The Baxing Clan beads are a major cosmic.

In a warm spring-like planet, the governor of the Baxing tribe stood, looking out at the beautiful scenery here on the top of a mountain range.

The Baxing tribe was originally ranked eleventh, but under the terrifying rule of the human governor, he killed several races in a row, thus making the Baxing tribe the seventh place now.

Unfortunately, the governor of the Baxing clan happened to defeat a mid-level governor, twisted the opponent's head off, and the reaped trial points made the Baxing clan become fourth and the leader of the second group.

It is not difficult to see from this point that the gap between various races is not as big as imagined.

Perhaps the judgment points you get after killing a governor will make you unstoppable and eventually jump to a height you can't believe.

The appearance of the Baxing tribe is somewhat like a human-shaped frog, and its head is similar to that of a frog.

According to human understanding, this is basically like a mythical frog monster in a comic. It is just that after putting on the clothes, it is somewhat similar to a person behind it. On the positive side, you can imagine that the person's head becomes a frog.

Of course, the appearance of the Baxing tribe is much stronger than that of frogs, and at least its facial features are more like humans.

The Baxing tribe is a race that uses technology as its civilization, which is very similar to humans.

Among the ordinary Baxing tribe, the technology is extremely developed and has reached the level of a level five civilization. After the Baxing tribe became the chosen tribe, the Baxing tribe inspectors from various universes made different civilization promotions, some reached level six, some reached level seven, and even a crazy guy pushed his civilization to level eight, making the Baxing tribe completely a bug-like existence.

In the laws of the universe, civilizations outside the chosen race are not allowed to exceed level six.

In other words, among the Baxing Clan beads, the Baxing Clan is almost the only race that has reached the eighth level civilization.

In this way, in the eyes of the Baxing tribe, this world is full of backward primitive civilizations. They are naturally superior to others and noble in their hearts. And other races are all lowly races, which cannot be compared with them.

Ordinary tribe members think so, but the Baxing tribe who became inspectors dare not have this idea.

At least on the rankings, more than a dozen races overwhelm the Baxing tribe.

Take the top three races as an example, they are also existences that they need to look up to.

Becoming the fourth leading race, the governor of the Baxing clan naturally had many more thoughts in his heart.

For example, looking up at the top three...

If it had been before, it would not have such ambition, it would have been ranked 11th, so it would not have ambitions.

The Baxing tribe is always the eleventh, but its reputation is definitely inexplicable. The reason is very simple. Everyone's eyes are all focused on the front row. Who cares about who the race is below?

On the entire ranking, only the top ten are the most dazzling. Even if you are the eleventh one, you will still be ignored.

No one spends too much effort to record so much information. There is always only one champion in the eyes of the world.

The audience knows all the events and champions in the events in human history, but they can’t tell who the runner-up is and who the third place is.

The Baxing clan is such a role.

At the eleventh place, it was mediocre and had never been paid attention to except for its competitors.

"Once you become famous, you will know the world."

The governor of the Baxing tribe smiled faintly. Now it is fourth, but it is very satisfied. After all, it needs to be gradual in cycles at any time. The first step is fourth. What about the next step? Can you step into the top three positions?

Even if his mind is mature, the governor of the Baxing clan is still a little proud. He knows that this cannot be done, but he cannot control himself.

"And let me be proud and say it again, hahaha..." The governor of the Baxing tribe let out a series of laughter, which spread far away here.

All the animals in the mountains were shocked and fled in this wild and weird joke.

The governor of the Baxing tribe opened his arms and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Now is just the first step in the **. It requires enough patience and time to have a chance to gain a place in the top three. In the top three, there will be no weak person, and each one is stronger than himself.

This is a primitive planet, with all the conditions for the birth of intelligent life. Billions of animals and plants grow here, and countless huge guys, like monsters, rule this planet.

It is still an unknown number to which species of intelligent life is born, and it may take hundreds of thousands of years to see who it is.

Of course, these have nothing to do with the Baxing Governor himself. This time he came here, he was just a passerby.

Perhaps in the future, the intelligent life here will never know how powerful cosmic people will be here on the planet where they are located. Each one will make the universe shake a few times.

After the governor of the Baxing tribe made his expression serious, he calmed down.

A moment later, the sky was twisted and several Baxing Clan inspectors appeared. They were wearing super-matter armors of level nine civilizations, and were extremely powerful, raising their power. The Baxing Clan, whose scientific and technological civilization came, actually their favorite is super-high-tech equipment.

Needless to say, supermatter armor is the civilization below level seven, which is completely a sight of the supernatural equipment in theology.

"Sir, they are here."

A Baxing tribe inspector reported and stood beside him.

The next moment, a blue figure appeared in the sky, which appeared in a human form, but its hair was blue and its whole body was energetic. The other party was wearing a colorful armor, but it was almost integrated with his body and moved with the energy.

The Storm Clan, a civilized race, currently ranks sixth.

The person who came was the Governor of the Storm Clan, a guy who claimed to be the King of the Storm, and also a arrogant guy.

The governor of the Baxing tribe and the governor of the Storm tribe have dealt with, and know that the opponent's strength is also very strong and is not an easy guy to deal with. Of course, the opponent's beauty and arrogance are completely matched with its strength.

The governor of the Storm Clan held his arm and when he saw the governor of the Baxing Clan, he laughed loudly, without taking the governor of the Baxing Clan seriously.

"King of the Storm, long time no see." The governor of the Baxing tribe smiled and greeted him.

The governor of the Storm Clan raised his hand, wiped his blue hair, then held his arm back, and said, "This governor is doing well, you don't need to worry about it."

Almost at the same time, not far away, a very enchanting woman appeared in the distortion of space. She had skin similar to leopard prints and carried a pair of small demon wings. Its wings were extremely delicate, and every texture and spot were extremely exquisite. When it appeared, it stood up, holding its arm, but it held its huge peak, like a fairy who was fascinated by the death.

The enchanting woman just looked up and smiled faintly, without saying a word.

If you think it is harmless, you are wrong.

The Destroyed Demon Girl tribe, you will know that this race is extraordinary when you hear it. It is second only to the Baxing tribe in the rankings, ranking fifth. The title of the Destroyed Demon King shows what kind of strength this enchanting woman has.

It can be said that we should not look at the rankings between each other, but once we start, we can still know who will be between the three.

When the governor of the Baxing tribe saw the governor of the Destroyed Demon Clan arrive, it grinned. With its big mouth, it seemed that it could swallow the Destroyed Demon King in one mouthful.

"You look so ugly." The words of the Desolate Demon King made the laughter of the governor of the Baxing clan frozen on his face.

"Hahaha..." The King of Storm laughed, almost unable to straighten his waist.

The governor of the Baxing tribe was a little furious, but he still held it back. It knew very well why the three tribes met this time. It took a deep breath and said, "Okay, don't say nonsense. If you can come, it means you have agreed to form an alliance. What is our tribes united for, so of course there is no need to say more."

It is inevitable to point the sword to the top three.

The existence of the alliance is the first to prevent other races from occupying their current rankings; the second is to find opportunities to step on the top three.

Maybe they are a little crazy and arrogant, but they have no choice but to sail against the current, and if they don’t advance, they will retreat... They can only advance, so the establishment of their alliance is actually aimed at the top three and replaced it.

Speaking of this, neither the King of Storm nor the King of Destruction was hip-hop, and his face became serious.

This time the alliance is actually an offensive and defensive alliance. The attacking three tribes are together, and the same is true for defense, regardless of each other.

The Desolate Demon King looked at the King of Storm and said, "This alliance requires unity, otherwise it is meaningless. No one can hide his own personalities. If one party advances to a ranking, he needs to contribute to the other two races and reach the top three together."

The voice of the Demon King of Sinking is definitely a magical power that can make people's bones weaker when you hear it. It sounds so nice that it makes people sink into it.

Unfortunately, neither the King of Storm nor the Governor of the Baxing Clan were affected.

"Of course." The governor of the Baxing tribe said in a deep voice. This time the alliance was the leader, and of course it was a small calculation in his heart. For example, the Baxing tribe is now the fourth, and if it goes further, it will be the third... Perhaps the third metal tribe now will retreat to the fourth, and this relationship will become complicated.

No matter how you think about it, it has many benefits for you.

The King of Storm nodded: "No problem, advance and retreat together."

Affiliation is not a difficult thing. If you have a common goal, you can walk together. Otherwise, fighting alone will have no effect at all.

The governor of the Baxing clan said: "There are only three positions in the top three, so we can unite only three tribes. This structure is our disadvantage. Because the league in the back row does not need to stare at the top three, and just pull the front down is a victory. So what we need to do now is not the top three, but kill all the other top ten guys, so that the strength of the races coming from the back row cannot threaten us."

"When we go up, we are still working together to prevent them from hitting a sudden blow, which is considered as a defense."

"You cannot act rashly until your strength is not strong enough to move their status."

After killing the four races behind, this kind of fault, although it ranks behind them, its strength is much worse, and it is undoubtedly much safer.

In addition, it is easier to kill the races behind than to stab the hornet's nest in the top three.

As for whether the first three thinks so, they also expected that their three tribes are also prey in the eyes of the first three, and they need to be killed?

There is no doubt that the era of alliance has finally arrived, starting from the moment the metal clan hugged human thighs.

One by one, a group of governors' alliances appeared, and alliances and forces of different sizes were formed in this competition. The more the races ranked higher, the more they were, they sought alliances with each other.

It can be foreseeable that the next competition will be a war between several races and dozens of races.
Chapter completed!