The requirement for recruitment is that there must be an ancient god bloodline in the body, so that such a person can enter the ancient god trial.

And Ye Chen, outsiders, most of them can't have the blood of the ancient gods in their bodies.

The first step for these people to do is to try their best to obtain the bloodline of the ancient gods, in the land of barbarians, many barbarians have rare bloodlines of the ancient gods, and these barbarian people are the primary target of their group of outsiders.

There are many ways to loot bloodlines, but they can do a lot of damage to the preyed.

Ye Chen's eyes changed, before the recruitment ended, these outsiders would start their own actions, that is to say, in the next few days, there would be an undercurrent surging on the land of the barbarians, and killing intent would be permeated everywhere.

After Ye Chen and the others finished eating, Ye Chen left the inn and wandered around Tianshui City.

At this time, in a certain city in the barbarian land, in a dilapidated courtyard, there were three corpses lying on the ground, and next to him stood a middle-aged man in a green shirt, holding a small jade bowl in his hand, and the green and transparent small bowl was rippling with red blood.

With a hint of pleasure in his eyes, the middle-aged man in the green shirt licked his lips, and then drank the blood from the jade bowl.

In a tribe of the barbarian land, a barefoot monk sat cross-legged on the earth, gently turning the string of beads made of the skull in his hand.

This monk was kind and kind-eyed, and he whispered the ancient scriptures in his mouth, and in front of him sat nearly a hundred barbarian people sitting cross-legged.

They looked at the monk who was reciting Buddhist scriptures with burning eyes, and at that moment an old man suddenly stood up, holding a clay bowl in one hand, and took out a dagger and cut his index finger.

A drop of blood dripped into the bowl, and he passed it to another person next to him, who also dropped a drop of blood into the bowl.

There was still a fiery look in his eyes, and he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life to him.

Soon, the nearly 100 people sitting cross-legged in front of the monk each dropped a drop of their own blood into the pottery bowl, and a barbarian boy handed the pottery bowl to the monk.

The monk, who had been chanting sutras, folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name to the young man.

Then, the monk put the skull beads in his hand into the pottery bowl, and in an instant, the originally gray skull beads were instantly soaked in blood.

And the skull on this string of beads seemed to come to life, and the mouth of the skull began to open and close up and down, as if drinking blood.

In a barren mountain, a young boy riding on a green ox was waving the willow branch in his hand in boredom, when a barbarian boy who went up the mountain to collect medicine came out of the depths of the forest.

The young boy riding on the back of the green ox suddenly became interested, and he used the willow branch in his hand to drive the green ox towards the barbarian boy.

……

In Tianshui City, a burly strong man was wandering on the street, and this big man was Ye Chen.

At this time, Ye Chen, whether in terms of clothing or appearance, was a native of the barbarians.

At this moment, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly noticed a vendor on the street who was shouting and selling.

The merchant's eyes were full of inspiration, and he noticed Ye Chen's gaze, and he immediately said:

"Brother, do you want to take a look, ten-year-old ginseng."

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth curled, and he strode over, looking at the vendor a few times.

Although this vendor is also wearing the clothes of a barbarian clan, he does not have any barbarian aura on his appearance, and this vendor is exuding aura fluctuations in his body.

Ye Chen let out a rough voice and said, "This mountain ginseng has ten years? ”

"Yes, absolutely."

The vendor patted his chest and said with assurance.

Ye Chen nodded lightly and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any mountain ginseng that is more than ten years old?" ”

Ye Chen's gaze looked at the vendor.

Hearing Ye Chen's voice, the vendor's heart froze, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He shook his head, and soon said with a smile:

"Yes, but it's not on me, if you want to see it, I can take you to see it now."

Ye Chen showed an inexplicable smile to the vendor, "Let's go, then go and have a look." ”

The vendor nodded happily, he picked up the things he had set up on his stall, and then strode forward to lead the way for Ye Chen.

The vendor glanced at the burly man behind him, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Ye Chen quietly followed behind the vendor, and the two of them had their own ghosts in their hearts.

One after the other, the two slowly left the bustling street and came to a desolate and dilapidated alley.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth tugged at a smile.

Alleys again? The last time he was robbed was in the alley.

Such a familiar scene......

The two walked into the depths of the alley.

The vendor in front suddenly stopped, and Ye Chen, who was following behind, also stopped.

Ye Chen looked at the wall in front of him and asked, "Where is your home, there is no way ahead." ”

The vendor suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Chen arrogantly, at this time he no longer had the simplicity of the previous vendor.

The vendor looked at Ye Chen with a gloomy face, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

Ye Chen pretended to be dazed, pretended to be palpitating and said:

"Since there are no ginseng that is more than ten years old, then I will go."

Ye Chen was about to turn around and leave.

"Stop!"

A cold sound echoed in the alley.

Ye Chen's steps suddenly stopped in place, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

The vendor walked up to Ye Chen's side and said coldly, "Since you're here, don't go." ”

"Lend your heart for a while."

The vendor spoke indifferently, and then a black dagger appeared in his hand.

Ye Chen's eyes were calm, standing quietly in place.

The vendor looked at Ye Chen, who did not resist, and showed a trace of doubt in his heart, but the dagger in his hand still stabbed towards Ye Chen's heart.

At this moment, the vendor's eyes froze, and his gaze looked at Ye Chen's heart.

The black dagger had already pierced Ye Chen's clothes and stabbed Ye Chen's skin.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the black dagger could not be used in the slightest.

There was horror in the vendor's eyes, and a bad feeling appeared in his heart.

The dagger in his hand is a high-grade magic weapon, and even the body of the lower god can easily penetrate it, but now it can't pierce the body of this barbarian man.

Cold sweat flowed from the vendor's forehead, he gritted the root of his teeth, and the aura in his body frantically surged into the dagger, and he stabbed towards Ye Chen's heart again.

A crunch was heard.

The tip of the dagger in the vendor's hand had been broken.

The vendor was instantly stunned and horrified.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes just opposite Ye Chen's.

Ye Chen looked at the vendor's eyes with mockery in his eyes.