After the dance, Xia Lan also touched her fingertips with everyone, and everyone could see the electric light of their fingertips, as well as the ** touch from the skin, and couldn't help but sigh at the arrival of miracles.

Even Jun Qianqian stretched out her hand to Xia Lan, looking forward to a miracle.

"How! Convincing? ”

Xia Lan touched Jun Qianqian's fingertips, and sure enough, the electric light crackled.

"Hmm."

Jun Qianqian remained silent, confirmed that this was indeed static electricity, and gave her a sweater, she could make a bigger battle than this.

But her purpose was to touch Xia Lan's colorful clothes, and the smooth fabric slipped out of her hands.

Sure enough, it was silk.

Seeing Jun Qianqian's distracted appearance, Xia Lan became even more proud, she took off her colorful clothes preciously, folded them in the hands of the guards, and urged that it was Jun Qianqian's turn to play.

"Is it my turn?"

Jun Qianqian was still in a daze, feeling that her fingers were gently pinched by Luo Ze, and the colorful clothes had been put away, she finally came back to her senses.

She stood up, dressed in a white skit, and now she was no longer as dazzling as in the sun, and by the firelight, the white was only reflected in a dull orange.

But she calmly walked to the altar, measured the distance, and Daze sent the molten iron up and down.

"Everyone, lean back, stay away, and be careful of getting hurt."

When watching Xia Lan's sacrificial dance, everyone was very close, and Jun Qianqian beckoned everyone to stay away.

At first, the people of the Baiyan tribe were still a little unhappy, but when they saw that the people of the Purple Flower and Yuan Ye tribes immediately retreated, they had no choice but to follow and distance themselves.

Seeing that the clansmen were about to retreat to the edge of the clearing, Xia Lan was very dissatisfied.

"Why are we so far away? What kind of tricks is she going to play? ”

Xia Lan took a few steps back, then stood still, Jun Qianqian didn't care, she finally picked up the long-handled wooden spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of molten iron, took a deep breath, and threw the molten iron into the air with all her might!

At this moment, it was as if the night sky had been split, presenting a spectacle that no one had ever seen before!

The golden-red molten iron formed an arc in the air, and instantly exploded into countless shimmering rains of light, as if the heavenly river had fallen, and they all fell on the altar!

"Ah——!h

Xia Lan was startled by the iron flower that was thrown away, and hurriedly retreated with a scream.

But I saw Jun Qianqian splashing out another spoonful of molten iron, and the firelight bloomed above her head again, like a meteor, like a neon-like whisker, from the ground, rushing into the sky, scattered in the world, fleeting, brilliant and dazzling.

Someone seems to have played high, she still thinks that the height is not ordinary enough, she jumps up and splashes the molten iron into the air, there is only one person on the altar, she has forgotten that she should hold the shelf of the goddess, I saw her laughing non-stop, and waved to Luo Ze from time to time.

The black eyes passed through the falling light curtain and looked into the purple eyes, and at this moment, it seemed that there were only these two people left in the heaven and earth, and the entire galaxy in between.

"Is it pretty?"

Jun Qianqian asked, she even subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch the falling sparks, but fortunately, when it fell into her hand, the molten iron had cooled into a light black ash.

"Pretty."

Exclamations sounded around the altar one after another, and everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of them, only Luo Ze looked at her stupidly, and the sparks in the sky illuminated her face, and the sparks in the sky fell in her eyes.

Hitting the iron flower is a hard job, and soon Jun Qianqian can't jump, and her arms are sore.

With only a little base left, she threw the last spoonful into the air, threw the burning wooden spoon into the bucket next to her, and happily jumped off the altar.

"How's it going? Is it enough to pull the wind? ”

Jun Qianqian, who had a successful performance, was elated, in her previous life, she liked to watch fireworks shows very much, and she was closest every time, listening to the earth-shattering fireworks, and leaning her neck to cervical spine pain.

Such a short-term beauty has a natural yearning for human beings.

"You didn't get hot, did you?"

Roze looked her exposed skin back and forth.

"Nope!"

Jun Qianqian didn't know if she was lucky, she was a novice, she didn't let any sparks fall on her, she turned around twice to show Luo Ze and the others, and the people of Purple Flower breathed a sigh of relief.

The rest of the tribes were stunned by the shocking performance.

The Baiyan tribe has no murals, no writings, and no prophecies, leaving only a beautiful colored dress that seems to be absent from the world, and a legend about the fire dragon.

That legend was known only to the priests of the past dynasties, that is to say, only Xia Lan knew, and in the firelight, she stared at Jun Qianqian's figure except for being frightened at the beginning.

The girl wore simple clothes, except for the bone necklace around her neck, she did not wear any jewelry, her long hair was neatly coiled, and the whole person was more petite and exquisite, and a tender green cloth flower was embellished in the hair, looming with her jumping.

"Fire dragons can dance in flames."

Could it be that this little girl is really a priest and goddess?

"I've passed the priesthood level, right? Do you want to do business with Purple Flower? ”

Jun Qianqian walked up to Xia Lan, tilted her head and approached her to ask her.

Xia Lan was still in a daze, and when she looked up, she saw an enlarged face, Jun Qianqian was still looking at her with a smile, and she didn't have the temperament of being clean and dusty during the day.

"Who the hell are you?"

Xia Lan stared at Jun Qianqian vigilantly.

"My name is Qianqian, I am a citizen of the Purple Flower Clan, and I am also a priest and goddess in the prophecy, my tribe has come with peace and prosperity, and I hope that the Baiyan tribe can ally with us."

Jun Qianqian introduced herself very seriously, and almost stretched out her hand to shake her.

"By the way, don't you really have any legends related to me?"

Jun Qianqian is still very concerned, if the Baiyan tribe has nothing to do with the legend, this clue will be difficult to classify, and there must be a demon if something goes wrong, so she has to pay more attention.

"You are a fire-breathing dragon, and the mountains will be devoured by you!"

In the legend of the White Rock Tribe, the fire dragon is not auspicious, and now Xia Lan's vigilance has reached the extreme.

"I'm not Charizard, I'm not pica, and I'm not interested in eating dirt at all!"

Jun Qianqian's heart moved, and she couldn't cry or laugh on her face.

"But the molten iron I just poured in the air is extracted from iron ore, and it can also be used to make weapons, and the magnet produced by your tribe is iron ore."

Jun Qianqian looked at Luo Ze, and he really understood immediately, and handed over the short knife he was wearing.

"This is a weapon made of iron, you see if it's good or not, we want this thing, and we exchange it for iron ore with you!"

Jun Qianqian couldn't help but pull Xia Lan over, and stuffed the short knife into her hand with the scabbard, Xia Lan came back to her senses for a while, and then pulled out the blade with a bang.