If you want to become the strongest of the younger generation, powerful brute arts and qualifications are indispensable, and this situation directly makes the high-level of the three tribes anxious and annoyed.

Fang Cun's two-eyed performance made the three high priests see the hope that they could re-cultivate the strongest in a short period of time, so they threw olive branches to Fang Cun one after another.

As for the difference in bloodline...... Let's wait until we get into the tribe. Moreover, from the eyes of the three high priests, it can be seen that Fang Cun is a talent that can be created, and he is an ancient and lost brute art, and he has excellent qualifications. It is a piece of jade, as long as it is simply carved, it is a treasure!

Sure enough, the transmission of the Blood Barbarian High Priest let Fang Cun know that his guess was correct nine times out of ten.

"The old man is the high priest of the blood barbarians, the kid wants to come to my blood barbarian tribe, the old man said straight to the point, as long as you come, the barbarian skills of my blood barbarian tribe are up to you, just nod when you come, come or not?!"

"The ancient barbarian clan is really a family, and the tone is the same as the olive branch, the same brute arts, and the same tone of persecution or threat to let me join their tribe. Fang Cun's brows furrowed slightly, and his mind kept thinking.

He just wanted to find the Soul Tablet and Tan Xiao now, and then leave this place.

The experience of the past few months has made him understand that a glimmer of heaven or a sealed place is definitely not a good place, although there is chance and creation, but the entry of the demon clan makes this place no different from the battlefield of the two races, and this is still a battlefield with no rules and no leader.

Now I don't know how many disciples or high-ranking people of the five major sects have died, and this number is definitely increasing. Faces appeared in Fang Cun's mind, Nangong Fei, Die Mengyu, and Yinyue......

He didn't know what was going on in the sealed place now, and he didn't know if Nangong Fei had come to this sealed place, but now that Nangong Tian was like a waste, he would definitely not let Nangong Fei come here, but Nangong Fei's temperament was ......

Fang Cun retracted his thoughts and prayed in his heart: "I hope you are safe and sound......

"Boy, you haven't agreed until now, is it true that the High Priest of Blood Barbarian and the High Priest of Fire also want you to join their tribe?"

The voice of the Lei Man High Priest sounded in Fang Cun's ears, "Boy, don't worry, what they promised you, I will give you double, how about it, if you don't agree to this, then I will definitely not let you join the tribe of the two of them!"

The coercion and temptation in the words of the Lei Barbarian High Priest were obvious, but it was just ...... The other two high priests meant the same thing.

Either come to my tribe, or that tribe won't go, and it won't end well.

Fang Cun was a little difficult, but he was not very worried, now he was still in the selection of the son of the barbarian god, no matter how anxious the three high priests were, they would not be able to do anything to each other, with the barbarian god on top, the three high priests did not dare to be disrespectful to the barbarian god.

As long as Fang Cun wins the title of the son of the barbarian god, then the three high priests must treat him politely, the son of the barbarian god is the messenger of the barbarian god in the world, not only can enter the barbarian temple to find the ancient barbarian arts, but can unconditionally borrow the barbarian art of various tribes, but can only borrow, can not be passed on privately, otherwise the ancient barbarian clan is in danger of extinction.

"I really don't know anything when I'm young and frivolous, and when I win the title of son of the barbarian god, see if you three old guys still don't hand over the strongest brute arts!" The corners of Fang Cun's mouth raised slightly, no longer caring how the three high priests asked, and stood there quietly waiting.

A quarter of an hour later, the nine prisoners and the other nine people left, saying that they would come back in three days.

Three days later, it will be the day when the top ten will compete for the title of son of the barbarian god.

"This guy!" the three high priests secretly gritted their teeth, but on the surface they smiled and nodded, and answered.

After sending off the nine people of Ailao Mountain, Fang Cun saw the three high priests walking towards him, and immediately stood up straight.

"Come with the three of me!" The High Priest of Blood Barbarian walked from the front and said lightly, and after that, the two High Priests of Fire and Thunder passed in front of him in turn, and they both glanced at him with their peripheral eyes.

Fang Cun saw a hint of suppressed anger in their eyes, smiled slightly, and followed closely.

Turning left and right, after walking for about half an hour, under the leadership of the three high priests, Fang Cun came to a small courtyard.

Don't underestimate this courtyard, the ancient barbarians live in tents, and being able to have an independent wooden house is a symbol of status, not to mention a small courtyard.

There are three or two stone houses, a few acres of land in front of the house, and the fields are green.

The three high priests sat down on a stone bench between the stone house and the green field, and stood in the middle of the three, facing the three.

"The three high priests, I don't know what is the matter with calling the boy?" asked Fang Cun, pretending not to know.

The three high priests' eyes were downcast, and Fang Cun felt the three divine senses constantly scanning him, and these three divine senses paused for a moment as they swept over his pale temples.

Eventually, it was the High Priestess of Blood Barbarian who broke the silence, "Diba, right?

The eyes of the three high priests were as sharp as the eyes of the golden-crowned iron eagle at this moment, and Fang Cun suddenly felt an extremely strong pressure coming, pressing his bones and making a clicking sound.

"Do you want to destroy my psychological defenses? impossible!" A fine layer of sweat appeared on Fang Cun's forehead, and the pressure of the three high priests pressed on Fang Cun's back like a mountain, making his legs tremble.

Fang Cun's eyes were cold, gritting his teeth slightly, he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, he could only use his body to resist the coercion of the three people, although his body was quite strong, but it gradually appeared to be overwhelmed.

He knew that the three high priests were venting their frustration with the other party's delay in making a choice.

"Three...... High priest, do this...... Isn't it a bit too much!" Fang Cun had an extremely difficult time pronouncing words, and his voice suddenly became dry and hoarse, almost the accent of another person.

"Hmph!" the three high priests snorted coldly, retracting their coercion.

Fang Cun suddenly felt a lightness on his body, and he was about to sit down with a shaking, but he let out a low roar, forcibly stabilized his body, and swayed from side to side in place a few times, and finally did not sit down, panting heavily.

A look of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Lei Man High Priest, and he said in appreciation: "I can actually withstand the coercion of the three of us, although it is only five breaths, I am a character!"

"Hmph!" the fire-barbarian high priest snorted coldly, "It's just that the flesh is stronger, what kind of ability, it's really disrespectful to see the three high priests still not bow down!"

The High Priest of the Blood Barbarian waved his hand, signaling the High Priest of the Fire Barbarian not to continue, and said in a soothing voice, "Diba, can you tell us the origin of the Ancient Barbarian Statue Technique now?"