The mountain wind hunted, blowing the knee-high weeds on the high slopes to one side. Under the high slope, there is a mountain ravine, with thistles and a few small yellow flowers in full bloom.

A young girl in a short skirt in a plain linen skirt sprinted barefoot among the thistles and headed straight for the small yellow flowers. Her skin is extremely fair, white and red, there are one or two fine beads of sweat hanging on the clear forehead, the middle of her forehead seems to be born with a five-shaped green leaf, there is a trace of purple in the pure and flawless black pupils rippling in the depths, and a long hair with a different color is tied to the back of her head with a red grass root.

Just as she was about to approach the gardenia with its yellow flowers, a glowing black and glowing poisonous pit poked out of the thistle bush like lightning, stretched out its fangs and bit down on her bare white calf.

The girl's reaction was also extremely fast, and she deftly turned to one side, and her left calf crossed a curved arc in the air, dodging away. However, the poisonous spotted pit pit seemed to have chosen its target early, and its attack line remained unchanged, directly attacking the crook of her right leg that was leaning on the fulcrum of her body.

"Woooooooo

At this moment, a thick wooden arrow made of unknown wood shot at it, instantly piercing the round head of the poisonous spotted pit viper.

The girl just stabilized her figure, and looked up, and there was a young man of her own age standing in the wind on the high slope.

The young man held a bow of black wood, wore a brown kudzu robe, and wore a short otter skin skirt around his waist, and smiled at her with a sunny smile on his wheat-yellow face.

"Thank you, my name is Kudzu, what's your name?" asked Kudzu with a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"I've heard of kudzu in the Zangqiu tribe for a long time. The boy waved, "But I can't say my name, I'm from the Ministry of Living." His voice is a little mature in his immaturity, and he is in the period of voice change.

"Oh. A hint of disapproval flashed across the girl's face.

......

The picture cuts to an abrupt end, and what happens after that?

In the world of jade beads, under the shadow of the giant tree, the mysterious girl pondered, and a trace of ripples in her eyes that were as calm as water moved gently, and purple appeared.

"So I'm Kudzu from Zangqiu!" she murmured silently.

Wei Zhen sat on the ground in despair, and the joy brought by the epiphany was dispersed by the last scene, the tall and thin old man with a dark face he had never seen, but the four words that seemed to represent the judgment of fate - "You are a sinner", and the cursed thoughts of many strange figures, actually made him have an innate sense of familiarity, as if the strange scene like a flash in the pan had existed a long time ago and was engraved in the depths of his soul.

Xiang Wuyi was also pondering, and the essence in her narrow silver pupils flickered, drifting between Wei Zhen and the jade bead on his chest. She was vaguely aware of the changes that had just happened to Wei Zhen, and then she clearly noticed a wisp of soul fluctuations coming from the jade bead, the demon clan because of the existence of the demon soul, and although she was not a demon general, she was also extremely sensitive to the changes in the soul because of the power of the bloodline.

"What kind of spiritual weapon is this jade bead? Is it a spiritual treasure? What kind of monster is there in it? I have to ask Grandpa Bai Ze when I go back, his old man gave this black guy 'Tianxing Flower' that day, saying that it was to form a good fate with me, what is this good fate?"

She was thinking about it in a mess, but a sentence suddenly came out of her mouth. "Wei Zhen, you're no longer cultivating, aren't you going to participate in the Slave Courtyard Competition?"

Wei Zhenru was awakened by a word in a dream, and said "oh", but Xiang Wuyi continued: "You are tired tonight, why don't you continue tomorrow." ”

He glanced up at her, but did not speak, but nodded blankly, and lay down on the spot, vaguely thinking about the strange scene.

"This black guy has a lot of secrets, and his ugly little monster that has been sold. Xiang Wuyi blinked her narrow eyes and thought.

The next day, there was a sea of people on the slave courtyard square, and there was an endless stream of people who signed up for the three-year competition, and the prizes were still secondary, and most of them were eager to get out of slavery and restore their freedom.

Seeing that there were too many people, the new head of the courtyard, Zhuge Zhun announced another rule on the spot, anyone who participated, there was no limit to the means, life and death.

As soon as this rule was announced, many people immediately retreated, and some people who had reported their names immediately chose to quit.

The registration lasted for three days, and nearly a thousand new and old disciples chose to participate in the competition, and Wei Zhen got the number of four, five, seven.

Du Xiaoqiu and Fang Yan signed up one day earlier than him, and the numbers of the two were 324 and 388.

Dabi's time was set for the second day of the end of registration, and all the disciples had one day to prepare, and the three of them took the number plate and looked at each other, their eyes flashing with encouragement to each other.

After the breakup, Wei Zhen did not return to the wooden house, but went directly to the beach, and only came back in embarrassment in the evening.

Xiang Wuyi saw that he was soaking wet, but he didn't bother to scrub it, and he was busy in the hut alone, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at her.

"What are these?" she couldn't help but ask as she saw Wei Zhen pour out a hundred or so small blue insects the size of a fingernail from a bottle.

Wei Zhen still didn't answer, stretched out his fingers to crush a small blue worm, squeezed out a little juice, dripped it into a vial on the table, and then concocted it in the same way.

Xiang Wuyi glanced at him, and he took a small blue worm, the snake's tail fell lightly, crushed it, and then the snake core touched the green insect juice, and quickly retracted back, and a trace of disdain suddenly flashed in the silver pupils.

It wasn't until Wei Zhen pinched all the hundreds of blue-colored insects to death and extracted a handful of insect juice that she sneered: "The paralyzing venom of this sea insect can only be used to the maximum when it is alive, and a stupid extraction method like yours can be considered good if it has two or three tenths of the effect left." ”

These blue-colored insects are the "sea nose worms" that Wei Zhen took a lot of effort to catch with his own bait, and he originally intended to smear the insect juice on the short sword given to him by Fan Tian, as long as the opponent is scratched on the skin, the body will be paralyzed for a moment, which can be regarded as a tricky way to win.

Seeing Wei Zhen staring at him in a daze, Xiang Wuyi smiled proudly, and said lightly: "Forget it, you saved me, I sucked your star power again, and this girl will send a little saliva." Turn your head away!" A look of shame appeared in her expression.

Wei Zhen turned his head according to his words, and suddenly smelled an inexplicable fragrance in his nose, and the thought in his mind was like lightning, and he suddenly remembered the scene when the two of them met for the first time when they were poisoned, and immediately held his breath.

"Okay, count yourself as clever! Actually, you don't have to be afraid, you have eaten the elixir containing my essence and blood, and you are immune to my own poison. Xiang Wuyi said in a small voice behind him.

Wei Zhen turned around, smiled, and when he looked at the bottle again, he saw that there was an extra drop of Yuying liquid in the originally fishy green insect juice, and the two quickly merged together, but there was still an inexhaustible fragrance.

"Spread it on, the scent will dissipate in one night. Xiang Wuyi glanced at him again.

Wei Zhen took out the short sword, carefully poured the juice from the bottle on the tip of the sword, and then wiped it carefully, after a while, all the juice was absorbed, and the tip of the sword was dyed with an inconspicuous faint green.

After doing this, Wei Zhen took out a few more dripping thick cloths, which were covered with a layer of fine blue mang, and only when he looked closely did he find that this layer of fine blue mangs was actually a small creature waving its tentacles.

Without waiting for Xiang Wuyi to ask more, he took the initiative to explain this time: "This is a 'cedar carbuncle' born on a sea sequoia, which can cause itching, my idea is to use spiritual power to dry them and then grind them into powder, is this method feasible?" Wei Zhen's tone carried a hint of inquiry.

"That's okay. Look at you look dark and honest, but you have a bad belly. Xiang Wuyi glanced at it and said in a mocking tone.

Wei Zhen was speechless, just laughed. He originally wanted to prepare a few more simple and practical small runes, but he finally felt that it was inappropriate, and finally gave up this idea.

Dabi's venue is located in the Nuyuan Square, the square covers an extremely wide area, there are 10,000 square meters, looking at the sea from the square, only feel the sea and the sky, the blue waves are ten thousand acres, the scenery is extremely pleasant.

In addition to the disciples of the Slave Academy, dozens of disciples of the Hina Mansion were all present to watch the battle, especially the twenty disciples of the Hina Mansion who participated in the mission trial, and they would pay more attention to select the spirit slaves who suited their hearts to the team.

On the day of the competition, nearly 1,000 slave disciples stood in order on the square, and in front of them floated a piece of spiritual slip, which was marked with the number of each person, from one to ninety-eight, and the smallest number fought against the largest number, such as number one and ninety-eight, number two and ninety-seven...... And so on.

Wei Zhen stood in a five-zhang square circle in the western corner of the square. When competing, as long as your feet do not go out of the circle, you will not lose, and if you know that you are not defeated by your opponent, you can also jump out of the circle and automatically admit defeat.

His opponent was a young man with long hair and a slim body, with two tiger tattoos on each of his arms, dark in color, and his fangs were exposed, which was a bit terrifying.

This person is a fifth-level spirit master.

"Even a junior spirit master dares to participate in the battle, and if you run into me, you are unlucky. If you jump out of the circle, you can suffer less flesh and skin. The young man shook the long hair on his shoulders and said confidently.

Wei Zhen glanced at the other party calmly and smiled a little. There was neither contempt nor arrogance in this smile, everyone who could enter the slave house was the winner of the first battle to change their lives, and they all stepped on the corpses of others to kill, and he did the same.

However, Wei Zhen didn't take the "Battle Spirit Pill" given by Wen Lan at the beginning, he wanted to try what the gap between himself and the people in the middle stage of the spirit master was.

"Ding Ding Ding-" Three crisp bells rang in the square one after another, indicating that the competition could officially begin.