The "Divine Sacrifice Show" can be said to be a very important ritual and entertainment activity for the residents living in the desert area.

Although the name is a god sacrifice martial arts, it is essentially a martial arts tournament, and it is a martial arts tournament that gathers all the warriors of the entire desert.

Generally speaking, this level of martial arts can only be started with the consent of the leaders of the nine desert tribes, and it is necessary to decide which city to hold it in every time.

And this time the god festival is different from usual, and the organizer "Golden Amber City" also deliberately took out a rare artificial spiritual costume as a prize.

In this world, the artificial spirit suit is already the highest level of equipment that mortals can access, except for the officials of the five major powers and a very small number of worldly masters, few people can possess this kind of extraordinary power.

Because of this, early in the morning, warriors from hundreds of tribes across the desert gathered at the foot of Mount Tag on the outskirts of the Golden Amber City, ready to compete for the highest glory and power.

The group of brave participants included men and women, tall and short, and their outfits and weapons were very different.

But one thing in common is that almost all of them exude a martial iron-blooded aura, or they are all roaring, and their noses are almost upturned to fill in.

Four hundred and twenty-seven warriors, this is the number of total candidates for this "Divine Festival Martial Arts".

These hundreds of contestants are basically the top masters in their respective tribes, and it is difficult to find a few weak chickens among them.

It's just that people with mediocre strength are qualified to participate in the "Divine Sacrifice Martial Arts"? Theoretically, of course, there is.

Because there are no entry criteria for this event, as long as you consider yourself brave and are not more than 50 years old, you can participate.

But in fact, there are not many people who dare to sign up but the level is not enough, after all, the "God Sacrifice Martial Arts" is a real knife and a real gun regardless of life and death, and it seems that there is no difference between coming to the competition without any ability and committing suicide.

So although there are not many weak chicken contestants, it doesn't mean that there are none, and you can see three or two of them every year.

Just as the more than 400 candidates gathered here in twos and threes, chatting and observing the powerful enemies around them.

In an inconspicuous corner of the gathering area at the foot of the mountain, a short, thin, and very timid looking teenager tried to curl up so as not to be noticed.

The fourteen-year-old Imam is from the "Blue Wolf Tribe", and judging from his nervous expression, the boy should not have appeared here, and he should not have appeared at the scene of this god sacrifice martial arts competition.

And the reason why he was brought in to participate in this god sacrifice is also very simple...... Because the draw was won.

According to the tradition of the "Blue Wolf Tribe", whenever the Divine Festival Martial Arts starts, they will draw lots to determine the contestants.

While this may sound at first glance, it actually feels even more when you think about it.

However, every time their tribe can choose an excellent contestant through this nonsense method, and get a better ranking, so the clan believes in this set.

Who knows, this year's lottery happened to draw Imam, and such a weak, thin little ghost was drawn.

What else can I do if I smoke it? Imam was pushed to the tournament as if he had been driven to the shelves.

But Imam himself knew how many pounds and taels he had, and in fact he was not good at fighting at all, so from the moment he entered the venue, he hid in the corner and prayed constantly.

No one can see me...... No one can see me...... I'm transparent...... I'm transparent.

It's just that it was clear that Imam's prayers had no effect, because just as he was hiding with an ugly look, several sharp eyes were already fixed on this guy.

"Hmph, even that kind of little kid who doesn't know the so-called can participate, and the purity of this divine festival has been greatly reduced."

One of them was dressed in a red robe and carried two scimitars on his back

Han glanced at Imam and said in a very disdainful tone.

Hearing this, Imam's face turned red at once, and he cowered and tried to continue to retreat, so as not to be embarrassed.

As soon as he stepped back half a step, he accidentally stepped on another contestant's foot, or boot.

The boots looked inlaid with gold and silver, as if they were very expensive, and the face of the imam turned green at once.

"Ah! Right...... I'm sorry!"

Facing the thin little ghost's apology, the man with a scar on his face frowned and said, "Stinky boy, are you stirring up trouble?"

"No, I just don't....... I'm sorry I was just careless."

"Stepping on my boots, just say I'm sorry? Now kneel down and wipe me clean at once, hurry up!"

The desert area has always been a fierce people, and the major tribes advocate force, and they have always looked down on the imam who is obviously unable to fight, and bullying the weak has also happened from time to time.

So at this time, there happened to be such a weak imp who ran into the muzzle of the gun, and it was no wonder that the scar man didn't humiliate him.

Woo woo, to kneel in front of so many people...... Kneel?

What to do? It's too embarrassing to kneel, isn't it?

But if you don't kneel, you'll definitely be beaten, I don't want to be beaten.

Feeling the joke-like gaze coming from all directions, Imam almost couldn't help but drop the pearl on the spot.

But just as he was about to kneel down to clean his boots for others, a hand stretched out from behind and directly pulled his body up from the process of kneeling.

Before Imam could react to what had happened, a strange voice that sounded crisp and good, but was a little shrill said:

"You're too timid, aren't you, people tell you to kneel? Why don't you die?"

Ay? Hey, hey, hey?

The next moment, Imam was grabbed by the collar by the slender but powerful hand, and slipped behind like a chicken.

It was only then that Imam realized that the one who had helped him and scolded him was actually a little man with a masked face.

The little man wore a hooded cloak and a face scarf, but judging from the white skin around his eyes and nose, he looked like a pampered young master.

Seeing that this "little young master", who was also short, slender and thin, dared to come forward, the scar man sneered:

"There's another stinky little ghost, can't you trash shrink back into your own garbage heap? Don't be embarrassed to come here......

Originally, the scar man wanted to make the family embarrassed, but before he could finish speaking, the tall and burly body flew out upside down like a cannonball!

Boast! Puff puff! Puff puff!

"What the hell! Something is flying over!"

"Someone attacked! Protect the young patriarch!"

"What? What's that? What are you doing here! I'm looking for a fight!"

Several explosions and yelling came out at the same time in a row, apparently the scar man pretended to fit into the crowd on the way to fly upside down, and hit several people one after another.

Seeing that the crowd not far away became noisy, and just punched the little man with the scar away, An Jie secretly took a sip, then turned around and prepared to leave.

And when passing by Imam's side, An Jie glanced him up and down, and couldn't help but advise:

"Boy, if you don't want to get hurt, quit the game, this is not the place you should be."

An Jie has such eyesight, she can naturally see that this little ghost basically has no cultivation skills, and she doesn't know what he is doing here.

If this guy enters the official competition next, then he won't be beaten by a group of strong men around him, so why spoil himself.

Who knew that after An Jie persuaded her with kind words, Imam shook her head with a wry smile, shook her head and said, "You...... You're right, but I can't quit the race, the patriarch said I must participate, and if I don't participate, I will be eternal

Far from the tribe."

In this desert area, the vast majority of the inhabitants live in the form of "tribes", which is the main social bond in the desert area.

Because of this, those who are expelled from the tribe are recognized as untouchables, let alone find a decent job, and are not even allowed to beg in the streets, but can only die in the wind and sand like stray dogs.

Therefore, even if Imam knew that he would participate in the god sacrifice performance, he would have to participate in it.

Even if you are knocked out of the competition if you go in, you can at least keep your status as a regular resident of the tribe.

But even so, Imam still has to save some face.

So seeing that An Jie's eyes seemed to be a little disgusted, he hurriedly made up for himself:

"I am not good at it, but I have a good memory, and I am very knowledgeable, and nothing in the desert can hide from me."

"Oh? Is it? Tell me, how many of the contestants here are decent?"

Originally, An Jie just asked casually, and wanted to give the opposite side a staircase, but who knew that Imam explained seriously:

"As far as I know, there are three favorites among the contestants in this Divine Festival Martial Arts, No, I'll show you."

Imam was the first to point to the group of black-robed men standing on the far left of the field, or rather the young man standing in the middle of the black-robed men.

"That's 'Iben, the young patriarch of the Wild Eagle Clan, I heard that he was able to kill wild wolves with his bare hands at the age of three, and was known as the Desert Eagle, and it is said that he once traveled to the Five Kingdoms, spent a lot of money to worship many masters, and his strength and knowledge are extraordinary."

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the group of white-robed people waiting on the far right of the field, and pointed to the burly woman in the white-robed people, and said:

"That lady is 'Lady Sabrina, the eldest lady of the jackal tribe, don't look at her as a woman, but she is more brave and fierce than most men, and she has killed more than 20 rival tribesmen in the street on the royal capital before, which is very terrifying."

Finally, Imam pointed to the group of people in the middle of the field, wearing the most conspicuous golden cloak, and shrugged:

"As for the Lord....... You don't need to introduce it, do you?"

"Huh? Why not an introduction? Hurry up, I want to hear it." An Jie was listening to a story like she was in high spirits, but she didn't expect Imam to stop talking, so she hurriedly urged him.

Hearing this, Imam gave An Jie a strange look and asked, "You're not a local?" Otherwise, you wouldn't have heard Sanha-sama's name?"

"It's your business, say it quickly, if you don't say it, I'll let you fly farther than the scar man just now."

"Don't! Say, I say, don't you say?"

Suddenly, Imam, who was so frightened by An Jie that the little pearl was about to fall, hurriedly explained:

"The golden cloak is the symbol of the Loulan royal family, and only the royal family who rules this country can use it, and Lord Sangha is known as the most powerful and talented inheritor of this generation of royalty."

Because the desert country has a martial spirit from top to bottom, even when choosing the next desert emperor, it will be carried out by letting the princes and princesses compete in martial arts.

Therefore, since Sangha is recognized as the person with the best chance of becoming the next emperor, it also means that his strength is the strongest among the younger generation of the imperial family, and he may still be overwhelmingly powerful.

As we all know, the Loulan royal family is all descendants who have inherited the blood of the ancestor of the strongest assassin.

Their original talent is far beyond ordinary people, and they can enjoy all kinds of resources that ordinary people can't imagine since they were children, so their strength is naturally terrifyingly strong.

Since Sangha is the strongest young generation in this generation of the royal family, there is no doubt how strong he is, and many people think that he is the best choice to win the championship in this Divine Sacrifice Martial Arts Show.

And after listening to Imam's explanation, An Jie looked at the high-spirited man through the crowd and sneered, "I see, is it the next Earth Emperor...... Wait, he's actually your relative?"

It wasn't until An Jie turned her head to speak behind her that Imam realized that there was always a third person next to her.

The figure with An Jie was even smaller than she looked, and there was hardly any sign of existence, as if it were completely absent.

This petite figure with An Jie is naturally Youmi, and coincidentally, Youmi is actually a direct member of the "Loulan Royal Family" in the mouth of Imam just now.

It is precisely because of the direct blood of the royal family that Yumi was chosen as a member of the Sealers and sent to the monastery in the Far North.

At this time, after seeing his bloodline relatives again, Yumi glanced at Sangha not far away, and said in a cold tone:

"Well, he's my brother, or one of the thirty-seven."

Good fellow, thirty-seven brothers, and one more? How capable is the Loulan royal family, stallions?

After secretly complaining about Yumi and Sanha's father, An Jie asked with some curiosity, "How is that guy?" Is it strong?"

"If you are strong among the younger generation of the royal family, you can be regarded as the Gu King of our current year."

Regarding the little in his own family, Yumi has always been blunt when he talks about it.

Even the Loulan royal family is very proud to call their cultivation method ....... "Gu raising".