As the Black Miao branch approached, the Green Miao branch arrived shortly afterward.
If the two most elite branches of the Miao people meet at the entrance, given their grudges, they will inevitably fight.
"Look, the Black Miao branch is led by Mu Achen."
"My goodness! I thought the Green Seedlings were already pretty tough, but I didn't expect the Black Seedlings to be even more terrifying."
"You all don't understand. Look at the Black Miao people. Count the number of pigs and cows. There's a deeper meaning to it. No wonder the leader who led the Miao people to victory two hundred years ago came from their Black Miao branch."
These Han people seemed to know a lot about the Miao people, so their discussions were naturally quite insightful.
The business tycoons watching from the front row were not only shocked by the aura of the Miao people, but also by the imposing presence of the Black Miao branch.
The Han Chinese men and women that Mu Achen was familiar with, such as Mochen Capital, Tangtang Capital, and Tianmu Fund, had never taken their eyes off the imposing Mu Achen since the emergence of the Black Miao branch.
"Now I, Yao Ye, finally know what real power and prestige are. This aura, combined with the earth-shaking horns and war drums, makes me feel like my blood vessels are about to burst."
"My goodness, that's amazing."
Han Feng was more excited than anyone else. At this moment, he was even more determined to follow behind the great god Mu and be a qualified little lapdog.
As for Lin Bei, he wasn't much better off.
He Yuanshan, Qin Feng, Yan Hao, and others were filled with shock and a great deal of emotion.
Among the tens of thousands of Han onlookers, the trembling sounds never ceased after the appearance of the two major branches, the Black Miao and the Green Miao.
Especially the Black Miao's extravagance, the sheer scale of it was breathtaking, wow!
On the other side, the top students from Yanjing sighed in dismay!
Shi Xia and Gu Yu had been here for a few days, and today they finally got to see Mu Achen.
It's just that it's still quite far away, so I can't see it clearly.
However, the Black Miao aura from Mu Achen's side was the highlight of this drum festival.
Two minutes later, the two major branches, Black Miao and Green Miao, will meet at the entrance.
The Qingmiao branch, led by Balong Ancient Village, originally thought they were the strongest branch besides the Hongmiao, but they never expected that the Heimiao branch had risen from its slumber.
As the distance closed, Qingmiao's momentum was clearly suppressed by Heimiao, which Qingmiao could not tolerate.
but---
The Black Miao branch, which was originally supposed to enter first, stopped twenty meters outside the entrance, led by Mu Achen.
Although the Black Miao branch was puzzled, no one asked why. Their drummers continued to display their superb skills, coordinating with the trumpeters.
The Qingmiao people were even more puzzled, especially the flag bearer Yang Ahu, but the feud between the Qingmiao and Heimiao was not something that could be easily put aside.
So Yang Ahu didn't stop, especially since their chief chief of the Green Miao hated the Black Miao.
As for Yang Aze, who wanted to compete with Mu Achen for the Saintess Flower Belt, the cold glint in his eyes never faded after he saw Mu Achen in the third row of the team.
When the two major branches converged, and the Green Miao people entered the arena ahead of the Black Miao people in a grand procession, tens of thousands of people began to whisper among themselves.
The Green Miao branch, which was the first to enter, thought that the Black Miao branch was afraid, and their momentum surged instantly.
The Han people in the distance also looked puzzled.
"What's wrong with the Black Miao branch? They arrived first and could have gone in first, so why did they let the Green Miao branch go in instead?"
"Could it be that the Black Miao branch is afraid of the Green Miao branch? That can't be! The elders have mentioned that the Black Miao branch is stronger than the Green Miao branch in combat."
"Could this be Mu Achen's magnanimity?"
"You guys don't know anything. The real genius is the one who's at the end. Qingmiao's side is still a bit lacking."
Soon, the line of the Qingmiao branch finally finished entering the square.
Hei Miao Mu Achen also made a move.
He led the Black Miao branch of the army to the entrance, drew his Miao sword with lightning speed, and, following the instructions given by the elders overnight, gracefully circled it above his head before striking the center of the square with the blade.
"Walk!"
His deep voice was powerful and resonant amidst the clamor of the horns and drums.
Before people could even gasp in surprise, Mu Achen, the Black Miao, sheathed his Miao sword.
The moment he lifted his foot, his domineering stride was displayed, and above his head, a faintly visible woven net appeared.
As Mu Achen led the Black Miao team into the square, the woven net above his head transformed into two enormous bull horns in full view of everyone.
The strangely shaped bull horns flickered, emitting a hidden glow.
The Han people didn't understand; they thought they were seeing things.
But the various branches of the Miao people, especially the elderly men and women, were horrified.
Even the old woman leading the Zi Miao branch was horrified. She thought the nine elders were lying to the Zi Miao branch, but it turned out to be true.
In contrast to the shock of the Purple Seedlings and other branches, the Green Seedlings' faces turned red.
What do these invisible, floating bull horns mean? How could the Qingmiao branch not know?
Now, the Qingmiao branch finally understands why the nine elders chose Mu Achen from the Heimiao branch.
In the seedling team, Yang Aze clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh; he was so in pain that he was numb.
8:30.
All the core Miao people from various branches gathered together.
The square was packed with people, except for the empty space in the very center.
Even though there was a constant stream of people, there was no chaos whatsoever.
It seems that each branch knows its place in this custom.
This year's drum festival is the most special one.
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