The three tents were much larger than ordinary yurts and were made of dark grey coarse cloth.

Wu Yan stood there, looking at the three tents, and did not rush in. She knew that the so-called 'shaman' in the tent must be aware of her presence.

Sure enough, within three breaths, an old and hoarse voice came from the tent in the middle: "Distinguished guests from afar, please come in." Immediately after, Wu Yan faintly heard a soft sigh, as if with a sense of resignation that 'it is still like this after all'.

Wu Yan didn't respond to that sentence, but moved lightly, and his figure slowly walked towards the tent that made a sound in the middle.

Since the other party has already made an invitation, she naturally has no reason to refuse. No matter what it was like in the tent, she was absolutely confident that she could handle it.

The cultivators in this wild land are too far behind those in the Central Plains, not to mention that she still has thousands of years of inheritance, extremely orthodox descendants of the Wu clan, and these shamanic exercises are no different from wild paths to her.

When Wu Yan arrived at the entrance of the tent, the two curtains automatically parted on both sides, giving her an entrance.

"There are two air controls. Wu Yan's expression remained unchanged and he slowly walked in.

The tent was lit by a bonfire, and ten shamans with colorful chicken feathers tied on their heads, or with crooked canes made of dead wood or a flat-skinned drum hanging from their waists, sat in a circle around the campfire.

Outside of this circle of shamans, in the upper part of the tent, an old man sat on a hide, not much different from the other shamans' attire.

From the moment Wu Yan appeared in his sight, the old shaman's gaze had not left Wu Yan's body. His cloudy old eyes were squeezed into an oval slit by the deep wrinkles on his thin face, and when Wu Yan stood still and looked across the ten shamans in the middle, he spoke again: "Please be seated." ”

As he spoke, he raised his cane and waved it, and the ten shamans sitting around the campfire immediately stood up and retreated to either side. In this way, the campfire is empty.

Wu Yan walked to the campfire, and a shaman next to her stepped forward and laid an animal skin cushion for her around the campfire, and she was not polite, and sat down cross-legged.

The old shaman also stood up tremblingly with the crooked cane in his hand, limped over again, stopped in front of the bonfire, sat down directly on the ground, and looked at Wu Yan across the bonfire.

The red flames reflected both of her faces, and the flames jumped and jumped, and their shadows flickered and flickered, reflecting on the four walls of the surrounding tents, like abstract paintings.

"Are you a shaman?" Wu Yan was the first to speak.

"We are all shamans. The old shaman squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, like a chrysanthemum that had dried up after blooming.

"What the hell is a shaman?" Wu Yan didn't understand this when he listened to Wu Jiang's story in Diqiu.

"The shaman is a legendary deity and our faith. Those of us who believe in shamanism claim to be the representatives of shamans in the human world, and we are also called shamans by others. The old shaman explained Wu Yan's question in the most concise language.

"I see. Wu Yan nodded.

"So, what is your identity as a distinguished guest from afar?"

Wu Yan's expression was obviously hesitant, she didn't intend to reveal her identity, but just now the old shaman answered her question so simply, which made her a little difficult to refuse the other party's question. She looked left and right with some trepidation at the ten shamans who had retreated to either side and stood there.

"Rest assured, I swear in the name of the shaman that they will never reveal your identity. The old shaman raised his thin arms, thumb, index and middle fingers, and the three fingers were stacked together and pointed upwards towards the top of his head. The ten shamans on both sides also made the same gesture, indicating that they were all swearing in the name of the shaman.

Wu Yan bowed slightly: "I am from the Lich Clan. You need to find a place to retreat, preferably one that will never be found by outsiders. ”

"Oh. You turned out to be here for the same purpose as the strange Central Plains clan a few days ago. The old shaman looked aware.

"Last time, it was one of my men. Wu Yan generously admitted: "He just wanted to find such a place, and he had no ill will towards the herdsmen on the grassland and Your Excellency." Including my visit this time, although there was some friction between my subordinates and your Excellency's members last time, I still have no intention of disrupting you. ”

"I know. I didn't feel the killing intent from your Excellency. The old shaman squeezed out an ugly smile again: "Because you have a request from us, and you also know very well that if you can't be kind to us, then you probably won't get where you want. ”

Wu Yan sneered and shrugged his shoulders casually: "To some extent, you are right. I just don't want to get into unnecessary trouble, actually, I don't care. ”

Wu Yan said such arrogant words in such a lazy manner, which angered the old shaman.

The old shaman, who trembled even when he walked a few steps with his cane, raised the cane in his hand and gently made a circle with the pointed end of the pestle to the flames in the bonfire, so that the flames of the bonfire were drawn by his strength, like soft marshmallows, and changed shape into an arc similar to the first quarter moon.

"Perhaps we shamanic followers are not qualified to attract your attention. The old shaman said this, with a displeased expression on his face, and the next words were not polite: "It doesn't matter if we ourselves are despised by you like this, but we are not just us, we are also the representatives of the shaman in the world, if because of these people, even if our faith is also underestimated, then we have to defend the dignity of the shaman even if we fight for our lives." ”

"Sometimes, a faith is really looked down upon because of its followers. This happens often and cannot be avoided. Wu Yan also understood the reason why the old shaman struck at the flame just now, and the other party wanted to fight with her. Since this is the case, then she doesn't have to be polite, she crossed her hands on her chest, and the magic power in her body surged, pulling the flames in the bonfire. A lotus bud slowly rises inside the flame, and then the lotus bud composed of the flame blooms and shakes gently on the fire.

"Perhaps. But that is not necessarily due to defeat, I believe that there is something in this world called glory even though it is dead. In this way, even if you die, you will be respected. The crutch in the old shaman's hand slid a few more times, and the strange force in his body manipulated the first quarter moon hanging above the flame to change shape again, this time becoming a common eagle in the grassland, with its outstretched wings slightly stirred, looking down on the lotus flower that rose from the bonfire.

"Then you are willing to give your life for your faith?" Wu Yan's handprint changed again, and three or five vine-like flames stretched out from the root of the lotus flower, and he opened his teeth and claws to face the eagle in the air that was also transformed by flames.

"Life is given by a shaman, and giving it is only a return of life. Why die?" the old shaman's tone suddenly increased at the end of his sentence. The eagle formed by the flames stretched out its sharp claws and rushed down towards the lotus, intending to tear it apart.

"The mantis arm blocks the car, which only adds to the joke. Wu Yan's smile carried a hint of mockery, and the vines turned into flames were thrown out quickly, firmly entangled in the eagle that swooped down from the sky.

"The outcome is undecided, and it is difficult to say whether the outcome will be determined. The old shaman frowned, raised his cane, and swung it several times at the eagle entangled in the flame vines, and the eagle burst open, and the sparks scattered like feathers. From the body of the exploding eagle, a small steppe wolf jumped up, jumped up vigorously, passed through the blockade of the flame vines, and pounced straight towards the blooming lotus.

"Moths to the fire. Wu Yan didn't care, this sudden change didn't make her look half surprised. The steppe wolf was only halfway down, and the lotus flower suddenly took the initiative to reach out, like a man-eating flower, and swallowed the steppe wolf into the stamen, and the petals were tightly closed.

The old shaman's expression was obviously panicked, and the crutches in his hand waved again and again, but the trapped Lotus Steppe Wolf did not give him a single response.

Five breaths passed, and the old shaman completely gave up the struggle, his face full of loss. The lotus flower slowly opened again, and the steppe wolf that had been swallowed earlier was gone.

Wu Yan didn't have the joy of victory on his face, he just defeated an old guy who cultivated in the wild way, and there was nothing to be proud of. This result was something she had long anticipated.