The golden ring barbarian disagreed: "He has black feathers, and he is the deputy leader of the bandits, so his identity can't be faked." ”

The red slave's eyes narrowed, and a trace of sharp light burst out: "What if, he kills the deputy leader and snatches the black feather?"

Well?

The golden ring barbarian rubbed his chin and thought seriously: "It makes sense, come on!"

The red slave's robe swayed, and the power of the Moon Realm in his dry palms was surging, and a trace of dangerous aura was swallowed in his eyes.

The patrolling soldiers around them also raised their spears and slowly surrounded them.

"Eat and drink, serve this young master well!" However, the words of the barbarian with the golden ring made the people present almost drop their tongues.

The red slave's Moon Realm power was disordered and collapsed, and his power flowed backwards, causing his body to tremble: "What does the little master mean?"

"Literally!" The golden ring barbarian patted his chest: "I, the eldest son of the priest Wu Xiangtian, these are my friends, and I came to the prison today to select a few dead soldiers who are not afraid of death and participate in some battles for us." ”

"Your strength is good, I am very optimistic about you, come and be my dead soldier!"

Wu Xiangtian was particularly refreshing, or rather, he didn't disdain to play tricks with Xia Qingchen, so he spoke out.

Even the words of letting Xia Qingchen be a dead soldier were said in a grand manner.

Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Give me a reason to be a dead soldier." ”

If he wants to leave, the people present may not be able to keep him, but they will have to worry about whether they can survive.

Wu Xiangtian laughed: "First, if you want to leave alive, you have to see my face!Second, after the deed is completed, I will reward you with a bodhicitta unique to our Lounan, for you martial arts monks, the bodhisattva heart is not only a medicine that cures all diseases, but also a secret medicine for the cultivation of becoming a Buddha on the spot." ”

Bodhicitta

The name of this thing, Xia Qingchen has heard of, is a magical fruit containing life energy, and there are very few in the south of the building, let alone the cool realm?

Its function is to treat incurable diseases, and if it falls into the hands of a senior alchemist, it can exert the anti-heaven effect of flesh and bones.

And if it falls into the hands of cultivators, after swallowing it, it can help the cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

Seven nights, the lord of the military palace in the cool realm, fought on the battlefield when he was young, was seriously injured and near death, and after obtaining a bodhichitta, he not only came back to life, but also advanced by leaps and bounds in cultivation, changing the fate of his life.

Xia Qingchen's heart moved slightly, bodhicitta is equivalent to a life-saving talisman, which can play a huge role at critical moments.

"What are you talking about the dead soldier?" Xia Qingchen asked.

Wu Xiangtian grinned and said: "Simple! For our Wu Yu priest, participate in a martial battle in the volcano, you have only three endings, either die in the battle, or lose and be killed by us, or win the game alive." ”

In other words, the so-called dead man means that you must go all out to win the game, otherwise you will die.

Xia Qingchen hesitated, the gamble of paying his life for a mere bodhichitta was not cost-effective, but to his surprise, the so-called martial arts fight was actually held in a volcano, which was exactly what he wanted.

"How many people participated, and what are their strengths? What are your chances of winning?" Xia Qingchen asked.

Wu Xiangtian said confidently: "The three major priests have a total of nine representatives, and the other eight people, and their strength has reached at least the bronze level, as for the odds of winning, ten percent!"

The so-called bronze level refers to the level of the Nine Senses of the Great Star Rank in the Martial Arts Realm.

10% sure, how to be confident?

Of course Xia Qingchen didn't believe it, but if his teammates were so strong, he could try it.

"When will it start?" Xia Qingchen asked.

Wu looked at the volcano and said, "Start preparing now!"

He turned: "Drop off your buddy and come with me." ”

The red slave stepped forward, took Hu Yifan off his shoulder, and handed it to the patrol soldiers.

Xia Qingchen hesitated for a moment, but still chose to walk with Wu Xiangtian towards the depths of the prison yard, where there was a fairly well-furnished tent, and two young men and women were sitting in it.

They were dressed in luxurious animal skins, and there was a strong sense of pride in their speech, and when they saw Wu Xiangtian coming in, they had no intention of getting up and saluting, which showed that their status was extraordinary.

"Oh, Wu Xiangtian, have you found the right dead man?" the female barbarian grinned, her mouth full of yellow teeth and the smoky stench rushing towards her.

The laughter was full of ridicule.

The other man, who looked very old-fashioned, frowned and said, "What good goods can be picked out of the prisoner?"

In the face of their ridicule and accusations, Wu Xiangtian smiled disapprovingly, and put his arm around Xia Qingchen's shoulder: "Come! Let me introduce you, this is the last dead man selected by my Wu Yu family, his name is ......"

After a pause, he looked at Xia Qingchen: "What's your name?"

"Hu Yifan. "Xia Qingchen is short and powerful.

"Hu Yifan, these two are the eldest son and eldest daughter of the Zangjing and Liluo families respectively, Zang Shuiyue and Lifeiting are people from the same camp as us this time, and the two of them have each picked three dead soldiers like you. ”

Whoosh –

The eyes of Zang Shuiyue and Li Feiting looked at Xia Qingchen in unison, looking at his short size, and their brows were raised.

"Is there a mistake! You pick and choose, pick such a dwarf bean?" Zang Shuiyue was very dissatisfied.

Li Feiting frowned: "Wu Xiangtian, you give me some restraint, now is not the time to mess around! It is related to the rise and fall of our three priest families for a hundred years, do you want to harm all of us by choosing such a useless thing?"

Wu Xiangtian put his hands on his waist, showing his arrogance: "Lao Tzu is just messing around, what's wrong? What can you two do to me?"

His eyes widened and he glared fiercely at the two of them.

The two of them, who knew Wu Xiangtian's unruly character, retracted the words when they came to their mouths, and Zang Shuiyue's tone eased: "Wu Xiangtian, I have no intention of interfering with your choice of a dead soldier, but there should be certain conditions for becoming a dead man." ”

Li Feiting nodded: "Yes, at least it can't be much weaker than our other eight dead soldiers, so let's let him have a fight with one of the dead soldiers to see who wins and who loses." ”

Xia Qingchen knew that he would inevitably show one or two hands, he took a step forward and was about to make a move, but Wu Xiangtian dragged him back, hugged his neck, rolled his eyes and said: "You are the oldest, Lao Tzu said that he can serve as a dead soldier, but he can't!"

Seeing that Wu Xiangtian was so domineering, the two of them were so angry.

"Wu Xiangtian, then I want to see how you explain to the priest of Wu Yu!" Zang Shuiyue was too lazy to continue to entangle with him, anyway, the dead soldiers selected were to pass through the priests of their respective families.

With Xia Qingchen's strength as a dwarf bean, it is strange that the Wu Yu priest recognizes it, and he may want to beat Wu Xiangtian to the sky.

Li Feiting also snorted coldly: "I don't know how important it is!"

It's really hopeless to be so reckless in the face of big things!

When they left, the red slave came to Wu Xiangtian and wondered, "Little master, why don't you convince them?"

Zang Shuiyue and Li Feiting accompanied them to the prison to find the dead, just to see Wu Xiangtian's jokes.

If Xia Qingchen showed that shocking physique, it was enough to slap the two of them in the face.

Wu Xiangtian let go of Xia Qingchen, and there was a hint of depth in his unruly eyes, and he hummed: "What's the use of convincing them?

Xia Qingchen glanced at him, and he really couldn't see that Wu Xiangtian, who was arrogant and unreasonable on the surface, was actually scheming deeper than those two seemingly smart barbarian young masters!

Obviously, he can embarrass two people who laugh at him, but for the sake of the overall situation, he chooses to forbear, deliberately hiding Xia Qingchen's strength and making it a killer feature.

"However, it is really not easy to pass my father's level. Wu Xiangtian frowned slightly.

The priest of Wuyu will never allow weak barbarians to become representatives of the Wuyu family. (Updated tomorrow morning)