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Yan Xiang'er rolled her eyes and asked, "Ye Feng, are you interested in joining the Holy Martial Academy?" It is not difficult to enter the Holy Martial Academy with your strength. Although there is no freedom if you are not a knight, you don't have to worry about no high-level martial arts cultivation from now on. In our three hundred countries in the Southern Continent, many of the sect masters and Tianjiao have joined the Holy Martial Academy. ”

Ye Feng looked at Yan Xiang'er and smiled coldly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through Yan Xiang'er's thoughts, and said, "Yan Xiang'er, are you a three-year-old naughty boy when I am not?" To become a chivalrous man, you have to go to Middle-earth to guard the frontier and resist the cultivation of the outer regions. Ye Mou offended Danzong and Tianwumen, if I was forced to go to Zhongzhou, when I returned to Qingshui Country thirty years later, I would not see the old people, but mountains of white bones. ”

If the world was peaceful or Ye Feng hadn't created the Ancient Leaf Sect, he would not hesitate to join the Holy Martial Academy. After becoming a chivalrous guest, he guarded the frontier against foreign enemies and contributed his modest efforts to the inner region.

But now Ye Feng can't get rid of it, and he is also afraid that after leaving, Danzong and Tianwumen will attack Qingshui Country again, and then Gu Yezong will definitely have no one to live.

"Actually, you can ...... it."

Yan Xiang'er had just said half of her words, when she saw the old man on the altar in the center raising the wooden battle in his hand. Instantly! I saw that there was no longer a sound in the square where the original words were broken, and everyone looked at the old man on the altar.

The old man on the altar slowly turned around, walked slowly to the offering table, and waved his right hand on the two red waxes, only to see that the two red waxes actually ignited a faint light on their own.

Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, was slightly stunned, and also looked at the old man with interest.

Looking at the old man on the altar again, he took three steps back, picked up his clothes and knelt on the altar, and then raised his hands above his head and gradually closed his eyes.

The next moment, a broken voice came from the old man's mouth. What the old man said, Ye Feng couldn't understand at all.

As the old man kept muttering, the hundreds of Wuli tribesmen kneeling in the square all knelt on the ground with their hands on the ground, and the words shouted out of their mouths were similar to incantations, what everyone was saying, Ye Feng still couldn't understand.

This process lasted for half an hour, and as the old man with the wooden pole stood up, eight people walked up from under the altar.

The eight people are four men and four women, and these eight people are not very old, to be precise, they are about four years old.

Not long after the four virgins and the four virgins walked up to the altar, eight strong men carried four large vats up to the altar.

Four pairs of boys and girls each stood beside a wine vat, and under the command of the old man with a wooden battle, eight people in groups of two each bit their fingers and dripped a drop of blood into each vat.

After the four pairs of boys and girls had retreated, the old man took out a small box from his bosom, opened the box, and took out four red ants.

The red ants were crystal clear, and the four red ants were put into the four wine tanks by the old man in turn.

When this process was completed, ten women walked up under the altar. Judging from their size, size and age, it is obvious that they are carefully selected.

Then he looked into the hands of the ten women, and each of them was holding a tray with thirty cups on it. When the ten men came to the altar, the old man took the spoon handed by the clansmen, scooped out the wine from the altar, and filled the three hundred cups one by one.

As the ten women walked down from the altar one after another, it could be seen that the eyes of the three hundred Wuli tribesmen in the square were shining, staring at the cups on the tray with endless excitement.

"Ye Feng! I can feel that the vitality in your dantian is not abundant, and you are blessed tonight. As long as you drink the red ant wine in the cup, your dantian will be filled with vitality tomorrow morning. Yan Xiang'er stood up very respectfully, took two glasses of red ant wine from the tray in the hands of the girl in front of her, turned around and handed them to Ye Fengyan.

Taking the cup, Ye Feng looked at Yan Xiang'er, who had drunk the red ant wine, and then looked at the pale red wine in the cup, and then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

The wine gas entered his body, and Ye Feng suddenly felt that the vitality in the dantian was actually one percent more. It's not an illusion, it's a real plus.

Ye Feng couldn't help but look at the red ant wine again, and muttered: "The world is so big, I didn't expect that the wine in this small cup would have the effect of breeding vitality." Just by smelling the smell of alcohol, the vitality in my body was restored. ”

"This wine is an ordinary drink, but with the essence and blood of the boys and girls, and the jade spirit ants that can only be found in the Ella Desert, this wine has the effect of nourishing the body and qi. However, the only drawback is that every time you drink this wine, the effect will be weaker after that. Yan Xiang'er said with a light smile.

"You seem to know a lot about this red ant wine, huh?" Ye Feng held the cup and looked at Yan Xiang'er strangely.

"Of course, every year tonight I come to the Wuli tribe. Ay! It's a pity...... And that's just the last time. Yan Xiang'er's face showed a touch of loss and pain, which made the girl waiting to take the cup in Ye Feng's hand on the side stunned, and she didn't quite understand what Yan Xiang'er meant.

Ye Feng naturally knew the meaning of Yan Xiang'er's words, because when he returned to Qingshui Country, she couldn't wait for the Wuli tribe to hold a heaven worship event again, let alone drink red ant wine.

Retracting his gaze, Ye Feng gently shook the cup, making the faint blood red in the wine even, and after sniffing it again to make sure that it was not poisonous, he drank the red ant wine in the cup into his stomach.

"Good ......."

Ye Fenggang raised his hand to hand the cup to the girl, and suddenly saw Yan Xiang'er have a strange smile on her face.

That smile made Ye Feng's heart turn three times, and when he secretly said something bad in his heart, he saw Yan Xiang'er's right hand wave in front of Ye Feng, and the tangy aroma rushed directly into Ye Feng's nasal cavity.

Instantly! Ye Feng's right hand, which wanted to take off his robe and hat, was in mid-air, his body shook three times in a row, and his whole body no longer had any strength, and the whole person fell backwards with a bang.

Before closing his eyes, Ye Feng vaguely saw a large number of people surrounding him, including an old man with a wooden cane on the altar, ten girls holding cups, Barry, the leader of the caravan who brought him to the Wuli tribe, and Yan Xiang'er, who charmed him.

After that, Ye Feng also saw all the clansmen of the Wuli tribe bowing down to Yan Xiang'er, including the old man who presided over the ceremony and the caravan leader Barry.

The names that came out of these mouths were only two words, and they all called Yan Xiang'er ...... Xianggu.

Consciousness was lost after Ye Feng closed his eyes. The robe and hat fell off, and Ye Feng was like a dead man, letting the people of the Wuli tribe lift it up, and walked towards the altar step by step.