The girl turned around and followed Yang Ye away, and after a few steps, she looked back and glanced at the old man in black with deep meaning, her eyes were sharp, full of the wildness of a child growing up in the mountains and forests.

A tentative conflict disappeared invisibly, but Bai Xu had mixed feelings in his heart. The old man in black has been guarding the ancestral hall in the clan for I don't know how many years, as if he has been guarding it since the day there was the Bai Ling Clan, and he will continue to do so forever. Quietly in the Bai Ling Clan, there is not much sense of existence. And it was such a person, but he was praised by his opponent, as if there was only such a person in the entire White Spirit Clan who was worthy of his glance.

"It's almost time to leave. The old man in black didn't seem to pay attention to the conflict just now, raised his head and looked in the direction of the White Spirit Clan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and muttered to himself.

The crowd around gradually dispersed, Bai Xu and the old man in black didn't say anything all the way, Bai Xu didn't know what to say at all, but the old man in black rarely talked to the people in the clan all along. In the past, everyone was accustomed to it, and they didn't know what it was, but today Bai Xu felt as uncomfortable as a thorn in his back.

The night passed without a word, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Bai Xu faintly had expectations for Buli in his heart, and he felt that he was very funny because of the expectations of a former genius and the current waste wood.

Early the next morning, Bai Xu got up early, wandered around the tent restlessly, looked into the distance, but couldn't see Bu Li's figure. At this time, Bai Xu had questions again, it is said that Bu Li is seriously injured, can he really come?

Some of the tribal patriarchs who passed by around met and greeted each other, and Bai Xu could vaguely see disdain and pity in each other's eyes. A weak tribe, a tribe that has no hope of getting out of the mountains, no one will pay attention to it and give it enough respect. Although he had known this for a long time, Bai Xu had already accepted his fate. But when I face those eyes, I always feel uncomfortable.

Buli still didn't appear, and the surrounding tribes had already cleaned up and began to gather around the Tianci Platform like a trickle, waiting for the five-year "Relic Trial" to begin.

The disciple of the Hate Mountain Sect stood on the Tianci platform, took out one of the bamboo sticks written on the two clans, and read the name aloud, this is the opponent of the first test. As the disciples of the Hate Mountain Sect recited the names of the clan, two young young people of the Xishan Relic Clan walked up to the Heavenly Gift Platform and began to fight flesh-and-blood, fighting bloodily for their own future and for the prosperity of the clan.

Because there are too many tribes of the Xishan Divine Relic, the first round of the competition will be held at the same time, and the winner can enter the real "Relic Test" and enter the mountain full of poisonous miasma, desolate beasts, and death. There is a platform in the center of the deep mountain, called Broken Dragon Terrace, only the first three young people who arrive at Broken Dragon Terrace are eligible to win, enter the Hate Mountain Sect, get the real soul magic method, and lead the group out of this mountain full of wild beasts, miasma, and death everywhere.

All the patriarchs and priests gathered around the Heavenly Altar, and the atmosphere was solemn and tense. The disciples of the Hate Mountain Sect read the names of the clans one by one with indifferent expressions, and the disciples of the Xishan Remnant Clan, who had high hopes, walked into the soul array, ready to start another bloody battle.

Bai Xu had no intention of watching, looking around like an ant on a hot pot, not knowing when he would be able to arrive. Some of them are evenly matched, and it takes a long time to fight. Some battles are clean and neat, and they are over in a few breaths. The defeated were either killed or wounded, and few came unharmed.

"Bai Ling Clan!" The sun was already in the west, and it was the last competition, and at this moment, the disciple of the Hate Mountain Sect took out a bamboo stick and said loudly.

Bai Xu looked around, extremely nervous. Seeing that there was still no figure around, he leaned over to the old man in black and asked in a low voice, "When will Buli come?"

"I don't know what to do. ”

"Can you still come?"

"I don't know what to do. ”

As soon as he asked three questions, Bai Xu's anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he heard the disciple of the Mountain Hating Sect on the Tianci Platform impatiently say again: "Where are the children of the Bai Ling Clan?"

Bai Xu stood in place at a loss, not knowing what he should say or do. The surrounding crowd laughed loudly, "The Great Test of the Remnant Clan" is such a thing as extremely sacred in the eyes of the Remnants of the Xishan Clan, how can there be people from the Clan who do not come? There have been such things in the past, but they have all been told to the Hatred Mountain Sect before, and they are not on the list of the Great Test at all. Registered, but did not send anyone, is this a naked provocation to the Hate Mountain Sect?

"Bai Ling Clan, it can't be that I'm afraid of the Di Shi Clan. ”

"It's really cowardly, either you don't send people in the first place, how can you escape from the battle? ”

"Look at their priests, they are thin and don't have two taels of meat, is it that the entire Bailing Clan can't eat enough and starve the participants to death?"

"Look at the patriarch of the White Spirit Clan, who is still wearing a cloth robe, he really treats himself as a character. ”

Countless mocking and disdainful words around him sounded like a tide, and the mocking eyes fell on Bai Xu, Bai Xu's face was red and white, and he wanted to find a hole to get into.

The disciple of the Hate Mountain Sect coughed lightly and said impatiently: "According to the rules of the sect, if the children of the White Spirit Clan do not enter the sect within ten breaths, they will cancel the opportunity for the White Spirit Clan to participate in the Lower Three Realms Test. ”

"Ten. ”

"Nine. ”

A countdown fell on Bai Xu's heart like a knife, and when he heard that he didn't have a chance to participate in the Lower Three Realms Test, Bai Xu was also dumbfounded. In the past, no one knew that there was such a rule in the Dao, because no one was absent from the "Lost Clans Test" before.

His face turned pale, Bai Xu seemed to be overwhelmed, sweat rained down, and the cloth on his body was wet in an instant.

"Eight. The disciples of the Hate Mountain Sect counted down expressionlessly, a little impatient, as if they felt that it was a very helpless and boring thing because the Xishan Remnants had wasted their precious cultivation time.

"Seven. ”

The noise in the audience was even louder, and the patriarchs of all ethnic groups present at this kind of eternal spectacle did not even think about it, let alone seeing it. Some frivolous young people began to clamor as if their opponents would not appear, and they had already led their tribe out of the West Mountain.

The old man in black still looked immortal, standing in place like a stone carving, looking at the disciples of the Hate Mountain Sect on the Tianci Terrace, without saying a word.

Bai Xu's mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say or do. The patriarch and the priest both stood still, letting the crowd around them laugh at them, and they didn't react at all.

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