On the way from the wilderness to the Baiyan tribe, the first half was fine, but the second half felt like a bouncing car, Jun Qianqian had to get down and walk, she was holding the hem of her robe and cloak, and she couldn't walk fast.

"Sure enough, beautiful clothes are not made for convenience."

Jun Qianqian touched the beautiful embroidery on the cloak and couldn't help but sigh.

"The priests of the White Rock Tribe are annoying, we must surprise her as soon as we appear!"

Ana's philology seems to be pretty good.

"The devil knows how to do business well, how did the priests on both sides come to talk, I hope that my status as a goddess is enough to bluff people."

Jun Qianqian pressed her wild princess to cut her bangs, trying to expose the scar on her forehead.

When she was about to reach the Baiyan tribe, she climbed into the car again, put on a very elegant and dignified posture, pulled her car, and deliberately found the kind of two sheep side by side, the two sheep selected were also snow-white fur, with horns like discs, majestic.

"The goddess has arrived."

The layout of the Baiyan tribe is very special, the altar is located in the center of the entire tribe, everyone is waiting on the high platform, and as soon as you turn around, you can see Jun Qianqian's arrival.

"Be careful."

Luo Ze hurriedly ran over and helped Jun Qianqian get out of the car, the two of them don't need to engage in these fancy racks on weekdays, but this time she wore very complicated clothes, and she really needed someone to help her.

Otherwise, she would probably step on the hem of her clothes and fall miserably.

"Patriarch."

Jun Qianqian's expression was very cold, she nodded at Luo Ze calmly, and the acquaintances of the two trembled, it was time to test her acting skills again.

"Are you the priest of the Purple Flower Tribe?"

Xia Lan stood at the top of the altar, she was the first to see Jun Qianqian except Luo Ze.

The girl sat on a strange thing, pulled by two sheep, and she emerged from the corner of the woods, and the sun was gathering on her.

Except for the snow-white animal skin, Xia Lan had never seen such a white dress, she seemed to be glowing, attracting everyone's attention, and then slowly came to everyone's face.

The hem of her white cloak hung down on the ground, stained with a trace of dust, which actually made the Baiyan people who had always been arrogant a little ashamed.

"Beautiful!"

Pelo sighed secretly, she stood in the ranks of the Purple Flower Clan, watching her hard work and Jun Qianqian so commensurate, her heart blossomed.

"I'm not a priest of the Purple Flower Tribe, I'm a priest and goddess in prophecy."

Jun Qianqian and Xia Lan's gaze height difference was too much, she raised her head to look at the priest of the Baiyan tribe, obviously standing on the steps alone, standing on the flat ground alone, but she didn't make people feel bowed at all.

"Prophecy? What's that? ”

Xia Lan didn't want to admit that for a moment, she couldn't help but hold her breath when she looked at the priest and goddess of the Purple Flower Tribe, and this surprise made her heart even more annoyed, and the tone of her voice was even more disdainful.

"That's the prophecy of the Gaoshan tribe, and the murals of the Qingzhu tribe's sacrificial platform, which can prove my identity."

Jun Qianqian gently held the animal skin roll in her hand to her chest, and her wide, flowing sleeves hung down with gravity, revealing her slender but scarred wrists.

"Show me!"

Xia Lan finally walked down the steps, reaching out to take the animal skin scroll in her hand.

"Maybe I should ask this sentence, every larger tribe in the south has records related to me, but the Baiyan tribe doesn't have one?"

Jun Qianqian's question immediately turned against the guest and questioned the legitimacy of the Baiyan priest inheritance.

She didn't hand over the hide, nor did she take it back, and Xia Lan froze in place for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"How do I know if you're a liar or not!"

Xia Lan had no choice but to withdraw her hand, not being able to see the portrait in her hand.

Jun Qianqian also deliberately didn't give it to her, just show her if you want to see it? How faceless is that?

"How can you trust me for who I am?"

Jun Qianqian slowly raised her head and showed a smile.

This is a smile that no one has ever seen, obviously still squinting and pulling the corners of his mouth, but the warmth and closeness he shows are completely different from when he is full of food and drink on weekdays.

This smile makes people feel alienated and rejected.

Luo Ze looked at her full score acting skills and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This is her nature, she doesn't like to get along with people in the first place, erase the gentleness she deliberately shows, this is what she should be.

Xia Lan's pride is nothing compared to her.

"I don't care if I'm a god or a goddess, since you're also a priest, you'll definitely be able to preside over the spring festival! Tonight we will sacrifice together at the altar to see if you are really good or a big liar! ”

Xia Lan told herself in her heart that she must not admit defeat, she immediately thought of a way, and suddenly felt confident.

"Sacrifice?"

Jun Qianqian's face remained unchanged, as if she was asking a rhetorical question, but at this time, she was already roaring wildly in her heart.

What the hell is a sacrifice? Dancing the gods?

"Then I'll be respectful and obey."

Most people didn't understand Jun Qianqian's answer, but Xia Lan nodded strongly, so she wouldn't admit that she couldn't even understand other people's replies.

"Humph! Waiting to be debunked! ”

The short meeting turned into an appointment, and it was still more professional than who danced the gods.

"I'm going to die."

Purple Flower and the envoys of the wilderness were all placed in a very spacious cave by the White Rock tribe, and even their car could be parked in, and she sat on the edge of the car, covering her face with her heart-filled hands.

Speaking of sacrifices, Xia Lan is very confident, she will wear gorgeous colorful clothes and dance to the beat of drums.

There is a sacred stone in the Baiyan tribe, and after holding it in the hand and dancing the sacrificial dance, and then touching the fingers of each tribesman, a tiny electric light will appear on the fingertips.

"Obsidian?"

After listening to the information that the wilderness tribe was talking about better than nothing, Jun Qianqian immediately understood the mystery of the sacrificial dance.

Obsidian, also known as volcanic glass, is a kind of natural glass, and the colored clothes are probably made of animal skins and hides, and the friction between the two produces static electricity.

Could it be that there is a volcano nearby?

"What are you going to do?"

Luo Ze and everyone surrounded her, waiting for her to come up with some powerful moves to kill the little girl's sharpness.

"To put it simply, I can prepare a flame reaction, but if you want to see something big......"

With little time to prepare, she looked at the saber at her waist.

"Do you want to see the Iron Flower?"

Since she wants to make trouble, as a scene person, she decided to make a big deal out!

"What's that?"

The tribesmen looked at her like babies.

"It was a traditional firework in my hometown."

Before the invention of **, the iron flower is a very important folk celebration ceremony, iron ore and coal rich in China, from BC to celebrate the festival in this way.

Jun Qianqian has seen the videos of those iron flowers, and the beauty that burst out at that moment is really shocking.