"Greetings, Great Elder Gesang!"

If you want to act, you have to do it in full. Ye Wuque also imitated the etiquette of the grassland and bowed slightly to Great Elder Gesang, and spoke like this.

"The Lord of Jiujie Valley is the benefactor of my Changsheng Grassland and the nine tribes. I didn't expect that I could really see the true face of the Lord of Jiujie Valley ten years later, and he was... so young! It really opened my eyes!"

The voice of Great Elder Gesang sounded with a hint of amazement. In his perception, the Lord of Jiujie Valley in front of him was surging with an unfathomable aura all over his body, and he couldn't see through it at all!

Just like ten years ago! It's just that

the Lord of Jiujie Valley ten years ago left only a vague back to the nine tribes of Changsheng Grassland, and did not reveal his true face. He only knew that he was very young.

Seeing him again today, Great Elder Gesang was even more shocked!

He already knew that the Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley had shattered hundreds of miles of land with one foot, subdued the Tiger Warriors, and injured Aguli with one hand. Although he had imagined that he was young enough, he was still deeply shocked when he met him!

At this age, he looked only twenty years old!

It was incredible!

But after all, Elder Gesang had been polished by the years, and his heart had long seen through the world. His face did not change at all while his thoughts were surging, and his enthusiastic voice followed.

"Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley has come to my Kuangfeng Tribe. This is the honor of this old man and the entire tribe! Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley, please come in and accept the hospitality of my Kuangfeng Tribe!"

"Please!"

Slightly sideways, Elder Gesang made an invitation gesture to Ye Wuque.

"You're welcome, Elder Gesang."

Ye Wuque responded with a faint smile, and then followed Elder Gesang to the Kuangfeng Tribe.

Based on the reputation of the Lord of the Nine Tribulations Valley, there was no need to be polite at this time. The pride that should be there should still be there, which is in line with this identity.

As Ye Wuque officially stepped into the territory of the Kuangfeng tribe, he immediately felt a kind of grassland style. There was a fragrance everywhere, as if mixed with the aroma of meat and wine, which made people unable to help but have a strong appetite.

And from those felt tents, there were eyes full of curiosity, awe, and reverence. There were old and young, all focused on Ye Wuque.

After all, for the Changsheng Grassland, the title of "Nine Tribulations Valley Master" is indeed amazing!

Half a quarter of an hour later, under the leadership of Elder Gesang, everyone came to a huge golden felt tent that stood out like a crane among chickens!

Ancient, luxurious, and mysterious!

Around the golden felt tent, there were embroidered patterns, with a sense of roughness and wildness, but more of a sense of freedom.

"Valley Master, please!"

Reaching out and pulling open the curtain of the felt tent, Elder Gesang made an invitation gesture to Ye Wuque. Ye Wuque smiled lightly and stepped into the golden felt tent.

The next moment, Ye Wuque felt that he had entered another world!

The golden felt tent was surprisingly spacious. The ground was covered with an ancient and gorgeous carpet, which was fluffy. When you stepped on it, it was as if you were stepping on the clouds, giving you a sense of lightness. The top of the tent was inlaid with pieces of strangely shaped stones, from which a bright light shone, illuminating the entire tent!

Although the tent was airtight, Ye Wuque did not smell any bad smells between his nose wings. Instead, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, which had a sense of antiquity. It was obvious that the best incense was burning.

As for the layout of the tent, it was also very gorgeous!

Thrones wrapped in colorful animal skins lay there, and in front of them was a wine table with dried fruits and specialties unique to the grassland, giving people a breath of life.

"Valley Master, please take a seat!"

Elder Gesang immediately invited Ye Wuque to take a seat, of course, the most honorable seat. Ye Wuque nodded and sat down. Suddenly, a sense of wrapping and softness that was all over his body came to his mind. This animal skin throne was obviously very comfortable.

I have to say that everything on this prairie is really special.

Clap!

Seeing Ye Wuque sitting down, the smiling elder Gesang immediately clapped his hands gently. Soon, the curtain was opened again, and five graceful women from the Wind Tribe came in with trays and placed them on the wine table in front of Ye Wuque with great respect.

At the same time, there was also an exquisite silver wine bottle filled with milky white fragrant wine!

"Valley Master, these are some specialties of the Wind Tribe. Although they are not so precious, they are also unique in taste. Please taste them. And this horse milk wine is a specialty of the grassland. Please don't dislike it."

Elder Gesang, who had also sat down, smiled warmly at Ye Wuque.

The woman from the Wind Tribe immediately stepped forward and poured Ye Wuque a glass of horse milk wine. The milky white wine accumulated in the cup, exuding a natural wine aroma, which made Ye Wuque's eyes light up.

He didn't have many hobbies, and food and wine were the two things he cared about most. Seeing this mare's milk wine that he had never drunk before, he was quite curious.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Elder Gesang!"

Ye Wuque smiled faintly and drank the wine glass. Suddenly, the mellow and warm aroma of the wine exploded in his stomach, with a primitive roughness and freedom, which made people have endless aftertaste!

"Good wine! The flavor and style of the grassland are really nostalgic!"

With a smile and praise, Ye Wuque sincerely played the role of the master of Jiujie Valley.

Plop!

At this moment, three strong men from the Kuangfeng tribe carried a huge grill and a lamb that had been cleaned long ago into the felt tent and began to roast the whole lamb familiarly.

Soon Aguli also came and sat next to Ye Wuque. For a while, the whole felt tent was full of laughter and conversation. Elder Gesang lived a long time and told Ye Wuque all kinds of ancient legends on the grassland, which opened Ye Wuque's eyes and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The roasted whole lamb tasted extremely tender, which made Ye Wuque very happy.

But just after three rounds of drinking, the curtain was opened again, and a figure as strong as a mountain stepped into the golden felt tent like a giant!

This was a man who looked like a lion!

His upper body was naked, and his bronze body was as hard as a rock, flowing with a faint golden glow. It was obvious that his body contained a terrible power of raging waves!

He walked with the steps of a dragon and a tiger, his face was rough, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, like a lion king lying in the grass, ready to attack at any time!

Aguli was just a little brother in front of this person.

As this person stepped into the golden felt tent, Aguli, who was originally sitting upright, stood up immediately, bowed to this person, and said with conviction: "Eternal Heaven praises the warrior, the strongest person in the Storm Tribe!"

This person nodded slightly to Aguli, then bowed to the Great Elder Gesang and said with a loud voice: "Badolu greets the Great Elder!"

"Good boy, you are back, you have worked hard on the hunting trip."

The Great Elder Gesang showed a kind and satisfied smile on his face.

Aguli can be convinced to call him the strongest person!

And he can make the Great Elder Gesang show such an expression!

There is only one person in the entire Storm Tribe, the first god of war... Badolu!