I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Seeing everyone's reaction, the dragon horn with high cheekbones is very satisfied.

As for what he is satisfied with, God knows.

Jiu Zhu scratched his head and glanced down at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng slightly turned back with a smile.

Jiu Zhu was determined in his heart and looked up and said with a serious face: "The leader's statement can be considered, but there is one thing I have to confirm first."

"Oh?" Long Jiao was surprised, obviously he didn't expect Jiu Zhu to agree so happily, "You say!"

"You said that you can send out soldiers to protect the city, but I'm not sure if you have this strength!" Jiu Zhu said seriously, "If you are weaker than me, why should we give you half of the harvest here? ?"

"Huh?" Long Jiao was even more surprised, his small eyes narrowed and almost became a seam.

But no one could see that his eyes were suspicious and mocking: "Do you think we are unworthy?"

Jiu Zhu shook his head: "It doesn't mean that, but I think at least you should tell me how many warriors and people in your tribe are really strong enough to ensure that there are no accidents in the city."

Mu Feng lowered his head and smiled.

If these people really just treat Jiu Zhu as a seemingly honest and honest appearance, in the end, I'm afraid that they won't know it when they are slaughtered!

Otherwise, how can so many people in the tribe take over Bai Yue to take care of the city, and not others?

He got the truth from someone's fate!

But the Thunder Dragon behind him didn't know the reason. He was anxious to see that Jiu Zhu was at a disadvantage in the "clash" with Dragon Horn.

His brows were frowned, and his eyes bulged, very eye-catching.

Unexpectedly, the dragon horn did not answer Jiu Zhu's words, but instead angrily scolded Thunder Dragon: "That big-eyed man, why are you staring at me!"

"Huh?" Thunder Dragon snorted in his nose and narrowed his eyes.

Even so, his big eyes are still much bigger than the dragon's horns.

Long Jiao pointed to Thunder Dragon and looked at Jiu Zhu: "This is your tribe, dare to do this to the leader of a big tribe?"

Thunder Dragon clenched his fists.

Subconsciously, Mu Feng hurriedly stood in front of the Thunder Dragon, turned to look at Dragon Horn, with an "apology" on his face, and apologized: "Your Excellency, he is just an ordinary warrior of our department. His eyes are born like this. They are not aimed at you. Don't you. Care...you keep talking about yours!"

As he said, he turned his face and winked at Thunder Dragon.

Thunder Dragon had to bow himself to salute: "No wonder the leader, I just look elsewhere!"

Long Jiao snorted before turning to Jiu Zhu: "Where did we talk?"

Jiu Zhu's expression remained unchanged: "How many people and warriors are there in your tribe?"

Long Jiao narrowed his eyes again: "You really want to know, are you afraid that I will scare you when I say it?"

Jiu Zhu shook his head: "The more you have, the more assured we will be!"

"Oh?" Longjiao smiled playfully, "Why?"

Jiu Zhu smiled and said: "I want to make sure that you have enough fighters, so as to ensure the safety of the city!"

Long Jiao laughed: "We have more than 1,200 warriors. They are placed in the entire Li Long Tribe, and even the entire Changli Tribe. My Horn Long Tribe is also one of the best tribes!"

"Oh!" Jiu Zhu said in a straightforward manner.

"Huh?" Longjiao frowned, "What do you mean?"

Jiu Zhu smiled and asked, "Isn't it said that there was a kuai animal clan before, aren't they stronger than you?"

"Kui Beast Club?" Dragon Horn sneered, "They have become small tribes, and now my Horn Dragon Club is!"

Jiu Zhu asked again: "Then how many fighters did you bring this time?"

Long Jiao frowned, but still said: "More than two hundred and fifty!"

"More than two hundred and fifty..." Jiu Zhu muttered, then turned to look at Mu Feng behind him, and asked, "What should I do?"

"Huh?" All the people in the Horned Dragon Club looked at Jiu Zhu strangely, and finally looked at Mu Feng.

They don't understand why Jiu Zhu would ask a young man standing behind him?

Mu Feng scratched his head, looked at Dragon Horn, smiled and asked, "Does your tribe have a door?"

"Door?" Longjiao frowned, and subconsciously replied, "Yes!"

Mu Feng grinned and gestured to his head: "No wonder, are you squeezed by the door here?"

Long Horn was puzzled, and his eyebrows wrung deeper, and looked at Jiu Zhu: "Who is he and how can he speak for you?"

"He is..." Jiu Zhu was about to speak, but he waved to Mu Feng to stop.

Mu Feng shook his head and sighed. This dragon horn obviously didn't know what "brain was squeezed by the door".

Jiu Zhu got up and stood beside Mu Feng, and Mu Feng stood in front of Jiu Zhu.

Long Horn's eyes shrank slightly, and then his eyes widened-but they were not half as big as Thunder Dragon normally opened.

He tentatively asked: "Are you the leader?"

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled: "This is not important. The important thing is that I can decide whether to open a market with you, but can you decide what I said?"

"This..." Long Jiao is a leader, not completely stupid.

He vaguely guessed that Mu Feng was the warchief, after all, only the warchief dared to have such a tone.

But he has doubts again: such a young warchief?

In addition, he thought that his horned dragon clan was a big tribe, and he felt confident again: "What do you want to say, I can decide!"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Our entire tribe has made every effort to build such a small city to trade, and each time we get not a lot. You only send two hundred people and want to get half of the gain. Isn't it a little too few fighters?"

"Huh?" Long Jiao was surprised, and his eyes narrowed again.

Not only him, even Thunder Dragon was surprised.

He frowned and thought to himself: "What's wrong with the Chief Chief, do you really plan to divide the obtained half to give this so-called horned dragon bear bag?"

But what is different from him is Nine Bamboo.

The Old God Nine Bamboo was there, and he looked calm and calm, and he didn't seem to worry at all.

Thunder Dragon's brow furrowed tighter.

Mu Feng turned a blind eye to Dragon Horn’s ridicule and threats, and said in a stern face: "You want half of the harvest, yes, but at least five hundred soldiers must be dispatched to protect the city. Otherwise, we will not join forces with you to open the city. !"

"Five hundred?" Long Horn shouted, "You want five hundred soldiers?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Yes, it's five hundred!"

Long Jiao Yin smiled and said, "My Horned Dragon Division has sent five hundred soldiers, do you dare to ask?"

Mu Feng was unmoved: "Five hundred is the least, the more the better!"

After a pause, he smiled and asked provocatively: "Can you make a decision? If you can, this will be set. If you can't, then you can go back, or let the great chief of your horned dragon department come. Make a decision in person!"

Long Jiao sneered: "You want to see my warchief?"

He was sure in his heart that this young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the sky and the price should be the great chief.

"A tribe, let such a young man be the chief, obviously there is no capable person!" Long Jiao's heart is fiery, "If you can tell the warchief, lead the troops out, and destroy this tribe, wouldn't it be that everyone in their tribe? Is it ours, is this city ours?"

Thinking of this, he also played his mind, and the sarcasm on his face turned into a positive expression for a moment: "You are right, this matter is indeed not my decision.

Well, how about I go back and invite my warchief to discuss with you? "

Mu Feng nodded: "Okay!"

Dragon Horn got up and laughed, with a taunt at the corners of his mouth: "Well, I'll rush back to the tribe now and go to the warchief!"

But Mu Feng waved his hand and smiled: "Don't be so troublesome, you can stay here, please find someone else to go back..."

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