"Dad, what are you doing here?" Wu Xiangtian asked, looking at the two tortured dead soldiers.

The middle-aged man in the black feather cloak slowly turned around and faced them, and said, "Some brute techniques that have been passed down from my black feather lineage can stimulate their potential at critical moments. ”

As he spoke, the screams of the two barbarians became even more violent, and the thick needles on their bodies could be seen with the naked eye, slowly sinking into their bodies.

Xia Qingchen had heard that in addition to the physique, there were very few barbarians who had mastered some mysterious brute arts, and they could stimulate the potential of the human body to the limit.

A barbarian with a mid-stage physique in the Great Star position can inspire a strong physique in the late stage of the Great Star Position.

It's just that this comes at the expense of longevity!

The effect of potential usually only lasts for an hour, and when the effect dissipates, the body is discarded, and the body is weakened and can only lie in bed, or die on the spot.

It can be said that it is a method of extreme self-harm, and it is rarely used in extraordinary moments.

In order to win the battle, the lives of the dead soldiers were completely spared.

Suddenly, the Wu Yu priest's gaze fell on Xia Qingchen: "Who is this?"

Xia Qingchen was about to respond, Wu Xiangtian said, "It's a friend of mine." ”

"Oh. The priest replied casually: "Where is the dead man you are looking for?"

Wu Xiangtian was ashamed and said: "I didn't find a suitable one, those death row prisoners are too weak." ”

Seeing the fate of the dead soldiers, he temporarily changed his words and gave up letting Xia Qingchen become the dead soldier who participated in the meeting.

"Hmph!" the priest said sternly, "What did you tell you just now?"

The site of the martial arts is a volcano, where the environment is harsh and full of dangers, and if you accidentally fall into it, you will definitely be turned to ashes.

Or occasionally be burned by the flames that erupt, and that is also the end of serious injury.

It is too dangerous to experience a martial arts fight there, so this is why the tribe of the priests of Wuyu does not look for players from their own people, but chooses to find the dead from outside.

Wu Xiangtian was silent, and the priest said in disgust: "Look at you, you are idle all day long, and you can't do anything serious, why don't you learn like your big brother of the black ghost?"

For this eldest son, the priest of Wu Yu is a hundred unpleasant.

Let him lead the troops to fight, plunder the cities on the border of the cool realm, and the black ghosts who went with him were killed by their heads, and hundreds of girls were captured, and the looted wealth was loaded with carts and carts.

But as for his own son, the loss of the army will not be counted, and he will come back empty-handed.

This made Wu Yao, who was one of the top ten priests, lose face.

Later, he was no longer expected to fight, and placed him in the center, so that he could inherit the brute art of the Wu Yu clan, and it would be convenient for him to use it in the cold war in the future, he could do well, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and so far he has not even learned a decent brute art!

All day long, he was tyrannical and domineering in the center with those barbarians who didn't learn well, and if it weren't for the support of Lao Tzu, the head of the top ten priests, he would have been beaten to death!

Wu Xiangtian said indifferently: "Then you think Wu Xiangtian is a son." ”

"You, you wicked obstacle, you want to be angry with me!" the priest of Wu Yu burst into a rage: "Why did I give birth to such a useless son as you?"

Xia Qingchen shook his head secretly when he heard this, if Wu Xiangtian is useless, then who is useful?

When peers are comparing with each other, Wu Xiangtian's ambition is already above the slave world, and this will alone is not comparable to the same age.

However, in order to protect him from the suffering of brute arts, Wu Xiangtian temporarily changed his attention and did not let him become a dead soldier, and Xia Qingchen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is a pity to have bodhichitta, it also saves a battle to the death.

Next, it's time to find a way to leave the Wuyu clan tribe.

But at this moment, a hearty laugh came: "Dad, second dad, I'm back!"

Ubofu's eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward to greet him: "Oops! The ghost is back!"

Xia Qingchen looked sideways, and a one-armed young man with a hideous scar on his face strode over with a grin.

Behind him, a group of people carried a large number of boxes, and also escorted many captive women from the cool realm.

He is the most dazzling junior of the Wuyu family, the black ghost, at a young age, he can lead the barbarian soldiers to plunder the cool realm, every battle must be won, and every victory must bring back a large number of gold and silver treasures and women.

The black ghost came in with a smile, glanced at the black priest present, and bent down very respectfully: "Daddy, I'm back!"

The cold on the face of the priest of Wuyu was relieved a lot after seeing him, and he stretched out his hand to support him: "Ghost life, where is the looting this time?"

He was both appreciative and complex.

This nephew of his own is really good, in comparison, Wu Xiangtian is simply useless!

Wu Xiangtian smiled: "Jiuli City!"

Hearing this, Wu Bofu was surprised: "Jiuli City is stationed in Bai Zhantian's three main military regions, how did you get in?"

Even the priest of Wuyu was surprised, Jiuli City is the second largest city in southern Xinjiang, it is heavily defended, and there are three military regions stationed nearby to defend it tightly, and there are less than 100 people in the black ghost life, how can it be possible to enter it?

"Hehe, my nephew knows some local family forces, they disguised us as caravans, and then, they took advantage of the situation to rob us, grabbed some treasures and women, and left. ”

Where did he have the ability to attack Jiuli City, it was just that a traitor helped him infiltrate, and he fled before the military region could react.

The priest couldn't help but applaud and praise: "Well done! How many people have you killed?"

The black ghost licked his lips and sneered: "A hundred, I didn't count carefully, anyway, I cut people when I see them, hehe, it's really cool to listen to them crying dad and calling mother!"

"Hahaha! Good kill! Those self-righteous cool people should try the steel knives in our south of the building. The priest of the black dragon showed a sickly excitement.

Wu Bofu was even more proud, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's worthy of my son, well done!"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Wu Xiangtian, who didn't say a word, but raised his neck high, and contempt in his heart: "What kind of strength, waste! If it weren't for your Lao Tzu being Wuzi, there would still be you standing here?"

And his son, although he was not the son of Wuyu, became the best young man in the Wuyu tribe.

The black ghost smiled and said, "By the way, I prepared a gift for Daddy." ”

He clapped his palms, and the two servants came in with an iron box, and when they opened it, they saw a string of exquisite jade prayer beads.

"This is what I got from robbing a Nirvana shop, it is said to be a third-order Nirvana, which can be worn for a long time to calm the mind and give it to my father. ”

The priest took it, his tentacles were gentle, and he couldn't help but be satisfied: "My nephew has a heart!"

Wu Ghost Ming smiled and looked at Wu Xiangtian again: "Cousin, I also prepared a gift for you." ”

He clapped his palms, and the servant brought in a container containing the head of a young woman and sent it to Wu Xiangtian.

Seeing this head, Wu Xiangtian's face became gloomy.