For the dissatisfaction of the crowd, the withered old man was expressionless and indifferent, as the patriarch of the barbarian bone clan, he was naturally able to do things without being surprised and not angry. However, someone in these crowds finally raised their voices in dissatisfaction: "Why are you locking us up in this cottage? We are not the clansmen of your barbarian clan, we can do whatever you want!"

This dissatisfied voice from the crowd immediately instigated the opposition of many people, and soon, some people began to rush towards the barrier of the barbarian clan's cottage, trying to break through the barrier and leave the cottage. In the face of everyone's dissatisfaction, the old man's face remained unchanged, but his hands were slowly stretched towards the void at this moment, and there were words in his mouth, with the actions of the old man, in an instant, the air of the entire cottage became as thick as condensation, forming a powerful pressure aura, which forced those monks who flew to the sky to fall from the air.

In this regard, the crowd finally became angry, and many people began to sacrifice their flying swords and rushed towards the old man, trying to kill the old man and leave this place, but at this moment, many people seemed to have been carried away by anger, forgetting that since the withered old man has the ability to drop them from the air to the ground, there is a huge gap in the strength of the two sides. Zhao Zhen looked at the figures that rushed towards the withered old man, and couldn't help but shake his head, with the terrifying skills of the withered old man, his cultivation had at least entered the Mahayana period, and although there was no shortage of masters among the angry crowd, in terms of cultivation, there was still no one who was his opponent.

Sure enough, these people were just as Zhao Zhen expected, and before they even got close to the old man, they were oppressed by a sudden huge force that made it almost impossible to stand, and even the flying sword that was sacrificed was imprisoned in mid-air, and their eyes were shocked, these rioters seemed to finally realize the difference in strength between themselves and the withered old man, and in the next moment, all the people who resisted suddenly quieted down. In the face of strong strength, even if these people are dissatisfied in their hearts, they can only swallow their anger and dare not speak.

"Everyone, don't be impatient!" Seeing that the rioting crowd calmed down, the withered old man's face finally softened slightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "This closure of the cottage is indeed wrong with my barbarian bone clan, but it happened suddenly, and my barbarian clan also has suffering, for this reason, I decided to compensate afterwards!"

"Hmph, compensation, we have something important to do, if your barbarian clan misses me and other important things, how can I compensate!" After hearing the words of the withered old man, there were still some people in the crowd who were unwilling, and said again: "There are many outsiders present, how can everyone of your barbarian clan compensate?"

In response to these remarks, the old man's face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes slowly looked at the dissatisfied people in the crowd, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "If anyone can find the thief for my barbarian bone clan, the old man will give him a piece of frost jade handed down by his ancestors!"

Frost jade is the best jade that contains both the blazing gas and the cold ice breath, adhering to the essence of heaven and earth, the texture is hard than steel but light as tulle, it belongs to the best in jade, some people have heard the old man's words, they have greedy eyes and no longer say more, but even so, most foreign monks do not have much hope of finding out the thief, so they are still dissatisfied.

After the old man said this, he no longer paid attention to everyone, turned around and walked straight into the clan hall, and the people outside the clan hall were forced to cultivate the old man to be strong, and did not dare to quarrel with him again, although many people were still dissatisfied in their hearts, but they also had self-knowledge, and they dispersed with ugly faces. Zhao Zhen looked at everything that happened, and couldn't help but sigh, in the cultivation realm, it is always strength that determines everything, and it has always been an eternal truth that the weak eat the strong.

The Barbarian Bone Clan closed the entire cottage, Zhao Zhen and others were also unable to go out in this cottage, in this regard, Gongsun Yan was cheering, just came to the Barbarian Bone Clan, all the new things in this cottage have a huge attraction to Gongsun Yan, so Gongsun Yan hopes to stay here more. The sky gradually darkened, the moon hung high on the cold night, because the cottage was closed, many foreign monks stayed in the cottage, and Zhao Zhen and the others, like most foreign monks, looked for a secluded place to rest.

After going from the Barbarian Town to the Barbarian Bone Clan, Zhao Zhen could vaguely feel that his cultivation was slowly growing along the way, and there were faint signs of breaking through the soul infancy stage, Zhao Zhen knew that this was his own killing of hundreds of people in the life and death street of the Barbarian Town, and after absorbing these souls into the soul heart, the soul heart had begun to slowly refine the soul, I believe that it would not be long before a large amount of soul essence would be produced, which would be absorbed by Zhao Zhen's soul infant, and at that time, Zhao Zhen's cultivation would be able to break through and advance to the stage of spirituality. Sitting quietly cross-legged, Zhao Zhen felt the changes in his soul while devoting himself to guarding his surroundings.

At this moment, Luo Bai and Zi Yanran also sat down to cultivate like Zhao Zhen, only Gongsun Yan was lazy, and kept looking around at those barbarian clansmen. After Luo Bai got the hurricane spirit wind presented by Zhao Zhen, he had successfully absorbed it, so as soon as he had time, he would slowly feel the changes of the hurricane spirit wind in his body, and Zi Yanran's situation was similar, his body contained both cold ice flame and scorching water, these two substances formed a special operation law in Zi Yanran's body, constantly refining the impurities in Zi Yanran's body, and now Zi Yanran seemed to feel that his cultivation was about to break through the peak of the golden pill.

Zhao Zhen, Luo Bai and Zi Yanran were all busy with their own cultivation, but Gongsun Yan was happy, but at this moment, Gu Zhen strode over with a big man guarding the gate of the cottage, and said with a smile after seeing Zhao Zhen and the others: "Today, at the third watch, my barbarian bone clan spirit girl wants to worship her ancestors in front of the clan hall, everyone can go to watch, do you want to go?"

The spirit girl is a woman who serves the ancestors in the Wu race, these women are not only extremely talented, but also have a beautiful appearance, because of the service of the ancestors, so the status of the spirit girl in the clan is also good. There will be spirit maidens in many witch races, and these spirit maidens must be virgins, and they will not marry to serve their ancestors for life, which not only symbolizes the strength of a race, but also represents the belief in the supremacy of the ancestors.

"Worship ancestors?" After hearing this, Zhao Zhen slowly opened his eyes, and was about to refuse, but he found that Gongsun Yan wanted to go and watch with a smile, and Zhao Zhen was helpless, and now he couldn't go out in this cottage anyway, so Zhao Zhen agreed.

"Hehe, you don't know, the spirit girl of my barbarian bone clan is the daughter of the patriarch Bermuda, named Bermuda, and she is very beautiful!" The guard who was traveling with the bone setback, seeing that Zhao Zhen and the others had a good relationship with the bone setback, couldn't help but speak: "This ancestor worship will be watched by many people, but the purpose of many people is also to have the opportunity to see the spirit girl!"

Hearing this big man's words, Zhao Zhen's face was full of surprise, he couldn't imagine that the spirit girl was the main motivation to attract these guys to watch the ancestor worship, and suddenly, the honest image of these barbarian people in Zhao Zhen's mind suddenly became a little obscene, I don't know if it was a psychological reason, when Zhao Zhen's eyes looked at the bone frustration and this big man again, he even felt that even the bone frustration at this time, the eyebrows were full of frivolity!

Under the leadership of Gu Fu and Dahan, Zhao Zhen and others came to the clan hall to watch the ancestor worship. At this time, the front of the clan hall was already overcrowded, not only surrounded by a large number of people from the Barbarian Bone Clan, but even many foreign monks were not a few, in this regard, Zhao Zhen and the others were speechless, they couldn't imagine that the Spirit Maiden of the Barbarian Bone Clan really had such a great attraction and could attract so many people.

The ancestor worship of the Barbarian Bone Clan is performed once at the beginning of each month, which is more frequent than other races. At this moment, there are already more than ten barbarian women in front of the clan hall wearing strange costumes dancing in front of the clan hall, each woman is holding a very delicate tambourine in her hand and gently beating, the rhythmic drum sound with the light dance steps, quite a unique style of the alien race, the spirit girl has not yet appeared, but it has already won the admiration of many onlookers.

The Barbarian Bone Woman is slender, round and full, with the unique dance and drum sound, which makes people dizzy and yearning. This kind of dance is a ritual before the ancestors of the barbarian bone tribe, and it is also sacred and not to be lightly offended for the people of the barbarian bone tribe, although the dancing women are all graceful and beautiful, but no one dares to come forward to blaspheme. Just as the crowd was looking, a white shadow fell from the air like a dragonfly, and the silver-white clothes danced in the wind, fluttering in the center of more than a dozen dancing women.

The woman's light gauze covers her face and is tied in white clothes, her silver hair dances softly in the wind, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows is slightly bewitching, her shoulders are shaved into a waist, her muscles are like a coagulated gas, and she is charming and boneless. With the appearance of the woman in white, the crowd suddenly let out countless exclamations, faintly faint pupils looked at everyone, the woman bent her waist to take a slight step, showing a bright wrist in the light yarn, such as jade's plain hands lingered gracefully, the skirt was flying, a pair of water eyes like smoke wanted to talk and rest, the streamer was flying, and the whole person was like a flower through the fog, hazy and ethereal.

The woman's dancing posture is light, her body is as light as a swallow, her body is soft as a cloud, her arms are soft as boneless, and she dances like a lotus flower step by step, like a butterfly flying among the flowers. As the drums around gradually rapid, the woman's graceful dancing arms suddenly shook off like water sleeves, the sleeves danced, as if there were countless petals fluttering down in the air, wisps of petals, fluttering with the wind, the breeze brought up the clothes, the woman was like a fairy, the petals flew down all over the sky, and the drum also stopped abruptly.

The spirit girl of the Barbarian Bone Clan, Bermuda, is indeed as the Han said, and it does have a lot of attraction, at least even Zhao Zhen feels that this woman is indeed a Tianxiang country. After the dance, the spirit girl Bermuda slowly walked into the clan hall and began to worship the ancestors, Zhao Zhen and the others because they were not members of the barbarian clan, so they could only watch outside the clan hall, and those clansmen could enter it.

The process of worshipping ancestors was very long, and Zhao Zhen and the others watched outside the clan hall for a long time and gradually lost interest, so they turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, there were three monks wearing Jiuxiaomen costumes and Zhao Zhen and others came face to face, two men and one woman among the three people, and their cultivation was in the early stage of distraction. The three of them looked arrogant, and when they passed by Zhao Zhen and the others, the female monk of the Jiuxiao Sect glanced at Zhao Zhen and the others, revealing a slight mockery: "It seems that my Dao Sect is really prosperous, I can't imagine that even a sect like the Purple Thunder Sect will dare to come to the Barbarian Demon Domain!"

After listening to the words of this female monk of the Nine Heavens Sect, Zhao Zhen's face sank, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and the palms in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists unconsciously. Originally, Zhao Zhen took into account that his own strength was too weak, and the three daughters of Zi Yanran, Luo Bai and Gongsun Yan around him needed protection, so they didn't want to provoke a strong enemy, but they didn't expect the monks of Jiuxiao Gate to take the initiative to provoke, to this point, if Zhao Zhen could endure it any longer, he would be a seven-foot man in vain.

"Huh?" When Zhao Zhen stopped, the female monk of the Nine Heavens Sect who spoke also noticed the pause in the footsteps of Zhao Zhen and the others, in this regard, the female monk not only did not restrain herself, but her expression was even more disdainful, and she turned to Zhao Zhen and the others and said sarcastically: "A small sect is a small sect, and when you come to the Barbarian Demon Domain, you are so frightened that you can't even walk, it's really embarrassing!"

"Senior Sister Nanyue said very well, the monks who came out of the small sect are all waste, how can they be compared with my Jiuxiao Sect?" As soon as this female monk of the Jiuxiao Sect said this, the other two male monks immediately echoed with flattery on their faces, and unceremoniously scolded and ridiculed Zhao Zhen and the others. For these monks of the Jiuxiao Sect, ridiculing and bullying the disciples of the small sect has become commonplace, and they are even more disdainful of Zhao Zhen and the others.

In the face of the repeated provocations of these three Jiuxiaomen monks, Zhao Zhen slowly turned his head back with a little murderous intent in his eyes, and just as Zhao Zhen was about to make a move, Gongsun Yan looked at the Jiuxiaomen female monk with apricot eyes, and said categorically: "What are you talking about, why don't you accumulate virtue on your lips?"

"What are you talking about?" Hearing Gongsun Yan's words, the female monk of Jiuxiaomen's face turned cold, her eyes turned to Gongsun Yan, and after discovering that Gongsun Yan's cultivation was so low, the contempt on her face became even stronger: "That's what I'm talking about you!"

Gongsun Yan's face turned red with anger, he wanted to make a move but his cultivation was too low, knowing that he was not the opponent of this female monk of the Nine Heavens Sect, he had an idea at the moment, and immediately opened his mouth to fight back: "Who did Sanba say?"

"Sanba said you!" The female monk of Jiuxiaomen heard Gongsun Yan's words, and did not react for a while, and quickly agreed without thinking, and admitted that she was Sanba!

When Zhao Zhen, Zi Yanran, Luo Bai and the others heard this, they immediately didn't hold back, and burst out laughing, and all the anger that was insulted by the female monks of the Nine Heavens Gate was also completely resolved under the counterattack of Gongsun Yan's words. The three of them were amused by Gongsun Yan's wit, and felt helpless for the dullness and stupidity of the female monk of Jiuxiaomen, this is such a trivial matter, the difference between the two can be seen completely, maybe Gongsun Yan's cultivation is not as good as the female monk of Jiuxiaomen, but in terms of wit and brain, the female monk of Jiuxiaomen obviously can't catch up with Gongsun Yan.

Hearing the laughter of Zhao Zhen and the others, the female monk of Jiuxiaomen couldn't help but look at the other two male monks who were walking with her in astonishment, and finally reacted after a while, her face, which was originally a little bit of posture, was also completely distorted at this moment, she snorted coldly, stretched out her slender hand suddenly, grabbed Gongsun Yan's neck like a tigress, and said frantically: "The little slut dares to insult me, looking for death!"