In the evening of that day, an old man came to the residence of the medicine picker.

"Come out!

The steward shouted.

As soon as the door opened, a group of medicine picking boys walked out, and Tang Hao was caught in it.

"A hundred herb-picking boys, all here! Elder, you can pick whatever you want!" the steward nodded, with a look of compliment.

The old man folded his hands behind his back and nodded indifferently.

Then, he glanced around the crowd.

His gaze was cold, with a bit of a sense of calmness.

The children sensed that something was wrong and gradually became uneasy.

"You, you, and your ......"

The old man raised his hand and nodded one by one, "Fifty of you, all stand up for me." ”

Among the people he ordered, there was Tang Hao.

"Ah Mu, this is miserable, we are going to become cannon fodder! If we don't do it, we will lose our lives!" Lei Shou's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled.

He was also clicked.

"Is this ......?" Tang Hao asked in a low voice.

"It's definitely a trial, but it's not us who participates, we're just sparring, and we'll die if we're not careful!" Lei Shou trembled violently.

The others were similar, and some were paralyzed with fright, shouting, "I don't want it!"

"Hmph! Waste is waste, and I don't even have the courage to do this! No wonder I can only be a medicine picker!" the steward was annoyed and scolded fiercely.

Seeing that those people were still not moving, with a fierce face, they rushed forward and slapped them a few times.

"A bunch of, if you don't stand up for me, believe it or not, I'll whip you dozens of times now!"

The steward scolded as he fanned himself.

In the ancient barbarian clan, the medicine picking boy is the most inferior person, no one looks at it, and the clan does not treat these people as people, every time there is a trial, they will pull a group of people to be cannon fodder and use them as sparring partners for those elites.

Those who are lucky just lose their arms and legs, and those who are unlucky are directly slaughtered by those elites.

Seeing this, a group of medicine pickers were even more frightened, gathered together, and trembled.

And Tang Hao's eyes lit up, and the trials in the clan were generally held in the Holy Land.

"What a chance!"

Tang Hao's heart was on fire, he was worried that he couldn't get in before, but now the opportunity was sent to the door.

"That's right, it's a trial, and you're cannon fodder!" the old man said coldly, "But if you can injure an elite in a trial, you'll be rewarded, and you won't have to be a medicine picker again." ”

The group of medicine pickers were stunned, at first a little excited, but soon, they were a little decadent.

With them, how could they injure an elite, the difference in strength was too great.

"If you dare not go, you will be regarded as a traitor and executed immediately!" said the old man, in a solemn tone.

The group of medicine pickers were shocked and immediately silenced.

"Come with me!"

The old man turned and walked towards the holy place.

The medicine picking boy kept up, and his face was like ashes.

Soon, they were taken to a temple outside the Holy Land.

"Tonight, you will rest here, and tomorrow at noon, the trial will begin......! It's all your weapons, so pick one for yourself!"

"Your opponents are unarmed, and it is up to you to be able to wound them. If you die, then you are also unlucky, and you can't complain about it. ”

With that, the old man turned and left.

Walking to the door, he turned around and said, "Don't try to escape, once you step out of here, you won't be killed." ”

After he left, many of the medicine pickers sat down and muttered, "It's over!"

There are also people who clutch their heads and fall into despair.

Tang Hao is extremely relaxed, he has even beaten the top geniuses of the Ninth Continent, how can he look at the geniuses of a group of ancient barbarians.

But as soon as he thought of the identity he was playing now, he immediately crouched down and showed a desperate look.

"Damn, Hengzhu is a death, Lao Tzu fought with them!"

Suddenly, he scolded angrily, stood up with a stagger, and came to the weapon rack.

The other herb pickers were stunned.

"That's it, fight with them!" Lei Shou clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger.

"That's it, fight!"

A few more people stood up and roared.

Those are all elites, and we are all a bunch of waste wood, and we may not be able to beat one out of ten. There are also people who are pessimistic.

Tang Hao swept his eyes and saw that there were all kinds of weapons on the shelf, and the quality was good.

Having picked and chosen, he chose a bow, filled it with arrows, and took a few more spears, which he carried behind his back. Then, as if it were not enough, he went to fetch a few more, and his back was full of spears.

He decided to play with the elite geniuses of the ancient barbarian clan first, and then go to steal the fire.

His gaze was cold, and there was a murderous glint in his eyes.

This ancient barbarian tracked him before, causing him so badly, he almost died, this revenge, he has to revenge it.

Lei Shou and the others also did the same, and they were full of weapons on their bodies.

One night, the house was full of crying and crying.

At noon the next day, the old man came in and was stunned when he saw Tang Hao and them. Then, a sneer flashed across his face.

Are these boys really ready to do a big job?

Whew! It's just a bunch of rubbish!

"It's time, the trial is about to begin, come with me!"

The old man let out a deep sigh, turned and strode away.

"Let's go!" Tang Hao stood up and shouted.

"Fight with them!"

Lei Shou roared, extremely emotional, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement.

When I got out of the main hall, I saw that there were many people gathered outside, and nearly half of the people in the clan were there, but the patriarch and many elders were not there.

Near the cave, the entrance to the holy place, stood a group of young men, men and women, all burly, tall, dressed in animal robes.

"Haha! Look, that group of cannon fodder has come out! I don't know how many will die this time!"

"More than half of them died last time, so it's about the same this time!"

In the crowd, there was a burst of laughter, and everyone pointed at Tang Hao.

The ancient barbarians admired the strong, and no one in the clan looked down on such a weak person.

"Haha! And a few idiots!"

They pointed at Tang Hao and the others, and couldn't stop laughing.

The group of elites also showed a sneer.

It's just a bunch of cannon fodder, but they still want to struggle.

"Haha!

"Yo! This is not Lei Mu, Lei Shou! Two stupid hangers, what are you going to do with your bows! You don't want to shoot me! Hahaha! If you really shoot it, then hell!"

Several young people laughed even more.

Tang Hao's eyes swept away and recognized these people.

These people and Na Lei Mu are all the same generation, and they used to cultivate together.

"Wait a minute, let's do these first!" Tang Hao leaned over and said to Lei Shou.

"Now, come with me!"

The old man shouted and led the team into the cave.