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"When the tribe leader is gone, you must be optimistic about the Holy Golden Beetle. I didn't expect that this Holy Golden Beetle would be so difficult. I have been trapped by the Jiulong Formation for so long but still refuse to surrender. It seems that I can't absorb the power of the Holy Golden Beetle before this regular meeting."

Several elders nodded quickly when they heard what Long Kui said. Long Kui looked in the direction where the Holy Golden Beetle was, sighed and then took the selection of his subordinates to go on the road.

Originally, Long Kui thought that after absorbing the power of the Holy Gold Beetle, he could make a big splash in this regular meeting, and at that time he could defeat the Tianzhang tribe that had been pressing on them before, and become the truly strongest tribe in the Netherworld Continent.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. The Holy Golden Beetle was much more tenacious than Long Kui imagined. Even though she had been trapped in the Nine Dragon Formation for a long time, the Holy Golden Beetle still resisted fiercely. Long Kui had no chance to start, so she could only wait until after the regular meeting.

A few days later, Murong Ningyue and his group were finally about to arrive in the Qilin tribe. Before they could enter the territory of the Qilin tribe, they saw someone coming from afar.

"Are you friends from Qianjiao tribe coming in front?"

"Not bad! I'm the leader of the Qianjiao tribe. You guy looks a little bit disgusted. You haven't seen you before!"

Soon a young man came forward and said, "Hello, Senior Jiao Po, I am Ximen Ying of the Qilin Tribe. During the last regular meeting, I was not able to participate in the cultivation level, so it is normal for me not to know me."

Jiao Po nodded and smiled after hearing this, "So that's it. Look at you, you have already achieved the fourth-level spiritual beast cultivation at a young age. It seems that your Qilin tribe is confident this time!"

"Senior Jiao Po, please be polite. Please come from all the friends of Qianjiao tribe. Our patriarch has set up a banquet to welcome you!"

Soon the group led by Ximen Ying to the Qilin tribe. Murong Ningyue and Ye Yaorao mixed in the Qianjiao tribe and seemed inconspicuous, and no one noticed the existence of the two of them.

Murong Ningyue and Ye Yaorao were so happy. Being low-key would make it easier for them to observe the Qilin tribe. If others could see their human identity, it would be more troublesome at that time.

When the Qianjiao tribe was taken into the hall, a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes walked towards Jiao Po and smiled: "Jiao'er, you are here! We have been waiting for you for a long time and are talking about you just now. Come and take a seat!"

Murong Ningyue couldn't help but feel chill when she heard the middle-aged man's name for Jiao Po. Jiao Po looked like an old lady in her seventies and eighties. The middle-aged man used such an intimate name as "Jiao'er". The scene was so inconsistent.

Jiao Po was also a little angry at this time: "Ximen Sheng! You and I are all so old. Isn't your Qilin tribe just relying on the secret method of protecting your face? Don't talk in front of me, so as not to let the younger generations laugh at you!"

When Murong Ningyue heard what Jiao Po said, she realized that it seemed that Ximen Sheng and Jiao Po, the leader of the Qilin tribe, should be of the same generation, but Ximen Sheng had some way to make his appearance younger. It seems that there is nothing wrong with him calling Jiao Po Jiaoer, but it seems a bit strange to those who don’t know.
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