readx;? Xing Tian pouted his mouth, tilted his head, and scolded the fluttering guy and gave him a mouthful, scolding: "You little chick, one more to talk to me?"

Smack-

With one mouth down, this Jinluo brother's face suddenly tilted to the side, and the whole half of his face was swollen!

"One more!?"

Syllable!

The backhand is another mouth!

The bruises on the cheeks, coupled with the blood from the nose and mouth, can be regarded as a cluster of flowers!

"Boom, Boom, Boom......"

Smack, smack, smack......

Xingtian was unforgiving, opened his bow left and right, crackled his big mouth, twitched more than a dozen times, and threw it away, this Jinluo brother flew directly out of a distance of several meters, and fell to the ground softly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jin Luo's whole face was fat, he got up and opened his mouth, poof, spit out more than a dozen snow-white teeth, and his cheeks were as if they had been baked with a pancake.

This is still the mercy of Xingtian's subordinates, otherwise with his strength, breaking his neck is no different from breaking a toothpick.

"Ah, you, you dare to hit me?"

The big rooster had lost several teeth, and his speech was leaking, causing a laugh from the surrounding area.

Xing Tian sighed and said strangely: "Hey, you little chicken cub can still speak bird language?"

Jin Luo got up, bloody, snot and tears, his face was full of water, and he jumped to his feet and scolded: "Uh-ha-la-la (I'm going to kill you)!"

"You little chick, and you're messing with me?tmd, messing with me...... I'll let you make trouble with me!" Xing Tian took a step forward, grabbed Jin Luo with a swift movement, regardless of the other party's crying, and pulled it all over the sky, and suddenly the chicken feathers flew all over the sky, and after a while, the chicken feather duster was bald!

The brocade chicken became a white-striped chicken, and he was naked and let Xingtian throw it out more than ten meters away, smashing it so that there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping over there!

The white chicken turned over and jumped up, covering his lower body, and ran out at the same time, scolding: "You wait, you wait......"

The surrounding crowd was first dumbfounded by Xingtian's despicable and ruthless methods, and then they were made laughing by Jin Luo's appearance on the spot, and the whole venue was boiling.

Everyone present didn't expect that such a dirt bun who was made ugly in public by riding pets turned out to be a stinky and violent hand-picker.

Xing Tian shook his head and shouted: "I said-no one can tell Lao Tzu, what the hell is this doing?"

Jin Luo, who can be regarded as a master in the crowd, was turned into a white chicken by him, and the rest of the strength was obviously inferior, and he was even more silent and did not dare to answer.

Xing Tian glanced at the surrounding crowd, frowned, and said secretly in his heart: Strange, when did the barbarians have so many totem children? And didn't the master say that those who lacked strength could not enter the Spirit Mountain? Why are there so many totem sons below the barbarian guard level, and there are still many fourteen or fifteen years old who have just broken through the barbarian level.

"Hey!"

Xing Tian stretched out his hand and pulled out a buddy from the crowd and asked, "You come and tell me!"

The buddy who didn't know what totem was frightened, Xingtian's current image was simply a barbarian among barbarians, a bandit among bandits, and he didn't dare not say it, and replied: "The Witch God Temple issued an oracle to summon the totem sons under the age of twenty to enter the Witch God Temple to learn combat skills and witchcraft!"

"How can there be so many people? Do the barbarians have so many totemic children?"

The man looked strange, and glanced at Xingtian curiously, as if he felt that he was not messing around, but really didn't know, before he replied: "Hou Tu Niang Niang oracle, the guardian beasts of the whole world split out totem eggs at the same time, creating totem children, and many powerful totems are split three to five times......"

Xing Tian was taken aback, and suddenly remembered the "totem egg" in his body, and asked, "What do you say the totem egg is for?"

Although the man was impatient, he did not dare to attack in front of Xingtian, whose eyes were wide-eyed, and he replied, "The totem egg is a split form of the totem, which is used to produce branch totems that obey the orders of the main totem...... The branches of all the tribes in the world, their totems are all produced in this way. It's just that it usually happens by accident or special circumstances, but this time it appeared on such a large scale because of the oracle of the witch god. ”

"Well answered, let's go!"

took out a piece of the Desolate Beast Witch Crystal from his body and threw it to the other party.

Wow!

The crowd, including the young man, erupted in an uproar.

Not for anything else, it's really because this piece of witch crystal is too big, half the size of a fist, such a witch crystal, even if you don't look at the quality, you can know that the desolate beast that gave birth to this witch crystal has a lifespan of more than five hundred years, and it is definitely an intermediate sacrifice.

All the barbarians knew that any desolate beast that was over a hundred years old was already very powerful, and it was definitely not something that ordinary barbarians could hunt. Xingtian was so possessed of such a witch crystal, the totemic sons around him suddenly looked even more highly at him, and they didn't dare to offend him easily.

Wu Jing is the essence of the desolate beast, it is an excellent tonic when cultivating the power of the bloodline, or a material for alchemy and refining tools, which is worth a lot of money, and the Wu Jing the size of half a fist is worth two bronze coins.

The man didn't expect to really get benefits, and it was a huge amount of money, so he couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and quickly took the piece of witch crystal into his arms, and saw Xingtian raise his head to look at the sky with a contemplative expression, and couldn't help but say: "This brother, for the sake of your piece of witch crystal, I will say one more ......."

"Huh?"

The young man lowered his voice and said, "The Jinluo you just beat is not very good, but he has his own backstage. Their tribe is a vassal of the Fire Raven Tribe, a giant tribe of three million people in the south. Moreover, Najin Luo has a lot to do with the Flame Feather of the 'Fire Raven Tribe', and they may be looking for trouble for you......"

Xingtian let out an "oh" and smiled: "Thank you for the reminder!"

Seeing Xingtian's indifferent appearance, the man thought to himself, maybe this guy in front of him also had a strong backstage, so he couldn't help but nodded, and said, "I think you really don't know about this incident, so I'll show you the way......" said and stretched out his hand, "You look over there......"

Xing Tian looked at his fingers and saw that at the foot of the two giant figures in the distance, there was a huge stone tablet ten meters high each, which seemed to be engraved with some handwriting.

At this time, the young man said, "Do you see the two stone tablets there? It is written that the rules for recruiting people from the Witch God Temple, which have been erected there for more than a thousand years. Although the number of disciples recruited this time is 10,000 times more than in the past, the detailed rules for recruiting disciples should not change much, if you have anything unclear, you can go over and take a closer look!"

"That's very good!" Xing Tian was suddenly happy, and threw another piece of witch crystal to the other party, seeing that everyone around him was dumbfounded, how many desolate beasts this kid had killed, and he could be so rich.

How did they know that these desolate beasts were actually killed by Wu Peng, Xingtian just sat back and enjoyed them, leaving behind a lot of useful materials, and these materials were the basic materials for making brute patterns, such as the blood of desolate beasts, and something like Wu Jing, which was precious in the eyes of others, was the least attractive to him.

However, Xingtian took it out twice in a row, but his eyes were more frightened when he looked at Xingtian, and he was more curious about his identity.

The huge stone monument looked not far away, but it was not easy to squeeze through the dense sea of people.

Half an hour later, when Xing Tian appeared in front of the stone tablet sweating profusely, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and ease.

Looking up at the ten-meter-high stone stele, the iron hook silver scratch-like font on it made Xingtian sigh, it was a rare calligraphy in the entire barbarian, the pen went deep into the stone, vigorous and powerful, like a big axe cut out, murderous, blood boiling, addictive.

Xingtian didn't read the content, only looked at the calligraphy, couldn't help nodding frequently, and finally glanced at the final payment, but it was the great witch of the first hall of Lingshan - Wu Xian.

It turned out to be written by the first witch of Lingshan, no wonder the font was so passionate.

Xing Tian sighed with emotion, and then read the text on it carefully......

After more than an hour, the punishment was clear.

It turns out that this Witch God Temple recruits disciples every four years, but the conditions for being selected as a disciple of Lingshan are very strict, not only must they be under the age of sixteen, but they must also have the recommendation of someone who has opened up the Holy Domain, and they must be from several tribes with a fixed background.

In short, the best bloodline, the most potential personnel, and the most safe and reliable background are selected......

In addition to being promoted to the priesthood, the disciples of the Witch God Temple are divided into several levels:

Outer disciples, inner disciples, elite disciples, core disciples, and the personal disciples of the Ten Great Witch Palaces!

From the outer gate to the personal transmission, it is not only based on the love of some great witches for their disciples, but also on the accumulation of sacrificial points.

As for the explanation of the "sacrificial point", as Wu Peng said, it is a way to record a disciple's contribution to the Witch Temple, which can be consumed in exchange for items, and on the other hand, it is promoted to a higher level.

Disciples of all levels have their own learning ranges, combat techniques and witchcraft, or are guided by professionals.

Xingtian was greatly moved, it turned out that he was the only disciple of Wu Peng in the fourth hall, and it stands to reason that he should be regarded as the highest-level disciple of the personal lineage, but the privileges he could get were only Wu Peng's own guidance, and the knowledge that other types of Wu Peng were not good at could not be learned at all, and his status in the Lingshan was not as good as that of the outer disciples, unless he accumulated the "sacrifice points" bit by bit to enhance his true status.

Seeing this, Xingtian finally nodded, and understood why Shizun left a message to him, asking him to go to the Witch God Temple to register his identity, and work hard to complete the tasks of the Witch God Temple and accumulate "sacrifice points".

This is not only in exchange for corresponding benefits, but also mainly to improve his status in Lingshan, once he achieves a higher status, he can mobilize more resources of the Witch God Temple, and can occupy a more advantageous position in the Lich Blood War.

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