After nightfall, the girl, accompanied by two attendants, came to the door.

Qin Tian and the Ring Idiot sat on the ground, and the girl looked down on the two of them condescendingly.

They were silent for a long time, and the girl took the lead in speaking: "My name is Qingyang Zhen, and I am the young master of this Qingyang tribe. ”

Qin Tian nodded, indicating that he understood, and he didn't understand it, but he also learned from it.

Qingyang Zhen twisted a strand of hair that fell from the side of his face, and looked directly into Qin Tian's eyes, as if he wanted to understand all his thoughts: "Say, where did you come from, and why did you rashly break into the territory of the Qingyang Clan?"

"Honestly, I can plead with my father to exempt you from slavery. ”

Hearing this, Qin Tian's eyes rolled, he pointed to the sky, and then spread out his hands, revealing a helpless expression.

Qingyang Zhen's Danfeng eyes narrowed into a thin slit: "You mean, you are from the sky?"

Qin Tian nodded again and gave her a thumbs up to show his appreciation.

Before Qingyang could speak, the two minions behind her both sneered in unison, as if they were looking at two fools.

Qin Tian snorted lightly, and immediately replaced his raised thumb with his middle finger, and compared them with the two of them, and also compared them with their colors.

It was naturally impossible for the two of them to understand the meaning of this gesture, but as soon as they looked at Qin Tian's expression, they knew that it would not be a good thing.

They were all furious, but the Qingyang clan was very hierarchical, and under Qingyang's true nose, they didn't dare to make trespassing, so they could only silently keep the accounts in their hearts, and if they had the opportunity in the future, they would definitely concoct these two slaves.

Qingyang was really impatient, and he didn't have the heart to test anymore, and his voice became low: "Don't play tricks on me, which tribe sent you to work hard?"

"Is it the Wujiang clan, or the Hell Mountain clan?"

"Hey, there are other tribes in the Xiaoxuan Realm?"

Qin Tian's eyes suddenly lit up, his mind was full of thoughts, he didn't know what idea he was brewing, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly hooked his finger towards Qingyang Zhen.

Qingyang Zhen's eyes showed a different color, he didn't think that Qin Tian had the courage to make any out-of-the-ordinary moves, took a step forward, bent down, and brought his head to his side.

But after all, she underestimated Qin Tian's guts.

The next scene that happened was like a thunderbolt smashing on everyone's heads, especially Qingyang Zhen, who was the person concerned, who was almost mad with shame.

Without warning, Qin Tian turned his head, kissed her smooth face, and then hid in the corner with a swish, crossed his waist and laughed.

"Presumptuous!"

The two entourages screamed, their backs were already sweating profusely, the lord humiliated the ministers to death, they knew too well the temperament of their young master, although Qin Tian would not have good fruits to eat, they would definitely suffer.

Qingyang True Qi burst out with an extremely violent qi in an instant, and there was clearly no energy such as spiritual power and true qi on his body, but the surrounding air was scorching because of it.

Her face turned from blush to gloomy, and she stopped gearing up, preparing to step forward and take down Qin Tian's two entourage, with murder in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and finally said in an extremely gentle tone: "In this case, the sacrifice ceremony in five days will be up to you to serve the great god of Zhurong." ”

The figures of the two entourages suddenly stiffened, and they silently retreated behind Qingyang Zhen, looking at Qin Tian and the two of them, their eyes were full of schadenfreude.

Qingyang turned around in a chic manner, didn't look back, and sneered: "Presumably you should also understand what will happen to you, I hope that when the time comes, you can still be so tough." ”

When they walked away, the idiot moved his ass to Qin Tian's side, with a look of envy, and asked sourly, "How does it taste?"

Qin Tian smacked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the touch: "No, it's not good." ”

The idiot glanced at him: "If you get cheap, you will sell well!"

Surprisingly, Qingyang, who was offended, didn't give them small shoes to wear.

On the contrary, the treatment of the two of them was obviously better than that of the rest of the captives, and they were served with good meat and vegetables for three meals a day.

The eyes of the people who delivered the food made them quite unhappy, as if they were looking at the animals to be slaughtered.

Quit Idiot was worried, touched the back of his head, and said, "Aren't you afraid of playing with fire?"

According to the original plan, they planned to take down the Qingyang tribe after nightfall that day, and take the first step to dominate this small Xuan Realm.

The Qingyang clan's cultivation path is very strange, and almost all of his cultivation is condensed on the physical body, and he does not cultivate supernatural powers or martial arts.

The strength of the physical body and the majesty of the qi and blood are still superior to the warriors, but the divine soul is one of their major shortcomings.

Among them, there was even an aura that was not inferior to the Jindan Realm, and they couldn't detect the prying eyes of the two.

This gave Qin Tian and the others an opportunity to take advantage of.

The enemy is clear and we are dark, and it is definitely not difficult to attack them unprepared, and take down an indigenous person with similar strength to the Jindan Realm.

And after the conversation with Qingyang really broke up, Qin Tian shouted to stop the plan.

The sacrificial ceremony and the great god of Zhurong in her mouth successfully aroused Qin Tian's curiosity.

Qin Tian was lazy, and said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid of a fart! Isn't there a longitudinal golden light talisman, if you really run into a hard stubble, Lao Tzu will pat his ass and escape thousands of miles away, what can they do to me?"

"Hey, hey, don't look at me with that kind of resentment, I'll just pull you by then. ”

...

The closer to the day of the sacrifice ceremony, the more busy every household in the tribe becomes, the man is responsible for building the altar, and the woman is responsible for preparing clothes and food, which is a kind of rush for the Spring Festival.

In the past few days, Qingyang Zhen has never found Qin Tian and the others again, as if he had completely forgotten them.

On the day of the sacrifice ceremony, the whole tribe was boiling, and the sound of gongs and drums rose one after another, rising wave after wave.

The bald-headed Qingyang Ying led the two to the sacrificial venue early in the morning and placed them in a remote corner.

An altar the size of a basketball court is stacked on top of large flat rocks to form a three-story building.

There were nearly 100 young men on the stage, with a layer of colorful dye on their faces, and a palm-sized colored feather inserted in front of their foreheads, which looked extremely rough and wild.

Someone was raising the bone hammer and beating the animal skin drum at once, and the drum sounded loudly to the sky.

Some people shouted slogans in unison, twisted their waists and raised their legs, and danced a strange dance that had no beauty to speak of.

All the men, women, and children of the tribe gathered together, and the crowd was overwhelmed, at least two or three thousand people.

"Woohoo"

A deep trumpet sounded, completely overshadowing all movement.

Everyone on the stage stopped their movements and took the initiative to make way of an aisle, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath.

Three figures walked out of it.

In the center is an old man with silver hair, his face is crisscrossed with wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree, but his figure is extremely tall and burly, his waist is straight, and he can't see the slightest old age.

The breath is violent and hot, giving the impression of an active volcano that can walk.

To the left and right of the old man is Qingyang Zhen and a middle-aged man with a face that looks a little like her.

The old man's demeanor was majestic, his big eyes scanned the tribesmen, and he said angrily: "The ancestor of my Qingyang clan left the ancestral court and established a department in the mountain for 1,300 years. The god of fire blessed the shade, the clansmen multiplied, although there were small disasters but no major disasters, the hunting was abundant, and the clansmen were full of food and warm clothes. ”

"Today, I will pay tribute to the three animals, talk about the respect of Qingyang, look at the mercy of God, and bless my clan with endless inheritance..."

When the prayer was finished, three beasts were led to the altar, each resembling an ox, a sheep, and a pig.

"Sacrifice!"

There are three young men in each hand.

The three beasts didn't have time to let out a scream before they separated.

Blood gushed like a fountain and sprayed the ground, staining the small half of the altar with blood.

Witnessing such a cruel scene, instead of feeling uncomfortable, the people of the Qingyang clan in the audience looked fanatical, raised their arms and shouted in unison: "Long live Qingyang, the god of fire will last forever!"