The adults of Ishimura are preparing for the opening of the Holy Path. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSome of the young people who attended the lion fight were finally ready. The lion fighting will be a hundred-year competition of all races, and only the one who wins in the end is qualified to accept the test of the angry lion and Buddha's fire. The elimination of the Doushi Club is undoubtedly cruel, and it is not easy to say that it is one out of ten thousand. There were more than a dozen young juniors from the Guangshi clan who participated. Of course, they don't dare to ask for the first. The Shi clan is a small clan, and if they can win the first 1,000 places in the lion fight, they will have the opportunity to become the priest of the holy mountain, which is what they are eager for.

The only ones who live carefree are the underage bear children. Now there is one more "stone and so on", so that the bear children in Shicun will go to the house to uncover the tiles.

When the flame reached the sky, the entire Ishimura clan set out and began to make a pilgrimage to the central holy path.

Matthew saw more and more tribes moving in the same direction, thinking about the rice that was about to ripen. This is definitely a huge conspiracy, Matthew has asked the elders of the tribe consciously or unconsciously for a few days, and confirmed a very important thing, that is, this small world of angry lions does not produce rice, and all food sources come from that central holy path.

Ripe paddy, something else!

Huanghuang Avenue, the ten thousand tribes that Ma Xiuyuan had seen on the holy mountain were just representatives of all tribes, but now he saw what was the real population of all tribes. Millions of transparent people worship on both sides of the central path, waiting for the flame to ignite.

The sky was getting darker, and although the Shi Clan was a small clan, it was close to the Central Holy Dao. According to the words of the old patriarch, it is called blessed. The necessities exchanged for Starfire will become more and more expensive as the goods become scarcer, and the tribes that can get close to the Holy Way will have priority in exchanging items. Of course, this rule does not include the mega-clans. They are giants of this world, no matter how far or near they are. All the resources are enjoyed by them first.

Ma Xiuyuan was a little reluctant to be picked up by the old patriarch and slipped by his side, there were only a hundred people in the small clan, Shi San just saw that Ma Xiuyuan was an eyesore, and he was afraid of causing trouble, so he personally took it with him to watch.

Shi San's gaze was a little envious towards the hundred great clans closest to the holy mountain, and he muttered, "When will the Shi clan have such glory." ”

"Patriarch Grandpa, why are the records of the genealogy a hundred years ago missing?"

Shi San came back to his senses, "You really have a lot of questions. I don't know about that. It seems that there was a great catastrophe a long time ago. All the tribes are in trouble. But it was the Holy Fire that saved us and kept the roots of the tribe alive. ”

"Oh?" asked Matthew, "what kind of catastrophe?"

Shi San followed the holy path and only went to the top of the mountain, and muttered, "I can't remember." The old patriarch narrowed his eyes and stared at the dancing flames of the holy mountain.

Rumble!

Burst!

Puff puff!

The flame of the angry lion and Buddha on the sacred mountain gradually spread down the central avenue.

The whole way was illuminated as daylight. The palace above the holy road is particularly brilliant. Above the market, street vendors and vendors stood expressionlessly, as if waiting to feed their animals, ruthless.

The high priest's gray robe agitated and shouted, "The Holy Way is open!"

"May the flame shine forever!"

All the tribes knelt down and shouted to the heavens.

Even the big clans in front of their mouths didn't dare to be disrespectful and knelt down one after another.

A holy fire fell, and the high priest stood at the forefront of all the races, and at the same time, priests kept landing on the holy mountain, "The lion fighting will start in three days." The Holy Word was opened for three days. Now turn in the Starfire and enter the Dao to exchange for the gift of the Holy Fire!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

The tribes kowtowed again, and Matthew saw the moving tribal brigade in the distance, his eyes fixed on the temple on one side, and the merchants scattered in the Holy Dao.

"What's the daze, don't keep up yet!" Shi San always felt that when Matthew squinted his eyes, he was like a little fox.

Ma Xiuyuan followed the large team of Shicun and marched slowly. The simple villagers of Shicun are also generous enough, and they don't realize who the little kid next to the old patriarch is.

Soon it will be the turn of the people of Ishimura to turn in the spark. Before coming, how many sparks each person has and what they should be responsible for purchasing, the old patriarch has a clear arrangement. At this time, you only need to hand in the sparks one by one.

"Priest, this man is not necessary. I just learned the art of gathering fire a few days ago. After Shi San got a stone card marked with a number, he directly wanted to leave Matthew Yuan inside.

"What are you doing?" Shi San felt that Ma Xiuyuan was a little reluctant, and his eyes widened, "What are you going to do?"

Ma Xiuyuan cast a spell, spit out a spark from his mouth, and said shyly: "That, can you eat it in exchange for sugar?"

The priest standing on the side smiled helplessly, it would be good to be able to collect such a spark in a few days.

He handed a stone tablet marked five to Ma Xiuyuan, and said slowly: "It's enough for you to eat sweet, haha." ”

Ma Xiuyuan walked up to Shi San, looked up at the old patriarch's stunned eyes, and asked, "Patriarch Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"This ...... Did you really collect it?" Shi San watched as Matthew Yuan spit out the Starfire and swallowed it back into his mouth, but he still couldn't believe this fact, after all, he had just taught Matthew Yuan the Fire Gathering Technique just a few days ago.

"Hey, hey. Ma Xiuyuan sent the spark in his body directly into the nameless karmic fire. The collection of this spark is very simple, but it requires a lot of energy, even if Matthew is far from the shackles of the flesh is an invincible existence, this spark also took a lot of effort to obtain.

"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at! By the way, what about your father? Such a large amount of Spark is actually handed over to your little doll for safekeeping, and you will be punished!"

However, while he was still in a serious reprimand, Matthew had already slipped away.

On the avenue, there are thousands of ethnic groups.

Although they were all transparent bodies, Matthew still saw different races. The powerhouses of hundreds of races are often alien beasts. There were many ancient beasts among them! This was something Matthew had never expected. He has been to a thousand worlds, and only such a world can accommodate the fierce ancient clan.

However, even such an existence, in front of those flesh vendors, seemed so respectful that they did not dare to have the slightest disrespect.

Matthew kept walking. On this central holy path, there is no one to stir things up, so he can move forward boldly and confidently.

Grain stores and weapons shops are always the most lively. For the tribe to survive, both are indispensable.

When Matthew was passing by the grain store, he was kicked by a big worm. Centipede?

"Boy, did you do it on purpose?"

Matthew Yuan saw that this big insect was mixing himself, and he looked arrogant, and raised his eyebrows: "How great are your legs?"

"You!"

"What's the matter?

The hundred-legged worm's big-eyed bubbles turned, "You give me time to breathe, and immediately kowtow and admit your mistake." Otherwise, if you go out of the Holy Dao, you will be broken into thousands of pieces. ”

"Hehe, who wouldn't scare people? Don't apologize to the master, beware of barefoot!"

Purple light appeared on the centipede's body, but the grain line of rice struck on the iron sheet, and a cold snort made the centipede suddenly frightened, and quickly bowed its head and left, not daring to be angry.

Matthew glanced at the grain store guy who continued to buy rice, and headed in one direction.

The business of the sugar painting stall was bleak, but Ma Xiuyuan saw a glimmer of light and stepped forward quickly.

"Master, let's skewer the candy man. ”