Qin Bing threw a punch, not only did he not have the consciousness of "hitting people without slapping his face", but also picked out the fragile key point of the eye circles, and the scalper subconsciously dodged, but he made this punch hit the bridge of his nose, and suddenly his nose bleeded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qin Bing shouted dissatisfiedly: "You can't hide, you can't hide if you say it's good, don't count it this time, do it again!" ”

The scalper is annoyed in his heart, this is too bullying, when I beat you, you squatted with your head in your hands, and you beat me and didn't let me hide. The scalper peeked at the daughter of the city lord on the side, and found that she had no intention of stopping it, so she could only accept her fate with a whimper.

Next, the scalper really didn't hide, not only that, but he also counted loudly every time he was punched, lest the other party cheat. After ten beatings, the scalper was dizzy and weak like drunk, his eyes were bruised, his nose bleeded for a long time, and he couldn't find a good piece of meat on his face.

Qin Bing rubbed his red and swollen fists, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Huang, it's your change, come on, come on, beat me." ”

How dare the scalper continue, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't come, don't come." ”

"You throw in the towel?"

"Admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"Well, since you admit defeat, take the bet."

The scalper was stunned for a moment, what bet? But fortunately, he was alert and didn't say this sentence, so he could only make a big bewildered expression.

"Three talismans, didn't you just say yes? Otherwise, how could I make such a childish bet with you! ”

Qin Bing originally wanted the lion to open his mouth to say eight out of ten, but when he thought of the scalper's character of loving money like his life, maybe he would really give up everything. After careful weighing, Qin Bing could only say three, which happened to be within the limit of what the scalper could bear.

Your uncle! The scalper gritted his teeth with hatred, but the daughter of the city lord was standing next to him, and the scalper could only endure it, if he couldn't bear it, the fist just now was not in vain.

Feeling that the three gold coins were missing, the scalper was so distressed that his fat body trembled, and it was more uncomfortable than killing him. So the scalper roared in his heart: Prisoner, you wait!

"Your honor, please first!"

Qin Bing's "nobleman" was heartfelt, if it weren't for the woman in white, how could he beat the scalper with a fake tiger, and blackmailed three talismans.

The girl in white didn't take such a trivial matter to heart. However, she still glanced at Qin Bing, bowed her head slightly, and then entered the altar with a few followers.

Seeing the girl in white nodding to him, Qin Bing's heart welled up with warmth. Qin Bing, who had been living in white eyes since he could remember, was affirmed and praised for the first time. For more than ten years, the waist that has been subconsciously stiffened has straightened up little by little, and the breath inadvertently emitted from his body has also undergone a slight transformation.

Qin Bing didn't look at the scalper who gritted his teeth next to him, because he understood that if he could successfully recruit the Fu Ghost to become a warlock, the scalper would not dare to come to trouble even if he had ten guts. But if he still fails to recruit the Fu Ghost, the scalper will never let him walk out of the altar door.

Stretching out the head and shrinking the head is also a knife, and if it doesn't succeed, it will become a benevolent, afraid of a bird!!

The moonlight is cold, and the wind is shining.

The soul flags are white, the hunting sounds, the altar is gloomy, and the strange roar is repeated.

The people around the altar did not have any fear or cowering, but were full of frenzy and anticipation.

The people who could enter the altar were all sorcerers, or at least those with psychic bodies. Ordinary people are not qualified to enter here, otherwise it would be a blasphemy of the sacrifice. For example, scalpers do not have psychic bodies, at most they stand at the door of the altar to sell tickets, but they cannot step into it for the rest of their lives.

Wherever the girl in white went, people immediately gave way and bowed. Qin Bing followed behind, like a fox showing off his might behind the white-fronted tiger, others saw Qin Bing follow the city lord's daughter in, and they couldn't figure out the relationship between the two sides, and they didn't dare to ask rashly, so they could only wait for Qin Bing to walk over before they straightened up, as if saluting him.

Qin Bing smoothly came to the front, and then identified himself to the presiding priest and registered. Reminiscing about the feeling of the fox and the fake tiger just now, Qin Bing's heart was very happy. However, he understood that it all came from the woman in white in front of him, from her noble status and divine warlock status.

Looking at the back of the woman in white, Qin Bing's eyes lit up with a scorching light, and his heart was full of desire to change his identity. The woman in white seemed to look back consciously, but there were too many people who admired her, and Qin Bing was at best a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning. So she turned her head away and continued to focus on the sacrifice.

At this time, a young man in brocade came to the altar, bit his finger and sprinkled blood on the talisman. The talisman swept into the altar under the traction of a mysterious force, and then black light surged, and dark waves swirled.

After more than ten seconds, a black and purple light appeared, like a bud that broke through the ground, breaking free from the shackles of the altar little by little. A strange crow-like talisman was suspended on the altar, and a cold light emanated, and everywhere people went, they only felt a chill to the bone, shivering, and the grass on the ground quickly turned yellow and dead silent.

The brocade-clothed boy closest to the altar trembled, and his lips were blue. But he raised his fingers with a face full of ecstasy and swore to the heavens - "contract". Immediately, there was a continuous buzzing sound from the altar.

5 sounds in a row, which means that it is a level 5 rune ghost, and the sacrificers who summoned a level 1 rune ghost, a level 2 rune ghost and even a level 3 rune ghost next to it all showed a look of covetousness and envy.

The level of the rune determines the number of runes it has, with levels 1 to 3 having one rune and levels 4 to 6 having two runes. Level 5 rune ghosts are born with two runes, everything that the brocade-clothed boy had when he became a warlock, but others have to spend years or even more than ten years to make runes advance and comprehend runes.

A hint of a smile also appeared on the calm and waveless face of the city lord's daughter, and she bowed her head to the family of the young man in brocade, and said softly: "Congratulations! ”

Qin Bing shook his head and reluctantly retreated to the periphery. Traditionally, the few nobles in the city were the first to be sacrificed, then the children of large families, and then the commoners. And a prisoner like him was the last one without any suspense.

No problem, wait!

Soon, the sacrifice of the children of the big family was completed, and the golden time of the sacrifice was about to end.

There is a golden time in the sacrificial process, and during the golden time, the number of ghosts and ghosts far exceeds the rest of the time, regardless of quantity, quality, and rank. And the highest level and best quality of each sacrifice are also from the golden hour.

Seeing that the golden time was over, a member of the big family said, "If nothing else, the number one name of this year's sacrifice is my Qiao family, and the level 5 Fu Ghost of Qiao Da Demon is the highest." ”

Last year, the city lord's daughter recruited a ninth-level rune ghost to win the first place, but that was a special case, in the past hundred years, the highest sacrifice was a seventh-level rune ghost, and it was usually a sixth-level rune ghost. Now that the golden time is coming to an end, everyone is deeply convinced of the Qiao family's statement.

But at this moment, there were 6 consecutive buzzing sounds from the altar, and someone summoned a level 6 rune ghost. The people of the Qiao family immediately laughed like they had eaten flies, and the other members of the big family all laughed gloatingly. Unexpectedly, someone on the tail of the golden time summoned a level 6 talisman ghost and slapped the Qiao family in the face.

The sacrifice continued, and it wasn't long before an exclamation of disbelief rang out, for the talisman that emerged from the altar was a swarthy hammer. There is this kind of talisman ghost in the Talisman Atlas released by the royal family, and the warlocks who possess it all have casting talents without exception, and they have superhuman achievements in casting. Although it is only a level 2 rune ghost, its value has exceeded the level limit, and ordinary level 9 rune ghosts may not be as rare as it.

The presiding priest sent an invitation to the person who summoned the hammer talisman, and the warlock who was in charge of recording it was a step slower and beat his chest in remorse. The daughter of the city lord who was watching also wanted to recruit her, but she understood that the small Liyang City could not retain this kind of talent, so she could only sigh.

One after another, the children of the commoners stepped forward to worship, as if they were favored by the heavens, rare talismans and ghosts appeared one after another, and high-level talismans and ghosts also continued to appear. The first-level rune ghosts and second-level rune ghosts seem to be extinct, and the lowest-level rune ghosts are all third-level. Moreover, in the past, even if the sacrifice of the children of the big family was occupied, one-fifth of the people still failed in the sacrifice, and the subsequent sacrifice of the children of the common people was all successful, and none of them failed.

At this time, even a fool knows that there is a situation in the sacrifice, not that the golden time is bad, but that the later period is far beyond the golden time. And over time, this phenomenon has become more and more apparent.

Those who have not yet sacrificed have the intention to delay their time, but the list of sacrifices has already been determined, and no one dares to change it without permission, so they can only look at the Qin soldiers who are ranked last with envy.

"This kid is in good luck."

"yes, it was supposed to be the worst time, but I didn't expect it to be the best."

Time flies, the sound of roosters crows sparsely, the white belly of the fish gradually appears in the sky, and everyone else has finished the sacrifice, and it is finally the turn of the Qin soldiers at the bottom. More than a thousand pairs of eyes brushed together, and everyone stared with bated breath, waiting to witness the miracle.

Even the city lord's daughter nodded to Qin Bing and cast an encouraging look.