Under the leadership of the Nine Prisons, the nine Jindan monks were placed in the dark light of the prison and confronted the three high priests of the ancient barbarians in the air.

In the air, there are a total of eleven Jindan stage monks, although the ancient barbarian clan has the power to hide in the shadows, but there is no one high priest-level barbarian cultivator, that is, Jindan stage monks.

The last time Fang Cun saw such a battle was before entering the First Tier Heaven Ten Realms, the five major sects, dozens of Jindan stage monks, and four Yuan Infant stage monks.

Seeing such a battle again today, Fang Cun's heart couldn't help but rise with fiery expectations, he hoped that one day he would be able to break through to the Jindan stage of cultivation.

After eleven years of refining qi, in vain, he was ridiculed and ridiculed, and countless disciples of the Three Immortals Sect looked down on him, which is why he would rather be alone in the Three Immortals Sect than move around.

The light curtain emitted by the barbarian temple obscured everyone, and everyone couldn't feel the coercion emanating from a Jindan monk, standing or sitting in the air.

A layer of gloom appeared in the hearts of the three high priests of the ancient barbarians, their eyes were cold, and the barbarian gods behind them occupied half of the sky with phantoms, and the powerful coercion seemed to be able to shake the sky, giving people palpitations.

"Nine Prison Daoists, don't you think it's too perfunctory for you to find this reason?" The Thunder Barbarian High Priest and the Divine Empress of the Thunder Barbarian Avatar seemed to be condensed by thunder, and between the surging arcs, the thunder and lightning sound of 'Zizi' was very rhythmic, and at this moment the buzz spoke.

The woman of the Nine Prisons chuckled, "Regardless of whether the three Daoists believe it or not, the little woman really hasn't completely controlled this treasure, if the three Daoists don't believe it, the three of you can try to control this treasure." ”

The High Priest of the Blood Barbarian's eyelids trembled when he heard this, and he thought, "This woman is probably too direct, even if she has thoughts about the three of me, she doesn't need to be so direct, right?" Or did this woman say this on purpose, if it was on purpose......

"Nine Prison Daoists, I don't know why you came here today?" the Fire Barbarian High Priest interrupted the Blood Barbarian High Priest's thoughts, and asked with a calm face.

The Fire Barbarian High Priest didn't believe that the Nine Prisons had come to find fault, as far as the existence of the Barbarian Temple and the Barbarian Array was concerned, the nine Jindan Stage monks couldn't make any waves, but the Barbarian Temple and the Barbarian Array were too limited when they were used, and the limitations were too great, so the three High Priests were unwilling to use the power of the Barbarian Temple unless they had to.

Nine Prisons and the other nine people slowly put away the coercion emanating from their bodies, "We Ailao Mountain are here to watch the selection of the son of the barbarian god this time, after all, we have also been neighbors with the nobles for a hundred years, and we have never watched the selection competition of the ancient barbarians every thirty years, so we came to watch it this time." ”

The fingers of the nine prisons were like mutton fat and white jade, pointed to the people in the square and the high platform, and said with a smile.

The three high priests of the ancient barbarian clan also put away the phantom of the barbarian god behind them, and the situation suddenly eased a lot.

"It's obvious that I'm here to demonstrate, and what else is there to watch, and every time the reason is very lame!" The Blood Barbarian High Priest nodded after a few words in his heart, "In that case, the nine Daoists are still invited to take their seats, and the top ten knockout matches will start immediately." ”

The three high priests landed on the side of the square facing the gate of the barbarian temple, and with a wave of his hand, twelve wooden chairs appeared on the square, and the three high priests took their seats, and the light curtain emitted by the barbarian temple slowly disappeared.

The people of the ancient barbarian clan were a little puzzled, why the first moment was tense, but the next moment it was like no one at all.

"I really don't understand Monk Jindan's way of doing things!" Fang Cun shook his head.

Nine Prisons chuckled, "Let's go, let's meet the young generation of the ancient barbarians." With that, he flew towards the wooden chair first, and the eight Jindan monks followed silently and sat down in turn.

The three high priests of the ancient barbarians sat in the three positions at the top, and the Ailao Mountain was behind them.

"Let's get started. The Blood Barbarian High Priest said lightly.

The priests of the ten other tribes nodded, and directly called out the serial numbers of the people who fought the first battle on the high platform they occupied.

The serial numbers of the opponents in this knockout round are still the serial numbers drawn in the first round of elimination, and the two sides of the battle are directly determined by the internal draw of ten priests.

After Fang Cun listened to the serial numbers shouted from the mouths of the ten priests in turn, he found that he had not called himself, so he sat in front of the gate of the barbarian temple with his back against the wall of the barbarian temple.

Due to the arrival of the nine people in Ailao Mountain, the thousands of elites in front of the gate of the Barbarian Divine Temple have been dispatched, and only a few people are guarding, and when Fang Cun passes, after these few ancient barbarians take a look, one of them frowned.

"Don't turn your back on the barbarian temple, don't you know if this is blasphemy against the barbarian god?" the man shouted with bronzed skin.

Fang Cun was excited, immediately got up, apologized again and again, hurriedly left, and walked to the side and sat on the ground without an image.

"Brother Rat, how is it?" Fang Cun released his divine thoughts and probed into the spirit beast bag, and asked eagerly.

"Squeak squeak~"

"Can't you break it?" Fang Cun said in an inaudible voice, then raised his head and looked at the stage.

Through the previous few things, Fang Cun knew that the little mouse could break through the forbidden formation, and even in the Shijun Palace, the prohibition arranged by the Shijun could be broken, so with a glimmer of hope, he took the risk of leaning against the Barbarian Temple.

Three days ago, the matter of the eight ghost kings incarnating into the barbarian temple is still boiling, and Fang Cun's move can be described as very dangerous, if the previous person took him away and handed him over to the three high priests for review, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be exposed, however, Fang Cun is gambling, he is betting on the trust of the ancient barbarians in the barbarian map.

He won the bet, but the little mouse couldn't break through the prohibition within the walls of the barbarian temple, which made him a little depressed.

"It seems that you still have to win the title of Son of the Barbarian God to enter it, but ......" Fang Cun looked ahead, and his thoughts were surging.

......

In this way, about an hour has passed, and the second round of the battle has been carried out, but it is still not the turn of Fang Cun to play.

In this hour, Fang Cun sat there quietly, observing the battles on the high platform, and he found that as he guessed, nearly ninety percent of the outstanding people of the ancient barbarian tribe participating in the selection of the son of the barbarian god had already died in the mouth of the demon head, or in the hands of the ghost king, or in his hands.

After confirming this fact, he was sure that there was no problem in claiming the title of son of a barbarian god.

Finally, in the third round of battles, the priest on the fifth high platform shouted the serial number of Fang Cun, "Five Hundred and Eighty-One"