Barbarian tribe, on the barbarian god altar like a ring, two barbarians are fighting each other with fists to the flesh.

In the sweat, the sound of muffled sounds and breaking wind came and went.

A large number of barbarian women, children, and women gathered around, cheering endlessly, and a frenzied atmosphere spread, making people's hearts beat faster, their faces red, and their blood boiling.

Under the altar, the barbarians hissed and shouted, cheering for one of the barbarians, who was his idol.

Standing in the crowd, like Wang Xiu, he looked like a barbarian child, except that he was a little thinner, he was not eye-catching, and he was also excited to watch the brutal battle on the altar at this moment.

That's how men should fight!

Breaking the wall gave birth to such a natural feeling, and then joined the ranks of shouting and cheering.

Wang Xiu secretly raised his eyebrows. He sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

It's fanatical!

Even for the simple-minded, well-limbed, fist-like and power-driven barbarians, this emotion gives people an abnormal feeling, as if something is prompting and catalyzing all this to happen.

Wang Xiu instinctively spread his thoughts and sensed the surroundings, and soon discovered the abnormality.

It's a altar that looks like a ring!

There is something wrong with the material of this altar, an invisible force in the dark is emanating through the altar, invisibly affecting a group of barbarian men, women and children, and then taking something from them, and then all of them are withdrawn into the altar, as if - breathing!

Between this breath and breath, the emotions of the barbarians became more and more high-pitched.

On the altar, the eyes of the two barbarians also seemed to turn red, and they fought more and more fiercely.

Blood and sweat were quickly sprinkled on the altar, but Wang Xiu clearly saw that those things were absorbed.

There is a problem.

Wang Xiu frowned.

Everyone was influenced, why wasn't he influenced?

Wang Xiu decided to use the power of the entry again, and retrieved the memories of the barbarians again, and then retrieved the memories of several other barbarians casually, and the keywords were all barbarian altars, patriarch replacement, etc., and soon he found something strange.

There are fewer and fewer barbarians.

Their overall strength is declining, the number of their clansmen is decreasing, and the frequency of holding memorials to determine the choice of the patriarch is increasing.

In the past, it was once every few decades, then once every few years, and then once a year in recent years, which is absolutely abnormal.

And the selected patriarch is getting lower and lower.

It's as if the entire barbarian race is constantly sucked by something, and the more it is sucked, the weaker it becomes!

"These barbarians, shouldn't they worship an evil god?"

Wang Xiu had strong suspicions about the barbarian gods worshiped by these barbarians.

At this moment, the winner was divided on the stage.

The strong barbarian who was injured knocked his opponent to the ground, and the opponent struggled twice and did not stand up, and the strong barbarian suddenly beat his chest with his arms and roared, declaring his strength.

The barbarians cheered.

Wang Xiu stared at the barbarian who fell to the ground, and the barbarian was being absorbed by the altar under him at this moment!

It's blazing fast!

There's a posture of draining the barbarians!

Wang Xiu couldn't help but sneer.

At this moment, he can be sure that there is definitely something wrong with this barbarian god and what altar.

However, he didn't think that someone in the barbarians was making trouble, and these guys' straightforward brains shouldn't have done such a thing, and nine times out of ten they were trapped.

Some people don't want the barbarians to be good, or they simply want to exterminate the barbarians in this way!

Who is it?

Wang Xiu couldn't help but be curious.

"Who else!"

On the stage, the barbarian frantically hammered his strong chest muscles and shouted in all directions.

None of the barbarian warriors in the audience noticed that the defeated clansmen were absorbing qi, blood, and martial energy, and their bodies and bones were getting weaker and weaker, but they were panting with red eyes, like bulls who had lost their minds, and they were ignited with a provocation.

"I'm coming!"

Beside Wang Xiu, a shout sounded, and he saw Manji squeezing through the crowd with a red face and a thick neck, and walked towards the altar.

"Manji?"

The barbarians on the altar sneered, "Even you, the weakest guy in the hunting party, dare to challenge me?" ”

The barbarian glanced at Manji with disdain, and then looked at everyone with a squint, "Is there no one else?" Who's next? ”

A posture that doesn't take Manji in his eyes at all. However, this will only stimulate the emotions of the barbarians even more, especially the barbarians.

Manji strode onto the altar, his fists slamming into the ground.

Seeing this, the barbarian also turned around, shook his neck from side to side twice, and then stretched out his thumb towards Manji, and then turned downward.

The barbarians were suddenly in high spirits, and their roars shook the sky.

Manji's face flushed, and he shouted and rushed towards the barbarian.

Boom!

Bang bang!

The fist-to-flesh battle began again, and everyone's attention was focused on the new round of fighting, and no one cared at all that the defeated who were dragged down seemed to be several years older, not even themselves.

Soon, Manji fell into the disadvantage.

The barbarian was right, the barbarian was indeed only the weakest member of the hunting team, and he was far from being a barbarian warrior, and in the face of the fierce attack on the opposite side, he couldn't cope at all, and was directly knocked to the ground.

"Roar—"

The barbarian warrior was covered in blood, his body was blue and purple, and his image was definitely not good-looking, but at this moment, he raised his arms high and roared, which caused everyone to shout for peace.

This is the warrior of the barbarians!

This is the strong man of the barbarians!

A group of barbarian girls screamed, eager to rush up now to give birth to a little barbarian for this barbarian warrior.

"Brute Iron!"

Someone shouted.

"Brute Iron!"

Quite a few people shouted.

"Brute Iron!"

Wave after wave, everyone's shouts became more and more neat, quite overwhelming, and several elders all nodded with satisfaction when they saw this.

Not surprisingly, this time the patriarch selection was won by Brute Iron.

Mantie looked complacent, and subconsciously glanced at Manji, who fell to the ground and couldn't be called an opponent, but found that a thin guy came to the stage and dragged Manji up.

"Manji, don't tell me this is the helper you're looking for. Such a guy can't even hold me with a punch, hahaha. ”

Brute Iron laughed. Manji was about to speak, but Wang Xiu patted Manji lightly, and Manji's words suddenly held back in his mouth, so he glared at Mantie with his eyes.

Wang Xiu simply used Wu Neng to adjust Manji's injury, then looked at Mantie, then stretched out his index finger towards him, hooked it, and almost blurted out a sentence in his mouth.

But even without this sentence, the provocative energy made Mantie fully feel it.

Mantie's cheeks twitched slightly, and he was sneering.

I saw him striding towards Wang Xiu, standing condescendingly in front of Wang Xiu, and his violent qi and blood rushed to his face like a landslide.

"Do you want to die? Brat! ”

Brute Iron roared under his breath. Wang Xiu tilted his head and said expressionlessly, "It's too high." ”

Brute Iron: ?

"I don't like to talk to people with my head up," Wang Xiu glanced at Mantie, "So, bother to kneel." ”

The furious martial energy erupted, the air suddenly became viscous and heavy, the brute iron body sank suddenly, the muscles of the whole body trembled wildly, the green tendons burst out, and the bones creaked.

Suddenly, his knees bent suddenly, and he fell to the ground hard, kneeling in front of Wang Xiu.

"Well, it's much more comfortable." Wang Xiu smiled indifferently.