With a wave of his hand, the Blood Barbarian High Priest disappeared from the scene on the Xuantian Realm, looking at the square in the distance, his eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice: "These people who trespassed on the barbarian temple are neither people from Ailao Mountain nor messengers, but they are outsiders. Speaking of this, the Blood Barbarian High Priest had a contemplative expression on his face, "What exactly is the purpose of these people entering the Barbarian Temple?"

"Whatever it is, the Barbarian Temple is a place that the Lord has told us to defend to the death, and these lonely souls and wild ghosts must not be allowed to enter it. The High Priest of Lei Man said angrily.

The High Priest of the Fire Barbarian nodded, looked at the Xuantian Realm, and said with some melancholy: "The peace of tens of thousands of years is about to be broken, it seems that the mission of our Ancient Barbarian Clan is also coming to an end, I have a hunch that the messenger may have arrived." ”

When the Thunder Barbarian High Priest and the Blood Barbarian High Priest heard this, they fell silent one after another, their eyes flashed, and they didn't know what to think about anymore, for a long time, the Blood Barbarian High Priest shook his head and turned to look at the depths of the Barbarian Temple.

The position where the three of them were was a stone staircase, and behind the three of them, under the stone stairs were three corridors, deep and long, leading to the depths of the barbarian temple.

"The high priests who have guarded the barbarian temple for generations have not known that there is something more precious than inheritance in the deepest part of the barbarian temple, and we ancient barbarians need to do our best to protect ......"

The High Priestess of the Blood Barbarians, the voice of sighing echoed through the empty hall.

......

Fang Cun no longer paid attention to the noise and quarrel around him, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the game to begin.

After about an hour, the selection competition for the son of the barbarian god finally began.

An old man from the Blood Barbarian tribe appeared on a high platform, and after saying something at length that made Fang Cun unclear, the game finally began.

The first round is a single-round elimination, after three rounds of elimination, enter the animal hunting link, the so-called animal hunting, but by hunting different levels of monsters to get points, three days, to determine the final number of points to determine the ranking, after determining the ranking, will leave the top twenty, two by two, take the top ten, the top ten, compete for the top three seats.

This is the rule of the Son of the Barbarian God selection competition, so to speak, easy to understand.

On behalf of the Green Leopard Tribe, the Guda Sacrifice went to the high platform, and took three wooden plaques in the hands of the old man before, and the plaques were marked with two serial numbers, one large and one small.

The big number is the number of the contestant, and the small number is the number of the opponent.

Fang Cun took a wooden card from Gollum's hand, and looked at the serial number on the wooden card, his eyes flashed slightly.

Above, the major serial number: 581, the minor serial number: 763.

Suddenly, Fang Cun frowned, and couldn't help but ask out loud: "Gu Da Sacrifice, is there a suspicion of cheating when you choose the two sides of the battle in this way?"

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "My ancient barbarian clan regarded cheaters as traitors, and cheaters would be abandoned by the barbarian gods, so no one dared to cheat on the son of the barbarian gods. ”

Fang Cun showed a sudden look and nodded.

"Six hundred and seventy-one, battle against eight hundred and twenty-five!"

"It's your turn, Cantor!" the priest said, turning back to Cantor, a look of encouragement in his eyes.

......

While others were fighting, Fang Cun was not idle, but constantly observed the battle methods of the ancient barbarians on the stage.

The battle methods of the ancient barbarian clan are very similar to those of the barbarian barbarians, and the only difference is that the way the ancient barbarians fight is more weird and changeable.

Fortunately, after Fang Cun comprehended the Beast Skin Book, he had some understanding of the barbarian arts of the ancient barbarian clan, and he could still maintain his inner peace, but he was also glad that the barbarian cultivation he encountered with Tan Xiao at that time was not very powerful, and he did not use brute arts, otherwise, it is really difficult to say who killed the deer.

As time went on, the trials were in full swing, and there were people who made the cut or failed, and Badar and Kanto of the Blue Panther tribe were lucky enough to pass the first round of elimination.

This made the two of them scream with joy, and shook their heads as they looked at each other.

It's good to be young!

Fang Cun said secretly in his heart, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled, he is not yet twenty years old.

Eleven years of refining qi have been in vain, and in just three years of hard cultivation, he is already worth decades of cultivation by others, and he is already in the foundation building period, and he can barely have the power to protect himself in the immortal cultivation world.

However, this is not enough!

Whether it is Duan Tiande, or the old monster of Hongchen, he is also the Eight Great Ghost Kings, and it couldn't be easier to want his life.

Therefore, his cultivation path is still very long, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying...... There is no end to the path of monasticism!

Fang Cun's eyes looked at the fight on the stage, his eyes were blurred, and he recalled the experience of just three years, and he felt like a world away.

Get the purple gold roulette, kill Chen Shen, cut the barbarian cultivation, and ...... the sky Scenes appeared before his eyes.

Alas~

Fang Cun sighed faintly, put away his confused gaze, and revealed firmness.

Whatever the road ahead, I will go all the way and overcome all obstacles...... Also, Dream Butterfly......

"What are you thinking?" said Guda, looking back at the expression on Fang Cun's face, with concern.

Can he not be worried?! The Green Leopard Tribe was able to win the title of the son of the barbarian god this time, and for this, he spent a lot of money to change Fang Cun's face into the appearance of a member of the tribe with a barbarian secret technique.

At this time, there can be no accident with the inch, and ......

"Nothing, just a few things that came to mind. Fang Cun's face returned to calm, and he replied lightly.

Coo smiled, his old skin furrowed, "It's okay!"

"Five hundred and eighty-one, battle against seven hundred and sixty-three!"

On the fifth high platform, a voice came into my ears.

"It's your turn! Don't capsize in the gutter, haha!"

"Fang Cun, come on!"

"Kill each other, come on!"

Barda and Cantor raised their fists and shouted.

Fang Cun slowly stood up, left a word, and walked towards the No. 5 high platform.

"Put your heart in your belly!"

Hearing this, he smiled, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

......

On the fifth high platform, No. 763 was already standing on the high platform, and a member of the Blood Barbarian tribe stood on the edge of the high platform with his shoulders crossed, his face was very cold.

Fang Cun walked under the high platform, and when he saw No. 763 clearly, he raised his eyebrows, "It's actually a girl!"

No. 763, a girl who feels very wild to Fang Cun, with a slender figure, wheat complexion, long straight hair tied behind her head, and a huge bone hammer on her back, although her face is ordinary, she can give people a very attractive feeling.

At this time, the girl also noticed him.

Fang Cun jumped up, landed steadily on the high platform, and stood two steps forward.