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Ghost Logger Main Volume Chapter 104 The Mountain God Conference starts "Hua Ming, what have you been up to these days? I heard that you haven't appeared in the sea of ​​flowers for a long time!" Bagg's fat figure appeared in front of Qin Ming In front of his house, several flower elf attendants followed, as if they were coming to ask the teacher for their crimes.

"Didn't the patriarch tell you that I don't need to collect pollen anymore?" Qin Ming asked doubtfully.

Logically speaking, the matter should be explained, but it seems that Barger in front of him doesn't seem to know.

"Why don't you need to collect pollen!" Barger grinned, obviously not believing what Qin Ming said.

In fact, he happened to go out two days ago, and when he returned to the tribe today to check, he immediately found that Qin Ming's work records had been blank for the past few days, so he brought someone to the door angrily.

"In a few days, I will participate in the tribal competition at the Mountain God Festival. The patriarch tells me to prepare for the battle with all my strength. I don't have to go to work anymore. If you have any questions, you can go to the patriarch to ask. I don't dare to escape a few days of work. Tell such desperate lies." Qin Ming spread his hands and explained.

Although he still doesn't quite believe "this", Qin Ming really doesn't need to risk his life to skip work.

"Go, if you let me know that you are playing tricks on me, you should understand what will happen!" Bagh said, and left in a hurry.

Qin Ming didn't care about Bagh's threat, and he really didn't need to worry about anything now.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Barger is not as good as him, and in terms of status, he is one of the five clansmen selected by the old patriarch to represent the entire tribe, not much inferior to the blue nobles.

After that, Bagg did not appear in front of Qin Ming again as expected.

Until the opening of the Mountain God Conference.

The major tribes gathered on the top of the main peak one after another.

The reason why it is called the main peak is because this mountain is the largest, stands among the mountains, is surrounded by other mountains, and gathers the aura of the four directions. It is like a treasure mountain, the most extraordinary.

The Flower Fairy King and some powerful tribes live in this mountain. The Jardin tribe like Qin Ming can only live in the side peaks, and they are not eligible to enter the main peak on weekdays.

That is to say, special days such as today's Mountain God Conference and the starry moon night a few days ago will be open to all tribesmen.

Qin Ming's eyes fell on the side of the mountain.

It was a huge and towering charred black rock wall.

One side of the rock wall is extremely smooth, as if it had been cut by a knife.

Thousands of flower elves hover over this towering rock wall and sprinkle a lot of pollen.

In the sun, the pollen shimmers.

The flower elf king took the lead, and the flower elves behind him floated motionless in mid-air as if facing a wall and thinking about their past.

Qin Ming's eyes fell on that rock wall, and it looked no different from ordinary rock walls.

But looking at the pious worship of many flower elves around him, as if the mountain god was in this rock wall, he was a little confused.

This state lasted for half a day before it ended.

Then get down to business.

One by one, the tribal patriarchs led the five tribal powerhouses under his command to fly out in a row.

"Let's go, you guys do a good job." Old Linde said slowly, looking at the five flower elves behind him.

"I will not disgrace my life!" Several flower elves said firmly.

They represent the face of the entire Jardin tribe. If they were defeated early, not only would they lose face, but the whole tribe would lose face as well.

Old Linde didn't expect the five of them to be able to win the final victory, he only hoped that the five sent out could persist for a long time, as long as they didn't come to the bottom.

As he got older, he lost his desire to be competitive, and now his demands are really not high.

Of course, Qin Ming's goal is not limited to this, he wants to win the final victory and become the strongest in the tribe.

In the Nigal tribe, the three brothers can finally take a breath these days.

During the days when they were robbed by Qin Ming, their daily workload skyrocketed. Three people did the work of four people, and they often had to be exhausted before they could go back to rest.

Fortunately, Qin Ming seemed to have found out with his conscience afterwards, and never came to look for them again, so they returned to their previous workload, which made them a lot easier.

"Brother, look quickly, the Jardin tribe sent that demon!" Sanji's eyes were sharp, and he spotted Qin Ming flying in the crowd, and said in surprise.

Erji on the side suddenly trembled all over, and now he feels allergic when he hears the word "devil", and he is afraid from the bottom of his heart.

Erji and Daji looked around, and they saw Qin Ming.

Among the tribe's powerhouses, Qin Ming is undoubtedly the youngest flower elf, which seems a bit different.

Some flower elves also noticed Qin Ming, and couldn't help talking about it in a low voice.

"Which tribe is this, how could they send such a young child to compete."

"Yeah, isn't this courting death?"

"What the hell is this Jardin tribe doing?"

Some flower elves recognized the old patriarch Linde who led the team, and they all complained.

After all, the Jardin tribe has not achieved any outstanding results in these years. It is not a powerful tribe, and it is normal for the old patriarch to be laughed at for his inaction.

On the other side, more than a hundred strong men from their respective tribes got together and looked at each other.

After a while, everyone will be rivals, and some people who have old grudges will provoke each other with their eyes, which makes this tribal fight seem full of gunpowder before it even starts.

Qin Ming looked around. Although many of these tribal powerhouses were blue nobles, in terms of rank, there were no fourth-tier powerhouses, and most of them were third-tier top-rankers.

This somewhat reassured him.

He doesn't worry too much about the spirits of the same level with the blessing of the wind element, and he can basically beat them steadily.

"Old Linde, long time no see. I thought you had retired to enjoy your old age." The Nigal tribe's team was not far from Qin Ming and the others.

At this time, I heard the slightly mocking words of the Nigal patriarch, making no secret of his intentions against the Jardin tribe.

The five powerhouses on both sides were also at war with each other.

The two tribes didn't deal with each other at all, and they still couldn't let go of their grievances in this arena.

Seeing this situation, Qin Ming knew who their first opponent would be without thinking.

This competition is basically a two-two contest between the tribes, one by one is eliminated, and the last remaining person wins the title of the strongest tribe.

And when it comes to choosing an opponent, almost always one party initiates a challenge, and the other party will not refuse, even if the opponent is very strong.

This is almost an unspoken rule among the tribes at the conference. Refusing the opponent's challenge will be regarded as a sign of weakness, and the reputation of the entire tribe will be greatly reduced.

This is obviously not what the tribal patriarch wants to see.

"Hmph, Mal, take care of yourself!" Old Linde, who had always been gentle and calm, became unceremonious when facing the Nigal patriarch at this moment, and said directly in a cold voice.

"Hehe, let's wait and see, I will make all your people eliminated in the first round." The patriarch Nigal looked confident, and smiled and looked away after speaking.

Old Linde also ignored the other party's arrogance, but everyone could see that his complexion was not very good at the moment.

"Patriarch, I will definitely make the Nigal tribe look good, don't worry!" As the nominally strongest player of the older generation in the tribe, Jacques assured in a deep and forceful voice.

He was often provoked by the other party just now, and there was a fire in his stomach that could not be released.

"Please, Jake." Old Linde said slowly after a moment of silence.