On the way, the three of them were chatting while walking. Guan Heng asked at this time: "Brother Zhao, we actually went to the Aung San tribe to find people. As for the beast martial arts conference, I have never heard of it. How about you tell us?"

"Oh, so that's it." After hearing Guan Heng's words, Zhao Er nodded slightly: "Okay, if you don't think I'm too long-winded, then I'll just talk."

Then, Zhao Er told Guan Heng and others about the origin of the so-called beast martial arts conference.

It turned out that the first clan leader of the Aung San tribe was a powerful general under the command of the Communist Party of Chong. He not only possessed the strength of the domineering black aura, but also was good at communicating with beasts. He helped the Communist Party of Chong tame countless powerful monsters and made great achievements in combat, and was known as the General of the Fierce Beasts.

Later, this fierce general named "Gu" returned to his hometown to settle down, and formed the prototype of the current Aung San tribe with a group of relatives and friends. He also received the name of the clan of the Communist Lord, and was honored for a long time.

Later, the four major families, Gu, Ding, Meng and Bai, formed the Aung Shan tribe, gradually became stronger and formed the current situation of dominance. Although they are not as good as the six northern tribes of Chong Kingdom, which have a history of hundreds of years, they are also powerful tribes that can be counted within a radius of dozens of miles.

The descendants of the four major surnames of Aung Shan were moved by the great achievements of General Fighting Beasts, so every three years, they recruited powerful people from all over the world to control monsters and monster birds to attend the beast martial arts conference to take advantage of this to hold a grand event.

The Aung San tribe held a beast martial arts conference with just a few meanings. First, it was to demonstrate the fine traditions that its tribe has maintained over the years, and to take the opportunity to select outstanding young talents from its tribe and list them as key training targets, and later become a popular candidate for competing for patriarchs.

Secondly, it is a good idea to see what kind of talented people in foreigners can train monsters like them, absorb rich experience from them, and leave foreigners to serve themselves through heavy rewards or marriage.

"Brother Guan, I am a rough benzene woodcutter, but when I look at it with my own eyes, your giant tiger and this colorful demon bird are all rare strange beasts."

Zhao Er said at this time: "According to me, you might as well try your luck at this beast martial arts conference. This time the prize is generous. The first place can not only get a generous reward from several department stores, but also put forward the wishes of the three Aung San tribes within their ability, and they will realize them for you."

"Haha, is that true?" Guan Heng patted the ghost tiger with a little excitement at this time, but shook his head and said, "Forget it, we are in a hurry to find someone to do business, and then we have to rush to meet with our companions. We really can't waste time."

When Zhao Er heard this, he said with regret: "Oh, that's a pity. Tsk, hundreds of goods can become rich."

At this moment, Guan Heng was about to say something, when the elephant snake bird standing above the head of the ghost-swalking tiger suddenly cooed twice. Guan Heng and others looked up and saw a circle of people in front of them, and there were still quarrels.

"Beat, beat this brat to death!" A bold voice roared: "Ding Wei, you guy, your father Ding Ba is dead. Humph, in the first battle, he was just cheating and beating my father. Ding Ba is just a despicable bastard!"

As this person roared, his companions made a boy roll on the spot as they swung their fists and kicked them, and they couldn't help but scream in pain. Even so, the boy with blood on his face still shouted loudly: "Bai Qi, you are talking nonsense, my father is a good person... Oh... your father is the big bad guy. It's because of him that my father was sent to escort the one-horned demon elephant, wuwu..."

"You little brat, you dare to talk nonsense?"

The guy who ordered the beating was a burly fat man of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was robbed by the other party at this time and was suddenly a little angry, so he continued to shout: "It will be my fate to beat me if I beat you, anyway, they have only one widow and mother, and there is no one to support me, so I will beat you to death!"

"Stop!" At this moment, Guan Heng had already rushed over with a quick step, and he shouted, "Do you want shameless to bully the weak with the masses?"

"Who is meddling in other people's business?" The fat man named Bai Qi put his hands on his hips and shouted arrogantly: "My father is Elder Bai of Aung San Tribe. Be careful that he will deal with you..."

"Bang!" Guan Heng didn't even raise his eyelids, and waved his hand and slapped the little fat man in the face, making the other party turn three times, and was stunned.

"Hmph, it's useless for your father to respect the Communist Party of China. If I see you bullying people, it won't work!" Guan Heng glared at this time, and a long-standing evil aura suddenly radiated from his body. He growled: "I really have to take care of this idiot!"

Guan Hengchi was so scared that the group of half-girls who were hitting people suddenly took several steps back. The fat boy Bai Qi wanted to say something, suddenly looked up and saw the ghost-swalking tiger who was squinting his eyes, and immediately swallowed the harsh words he wanted to say back into his stomach.

"Oh my God, run quickly-" I don't know who shouted first, but the group of little ghosts ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the woodcutter Zhao Er, who led the way, was a little scared. He whispered to Guan Heng and Ruotao: "These boys are probably the young masters of the elders of the Angshan tribe. You must be careful. I, I will go home first and say goodbye."

Zhao Er said, looking panicked, ran away with firewood on his back. Guan Heng helped the beaten child up and dusted off the floating soil on his body.

"Little brother, are you okay?" Seeing that the child's face was covered in bruises and bruises, Guan Heng stubbornly shook his head. "I just heard these bad guys say that your father is Ding Ba, he is a strong man of red energy, and he is a weapon used..."

Guan Heng paused a little, recalled carefully and said, "It's a mace with a round nailed copper handle, am I right?"

"Big brother, do you know my father?" The thirteen- and four-year-old boy immediately said excitedly: "My name is Ding Wei, and my father is indeed Ding Ba."

"That's right."

Guan Heng remembered the situation before Ding Ba's death, and his face was a little sad. Although he and Ding Ba had only one meeting, the other party did not escape and faced the powerful one-horned demon elephant head-on, until he was killed in a fierce battle. That decisive arrogance made Guan Heng feel a little admiration, so he missed Ding Ba's death instructions and came to the Aungshan tribe of Tongtianxia.

At this time, Ruotao quietly walked to Guan Heng and said, "Young Master, the flash of the bamboo basket suddenly became darker, but the direction should be right. It was nearby. It seemed that it needed to search carefully."

"Okay, go and get things done about Ding Ba's family first, and then continue to find the whereabouts of the remnant soul." Guan Heng pointed at Ruotao slightly at this time, and then he said to Ding Wei: "Little brother, come to my house, I have something to tell your mother."

——【Second update, good morning, everyone, Lao Sha continues to ask for subscription, please give me monthly tickets o(n_n)o】——(To be continued.)
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