I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"It's just a weasel that swallowed the transformation grass by mistake by chance. It looks shiny on the outside, but empty on the inside!" Lang Tian sneered again, his eyes filled with unconcealable jealousy and murderous intent.

"Haha, you're right, you lucky guy. Do you still have Huang San's transformation grass? If you do, I'll exchange it with you for a high price!" On the side, a tiger demon with tiger ears on its head and sharp claws also laughed out loud, his words full of joking, and he had no awe at all for Huang San, the so-called transformation demon.

Their unbridled audacity was understandable. Firstly, the weasel clan had always held a lowly position among the demon clan, making it difficult for them to raise their heads. Secondly, Huang San had originally been a minor figure in the demon clan, but by chance he had obtained the precious Transfiguration Grass, which allowed him to shed his demon form and transform into a human. This opportunity naturally attracted the envy and jealousy of many of his fellow demon clan members.

Most importantly, the Great Demons who ascended through the Transformation Grass often lacked the power of their own self-transformed counterparts. The belief that strength reigns supreme was deeply ingrained within the demon race. Without the necessary strength to back it up, and having incurred public wrath, it would be foolish to expect to gain the demon race's recognition and respect. How could any demon possibly submit?

"It's gone, truly gone. The one remaining one was a stroke of luck. How could I possibly hope for such a good fortune a second time?" Huang San, though furious, dared not show it. Instead, he put on a smile and explained carefully. As a transformed demon, he was now speaking in a humble manner to his fellow demons who had not yet transformed. The scene was quite delicate.

"Alright, all of you, don't forget your business. Those humans were very cunning just now, running faster than rabbits. We, the combined forces of the demons and barbarians, are numerous, but we haven't been able to capture a single prisoner. If this gets out, won't we lose face? More importantly, we must find out if those humans have any reinforcements hidden in the surrounding area. After all, this place is only a stone's throw away from the Seventh Link. If they ruin our elaborate plan and our superiors blame us, who among you will be able to bear the consequences?" Seeing that the demons were talking more and more outrageously, one of them with a furry fox face rudely interrupted their aggressive talk.

"Hu Rongrong, don't think that you, a mere seven-tailed fox in human form, can bully others with your might. If the elders above hadn't appointed you as the team leader, how could a mere three-tailed fox demon like you be qualified to command us here!"

The tiger clan's burly men roared, their eyes gleaming with ferocity as they glared fiercely at Hu Rongrong. This fierce, murderous aura frightened Huang San, who was sitting next to Hu Rongrong, so much so that he shuddered and quickly retreated into a corner, his head lowered as if to tuck himself into his chest, not daring to even fart. It was no wonder that so many demon clans looked down on him; a powerful, transformed demon was so timid.

However, Hu Rongrong seemed oblivious to the overwhelming pressure, maintaining her icy expression as she met Hu Xiao's gaze with unwavering determination. Their gazes clashed fiercely in the air, threatening to spark at any moment. The barbarians watching the battle were delighted to see the spectacle unfold, their smiles playful, with no intention of intervening.

"Tsk tsk, look at this bunch of ragtag soldiers, actually trying to unite against the human army? They're just ridiculous!" Gu Yunzhou was amazed. He had heard that the demon and barbarian tribes were independent and disorganized, but now he saw with his own eyes the level of chaos beyond the rumors. It was no wonder that the coalition of the two tribes was defeated in every battle, never able to shake the human race's impenetrable defenses.

"It is true that they are just a mob, but that fox demon is quite difficult to deal with. The fox demon clan has always been famous for its cunning and treacherousness among the demon clan. Whenever there is an important action, there must be a fox demon serving as a military advisor to plan the strategy." Zhuang Xian also heard the conversation between Yao Man and his face. The childishness of the past has completely faded, and he looks unusually calm.

Gu Yunzhou's mind moved, and he caught the details of the conversation, and continued in an instant: "The human beings they mentioned just now must be Brother Shan and his group. No wonder they haven't returned yet." The one named Hu Rongrong just now said that she encountered several human beings. It is most likely that it was Shan Ze and his group.

"Brother Shan and his men are quite powerful. It's not that easy for these monsters to keep them. However, the number gap is too big. Otherwise, we should just send them to see the Demon God and the Barbarian God!" Shan Ze looked at the team in the picture with murderous intent.

The cultivation levels of the demon race are generally divided from the lowest level of awakening the spirit, dissolving blood, transforming bones, transforming shapes, storing elixirs, and accumulating spirits, to the final demon achievement.

The barbarians are relatively simple, from the lowest level one to the highest level nine, which is simple and clear.

The strength of this team is not weak. It seems that they are all monsters in the Bone Transformation Realm, and there is also a monster in the Transformation Realm.

On the other hand, the barbarians also had many strong men, most of whom were at the fourth to fifth level of cultivation. Even Shan Ze, a fifth-grade strong man, had to judge the situation and avoid the attack of such a lineup, not daring to provoke a head-on conflict easily.

In the scene, with the persuasion of other demons, Hu Rongrong and Hu Xiao did not continue the confrontation. However, although the confrontation was resolved, the air around them seemed to solidify, and undercurrents surged in the silence.

"Friends from the demon tribe, let's discuss the next arrangements. If this operation is a complete success, one day, the large amount of blood food from the human race will no longer be an unattainable luxury for us." The barbarian who spoke first saw that no one spoke, so he quickly brought the topic back.

As they discussed business, the tense atmosphere among the demon tribe gradually calmed down. Hu Rongrong's eyes flickered as she glanced around warily. Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, she signaled a loyal demon guard, who had always been following her, to re-examine the surroundings. After the guard quietly returned and confirmed that everything was clear, Hu Rongrong slowly began to speak again.

Gu Yunzhou's heart was in his throat just now, not for any other reason but because the strange insect summoned by Jiang Liunian was currently perched on a towering ancient tree not far in front of the group of demons. The straight-line distance between the two was only three meters.

Yet, puzzlingly, even so close, the group of demons and barbarians were completely unaware of their presence, as if the strange creature were part of the air, silently blending into the surrounding environment. Gu Yunzhou couldn't help but secretly cast a look of sincere admiration at Jiang Liunian, who continued to inject literary energy into the real-time live broadcast before him.