The deeper he went into this ancient and majestic city, the more the shock and confusion in Meng Siao's heart sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

No matter how you look at it, the barbarians in this city are no different from the people of Dali and the people on the Zhongzhou continent. Moreover, compared to the people on the Zhongzhou Continent, they were born with strength, comparable to the strength of monks!

If it is such a barbarian, crossing the red plains, turning over the barren mountains, towards Dali, towards the Zhongzhou continent to take their steps of conquest-

It was really hard for Meng Siao to imagine how much time he could withstand under such circumstances, just with the two million troops stationed outside the Barren Mountain Range.

"Azmo. Just as he was deep in thought, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, followed by a palm like a fan, slamming him on the shoulder, "Look at the way you look, you must have fought with those monks." ”

Meng Si looked back in astonishment, only to see a barbarian dressed exactly like the previous disciple of the Barbarian Temple who had been blasted into the stone wall by him with a punch, looking at him with a grin.

Azmo –

Meng Siao was just stunned for a moment, and then realized that this disciple of the Barbarian Temple who didn't know what the name was, had recognized the wrong person.

His current appearance and body shape are completely based on the transformation of the Savage Temple disciple he encountered in the Barbarian Mountain Range, although a little adjustment has been made in some aspects, but, on the whole, it is not much different from the Savage Temple disciple.

Obviously, the Savage Temple disciple in front of him had mistaken himself for that person.

"What about you, what's the problem?" This disciple of the Barbarian Temple, seeing that Meng Siao didn't respond for a long time, immediately stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Didn't you hurt your brain by those monks and become a fool?"

"Boring. Meng Siao rolled his eyes, his tone was light, and he didn't look too lazy to talk to him.

This is a complete imitation of the character of the Savage Temple disciple who was blasted into the rock wall by his punch.

Sure enough, the disciple of the Barbarian Temple in front of him was not surprised at all by this roll of his eyes, but laughed and said, "Why, I said it." ”

"Idiot. Meng Siao simply turned around and ignored him.

"Hey, it's rare to meet, do you treat your old friend like this?" The Savage Temple disciple couldn't help but say, put his arm around his shoulder, pointed to the big pants he was wearing with a smile, and said with a wicked smile: "Even the 'god coat' was blown up, that battle, it was very hard, right? Haha, speaking of which, where did you get such a big pair of pants and wear them on you, it's really nondescript, hahahaha!"

Meng Siao squinted at him, moved his shoulder, flicked his hand away, and continued to walk forward expressionlessly.

"Hey, let's talk about it. The disciple of the Savage Temple chased after him from behind, "Anyway, we are going to go to the temple of this 'Great Wilderness City' together to restore our lives, and let's exchange our achievements." ”

"Not interested. Meng Siao didn't look at him either, and continued to walk forward.

Although he could figure out how to imitate the Wild Temple disciple named Azmo, the contact between the two was too short, and even if he counted the time he had fought with Canglan River, it would definitely not add up to a stick of incense.

If it weren't for the fact that this person's character was too obvious, in such a short period of time, I am afraid that it would not be enough to figure out one-twelfth of his character, let alone imitate.

Although he is now foolish, he knows the truth that if he says too much, he will lose, and the disciple of the Barbarian Temple in front of him is clearly that Azmo's friend, as long as he deals with it a little wrong, he is afraid that the other party will be able to detect it.

Therefore, cherishing words like gold is the best choice.

"You're boring. The Savage Temple disciple shrugged his shoulders and walked side by side with him, saying to himself, "I killed seventeen monks, and five of them seem to be an elite disciple of some sect. Tsk, it seems that our Jiuli people are really too low-key, and the low-key makes these monks think that as long as they send some cats and dogs, they can snatch the treasure left by the 'barbarian gods' from us......"

He was still babbling to himself, but Meng Siao couldn't listen to the rest of the words.

In his mind, when he heard the words "Jiuli Clan", there was a bang, as if a lightning bolt crossed his sea of consciousness, making him vaguely aware of something.

Barbarians, this is what these outsiders call the people of this race, and through Guò's observation these days, he has found that the barbarians in the barren mountains and these barbarians behind the red plains are fundamentally two completely different existences—

The barbarians in the barren mountain range are completely demon beasts in human skin, they are born with divine power, and their combat power is comparable to that of monks, but they have no wisdom, they just rely on brute force and instinct to fight.

And the barbarians in this "Great Wilderness City" not only have the strength that is not inferior to the barbarians in the barbarian mountain range, but also have the wisdom that they are difficult to compare. They even have a "faith" that only a mature civilization can appear.

Ever since he entered this majestic ancient city, he had been thinking about this question in his mind.

Until, from the mouth of the chattering Savage Temple disciple beside him, he heard the words "Jiuli Clan".

There is no doubt that this is the real racial name of these barbarians in this majestic ancient city, Jiuli Clan, these three words made him think of the "Jiuli Totem" the size of a seal that he got from the spatial cave of the "Tomb Zhenren" in the Origin Ring in an instant.

On the "Jiuli Totem" pillar, which is only the size of a seal, there is a lifelike portrait at the beginning.

If I didn't guess wrong, the deity of this statue should be the source of the belief that he heard along the way, "Blessed by the Barbarian God", the powerful figure who was revered as a "barbarian god" by the Barbarian Temple.

Jiuli clan, the "barbarian god", and this mini "Jiuli totem" pillar in his hand -

Could it be that the treasure left by the so-called "barbarian god" to these Jiuli people is the "Jiuli Treasure House" that he has never had a clue about?

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" he frowned.

"What is such a coincidence?" the disciple of the Savage Temple leaned forward and asked.

"Nothing. Meng Siao still pretended to be expressionless, and said in a light tone, "I doubt that there will be a traitor on our side, otherwise, how would those monks know about the treasure of the 'barbarian god'?"

The disciple of the Savage Temple scratched his head, looked at him a little strangely, shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "You lonely guy, you shouldn't know about that incident, right?"