even the calm Zhu Ming's eyes were red and he murmured: "I've passed, I can't bear it! I can't bear it!"

The Hall of Conventions represents the highest power of the human race and is a decision-making body for all major policies and guidelines of the human race. The elders in it are either former leaders or elders of various sects, former leaders or elders of major tribes, and all the soldiers of Fuxi's army, and senior heroes who have been familiar with since childhood. They are our ancestors.

The elders in the rotating palace are the executive bodies of the highest power of the human race. The elders' words and deeds directly affect the welfare of trillions of human races.

Thousands of elders stood quietly in the void and welcomed the Fuxi legion back, which made the Fuxi legion excited and became very nervous. Even the queue was loose, with a flushed face, and passed by the elders with stiff body, quietly entering the military camp.

Fuxi smiled wryly and said to Qingyu with a smug look on his face: "Great Elder, fortunately the elders of the Elders' Hall were not present, otherwise, these kids would have forgotten how to fly!" The gray-clothed Daluo is the top force of the human race. Except for the gray-clothed routine as the Lord of the Yushu Hall, all the others are in the Elders' Hall.

Qingyu laughed: "I don't have the ability to let the elder in gray come out to greet you. Fuxi, maybe you can do it one day."

In order to encourage the elders of the two halls to welcome Fuxi's army back, Qingyu ran around and persuaded him. It took the old man's effort, coupled with the intentional or unintentional promotion of the Tie Qinmen and the Trumen and other major sects, to finally succeed, blowing Fuxi's flag high.

Fuxi also had ambitions when he returned to his ancestral court, so he was naturally happy. With great reputation, the ancestral court must adapt to the public's wishes and arrange a relatively important position for himself. He can also make some sounds and implement some of his own ideas in human affairs.

After a bustling day, a million troops settled in the military camp outside Kongtong Mountain. The next morning, a transfer order from the ancestral court was sent to Fuxi camp.

"The Deputy Lord of Yushu Hall?"

Nanshan said in surprise: "What is this? When will the Yushu Palace have the position of deputy hall master?"

Lin Dong, the head of the Military and Political Pavilion who personally sent the transfer order, smiled and said, "It didn't happen before, but it doesn't mean it doesn't happen now."

Huang Mao said dissatisfied: "Lin Dabang, he returned to the ancestral court and became the pavilion master. He was not happy at all. Tell me quickly, what does this palace master do? Isn't it even worse than the pavilion master?"

Lin Dong glared at Huangmao and cursed: "Huangmao, you are not big or small, are you not practicing enough to make you dare to talk to me like this?"

Huangmao was familiar with him and was not afraid of him at all. He stubbornly said, "Hehe, Lin Dabang, you have been away from the camp for so long, don't say I bullied you, otherwise, let's pull a camp out for a walk."

Lin Dong was so stumbled by him that he couldn't speak. His group of brothers would either be promoted to the ranks, battalions, or even brigades, or they would be dismissed from the army and returned to the field. How could they be able to get out? If a group of new recruits were temporarily pulled and confronted with any of the battle camps under Huangmao's subordinates, they would definitely be taught a lesson to be a good person.

Nanshan quickly kicked Huangmao away, grabbed Lin Dong's arm, and sent it to the seat, asked someone to serve tea, and said sincerely: "Lao Yingzheng, don't listen to the slutty boy screaming. We will teach him a lesson in a while and let him continue to appreciate Lao Yingzheng's thunderous methods."

Lin Dong went down to the donkey, hummed a few times, picked up the tea and took a sip, and said, "Okay, let me tell you first, anyway, Fuxi will report it in a few days, and you will know."

Fuxi smiled and said, "The old camp is taking care of Yushu Hall. I am in Yushu Hall, so I am not afraid of being bullied."

Lin Dong dared not be as careless as he was to Huangmao. He shook his hand and said, "Fuxi, you, the palace master, are half a level higher than our pavilion masters, and all pavilion masters must obey your orders."

"oh!"

Everyone was interested, and Nanshan hesitated and said, "The Pavilion Master of Yushu Palace obeyed the order of Jun Zheng, the deputy hall master. What about the Hall Master? What is the Hall Master in charge?"

Lin Dong smiled and said, "Elder Wang Meng is to be transferred to Yushu Palace as the hall master!"

"ha!"

From Fuxi below, everyone smiled and was extremely happy.

Elder Wang Meng, the old leader of the Tie Qin Sect, is very good to Fuxi, a genius junior! Even the current leader is very jealous. With him, Fuxi is in Yushu Hall, which is no different from returning to Tie Qin Sect?

Li Dong continued: "Fuxi, the deputy palace master, will be fully responsible for the war in the current Fire Eagle Leader and other affairs delivered by the palace master."

Fuxi frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong. Nanshan had already asked: "The Fire Eagle Leader now concentrates more than 50% of the human race's military power. Isn't that the matter of these 50% of the military power? They are all managed by Fuxi's army?"

Lin Dong smiled and said, "Fuxi is going to work hard, 50% of its military strength? Not only that, the Lord of the Hall, Wang Meng, can he have much time to manage the affairs in the hall? Haha, I'm afraid that in the end, it will fall on Fuxi to take charge."

Fuxi said: "This is not in line with the rules!"

Lin Dong shook his hand and said, "The resolution made by the elders of the Prosecutors Hall is the rule. Deputy Lord Fuxi, in the future, I, Lin Dong, will ask for fruits under your hands to eat."

Huang Mao laughed and pointed at Lin Dong and teased, "I was so awesome just now, but I'm not the same as us. I'll listen to Brother Fuxi from now on."

Lin Dong's face turned red, and he looked at Huangmao, with some dangerous meaning in his eyes, and said, "Yellowmao, we guys haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't engage in any battle formation. It's not good to mobilize all the troops, so let's go out for a walk, how about it?"

The yellow-haired expression changed and he opened his mouth. He didn't dare to contact him after all. He is only in the early stage of Taiyi, and Lin Dong is already in the middle stage of Taiyi. He teaches him how to be a human being in minutes!

Nanshan laughed and instigated: "Yellow-haired, don't be cowardly, don't you just do it? Are you a genius! Who have you ever been afraid of? Just be tough!"

"I'm coward..."

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"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"
Chapter completed!