Chapter 37 Place of Origin

Wangling——

The curtain of the tent was picked up, and General Slock led Sahal and other generals to steadily step into the tent. Kowloon looked down on the generals, led by Sahal. There are five generals here. Looking at their armor, they should be on the same level as Sahar, that is to say, there are six patriarchs here.

As soon as Saharle entered the big tent, his huge eyes suddenly stared at Jiulong. He saw Jiulong sitting upright, with a beautiful face, but resolute, with black hair floating, hanging down his shoulders, wearing a golden dragon robe and ink unicorn armor. How majestic he was.

Sahal looked at it and stood in awe. From the calm posture and solemn figure, Sahal involuntarily fell to the ground and crawled down with a roar. The other clan chiefs saw this and hurriedly knelt down. "Sahal patriarch visited the chief!"

"Mary Kay's patriarch pays a visit to the chief!"

"The patriarch of Maleko visits the chief of the chief!"

"The patriarch of Chuji Tailong visited the chief!"

"The patriarch of Vogasus visits the chief!"

"The patriarch of Donglong visited the chieftain!"

Headed by Sahal, the six patriarchs visited Jiulong in turn and claimed that Jiulong was the 'chief'. Kowloon looked at them and quietly looked at them. He saw that the six patriarchs were all eight-level warriors, tall and powerful, burly and straight, with exploding muscles angular, kneeling on the ground, like six hills. Generally, he is motionless and domineering.

"Fathers, please get up!" Jiulong stretched his hands flat, and his majestic voice slowly rippled in the military tent.

"Thank you, chief!" The six patriarchs spoke in unison and got up quickly. Their eyes slowly moved to Jiulong, showing a look of awe, but there was also some provocation. Jiulong was clear about these at a glance, but he did not break them. Like leading a war, they must be deterred by force in the face of these unruly guys, but they must also be policy-seeking. Slightly, it is the best strategy to break through each one.

Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "How many soldiers and horses do you have, and how many have escaped without surrender?"

Sahal first took a step and sounded in a strong voice: "The chief, the last general's 300,000, lost 50,000 after the first battle, and the other clan chiefs led 300,000 troops. After the battle, there are currently a total of 1.5 million troops!"

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Jiulong nodded slightly, looked at the slightly provocative eyes of the patriarchs, and said in a low voice, "The so-called knowledgeable person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man. Presumably all the generals know that I, Kowloon, was under the oracle of the Qingyan God, overthrew the Mankla tribe and established a powerful Kowloon tribe. The Sahal clan has been attached, and now five of you have joined. , I, the Kowloon tribe, can tell the world and officially establish!"

"Congratulations to the chief!" The six immediately clenched their fists and took orders harshly.

"Good!" Jiulong got up and looked down at the six patriarchs. Suddenly, his face changed and his voice was fierce. He shouted, "All the patriarchs are all princes and strong men who manage the water and soil of one side. Now they are attached to our Kowloon tribe, but they are not convinced!"

As soon as the six patriarchs heard it, they looked at each other. One of them was slightly low, strong like a bull, with a bearded face, and a fierce middle-aged man took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Since it is an oracle of Qingyan God, we and clan leaders naturally submit to it. However, as a chief, we must lead The ability of tribes to grow and develop, in this continent where the strong are respected, they are cowardly without force. The worship of our Mankra tribes is well known!"

"Yes!" Another patriarch stood up. He glanced at Jiulong, showed his fierce eyes, shook his strong muscles, and said fiercely, "Chief, the last general is willing to kneel down and accept the chief's move. Please give me a move!"

choking——

General Slock has been unbearable for a long time. How dare he be brave in front of the general of the defeated army? How can he be so rude in front of the commander? He choked, pulled out his sword, and shouted, "Don't drink a toast!" You said that this is your compound. Take good care of it. This is the account of the 13th Army of O'Maire. The chiefs you respect are the commander of my 13th Army. How dare you make a come!"

"General Slock, please calm down your anger. Since the patriarchs belong to our Kowloon tribe, as chiefs, I must treat each other with sincerity. It is also a matter of course that the patriarch Qiu Jitailong wants me to teach him. In this way, I will not hesitate to fight against the patriarch Qiu Jitailong!" Kowloon stopped General Slock, paced slowly, and walked towards the kneeling Qiu Jitailong.

"Please teach me!" The kneeling Qiu Jitailong shouted again, with a loud roar, and the strong earthy-yellow fighting spirit erupted, and the powerful momentum of the eight-level subversion of the martial arts was clearly seen, wrapped around the earthy-yellow iron fist.

"Good! Quick words!" Jiulong shouted hello, boom! The surging golden light suddenly flourished. He stepped on a strange step and brushed a flash, approaching Qiu Jitailong, emitting golden fists, and suddenly attacked directly into Qiu Jitailong's fist.

Boom——

An incredible scene happened. Jiulong punched Qiu Ji Tailong's fist. He only heard a click, and the crisp bone crack sounded. The golden light instantly broke through the earth light, and even Qiu Ji Tailong's huge body was directly knocked away by Jiulong and shot out the Chinese army's tent with a bang.

Kowloon slowly closed his fists and walked leisurely, regardless of the shocked look of others. He slowly returned to the handsome chair, and a smell of commanding arose spontaneously.

Jiulong slowly raised his head and looked at the shocked face below. A majestic voice sounded: "Mr. Patriarchs, who else is not convinced? Tell it together. Otherwise, don't blame the leader for not giving you a chance in the future, but if you resist me, you will bear the consequences!"

Sahal and other patriarchs looked at each other again, quickly lowered their heads, knelt on the ground respectfully, and shouted, "The last generals submit!"

"Good!" Jiulong nodded slowly, looked at General Slock, and said in a low voice, "Old General, please take down the patriarch of the Qiuji Tailong clan to heal him so as not to leave sequelae."

"Yes, Commander!" General Slock suddenly took the order to leave.

After watching General Slock leave, Jiulong once again turned his eyes to Sahal and others. "Since the clan chiefs are subject, please get up and immediately lead the headquarters to return to the clan to prepare for allegiance. At that time, I, Kowloon will personally go to the clans to convey the oracle of the Qingyan God and build a temple for the Qingyan God. Yu, then officially established the Kowloon Tribe!"

"Yes, chief!" Several clan chiefs immediately took orders, and then the Sahal clan chief asked in a low voice, "Chief, is the Kowloon tribe established on the territory of our Sahal clan!"

Jiulong looked at Sahal. This seemed to be a plain problem, but it was actually a point. Jiulong pondered for a moment and said slowly: "The Sahal tribe is backed by the Ars Mountains and can live in the mountains. In this war, the Sahal clan was the first achievement, so the Sahal clan was used as the base to establish the Kowloon tribe!"

"Thank you, chief!" Sahar quickly kowtowed.

Kowloon nodded slowly, and the majestic voice began to ripple again. "Please get up and return to the clan immediately. Now the heavy snow is coming. At that time, the mountains will be closed with heavy snow in the Ales, and the Kowloon tribe will be established at this time, and they will recuperate themselves, hoard military grain, and train sergeants. Waiting for next spring, I nine The Dragon Tribe immediately launched a fierce attack on other Mankra tribes to subvert the Mankra tribe and build a powerful Kowloon tribe!"

"Yes, chief!" Hearing this, the five patriarchs quickly answered and then retreated respectfully.

Kowloon looked at their backs, slowly closed their eyes, took a long breath, walked out of the tent, looked at the cloud-covered sky, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, felt the cold wind and frost, and the bloody smell mixed in the wind and frost. Jiulong took a deep breath, vomited, released his spirit, and looked into the distance. Zhang's moving soldiers and horses, and the blood red splashing on the snow, closed their eyes again.

North of the Ars Mountains, the weather is extremely cold. Although it is early winter, it is already extremely cold. He sighed, "The heavy snow sealed the mountain, the Kowloon tribe settled down, Qingyan God, what on earth are you going to do!"