A gourd has 10,000 high-grade spirit shells, but just now six gourds were dropped and one was blown up, that is to say, does Zhang Baijian need to compensate 70,000 high-grade spirit shells? Even if Zhang Baijian now has mastered the means of refining weapons, and has a divine fire body, the burden of making money is too great.

Not to mention that there are more gourds trembling on the vines, ready to land at any moment.

"Venerable, please also tell me how to collect these gourds!" Zhang Baijian shouted loudly. At this moment, two more gourds fell, snapped twice, and shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Method, didn't I tell Huo Qingxin to teach you earlier?" Venerable Qinghu's lazy voice came leisurely.

Zhang Baijian quickly recalled those mantras and handprints, and could not hesitate, quickly made a seal on his hand, one after another handprints flew out, and a flash of blue light flashed, and a falling gourd was wrapped in blue light, and slowly fell, under the traction of Zhang Baijian's true yuan, it fell into a bamboo basket on the side.

Finding the right way to collect the gourd, Zhang Baijian quickly got busy.

The gourds erupted and fell from the gourd vines like fountains, and Zhang Baidao's body pulled out afterimages in the air, busy spinning.

"Stupid! Isn't your head emptier than a gourd with an empty stomach?

Zhang Baijian stopped suddenly, the seal in his hand changed, and the two cyan gourds that had just fallen from the gourd vine flew to Zhang Baijian's side, and instantly turned into two people who were exactly the same as Zhang Baijian, and the three Zhang Baijian rushed in three different directions, constantly pinching the handprint, and collecting the gourds that fell from the gourd vine.

When the bright moon hangs in the middle of the sky. All the gourds on the gourd vines fell off, and Zhang Baijian received them into the bamboo baskets one by one. Looking at the gourds piled up into a hill, Zhang Baijian suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his chest.

If this pile of gourds were to be replaced with Lingbei, how much would it be?

A heavy gourd suddenly fell from the sky and smashed the back of Zhang Baidao's head.

"A total of eleven gourds have been broken, so bring 110,000 high-grade spirit shells!" Qinghu Venerable's words instantly dispersed Zhang Baidao's joy.

Bitter face. Zhang Baijian handed over almost half of the Lingbei in his hand and touched the back of his head.

Venerable Qinghu pulled back his big gourd full of wine, poured a large sip of wine, and looked at Zhang Baijian lazily.

"Senpai!"

"Call Master!" Venerable Qinghu glared at Zhang Baijian fiercely.

Zhang Baijian called out honestly: "Master!"

"Master, it's a gourd that you let Senior Brother Huo teach me!"

Venerable Qinghu glared and interrupted Zhang Baijian's words: "What you have learned has nothing to do with me, and you can't say it, the secret must be hidden in your stomach, and the more you hide, the fewer people will see you clearly." ”

"There are some things that some people don't want me to teach you, so I didn't teach you. But you learned. It has nothing to do with me either. It's all your own understanding. Venerable Qinghu slurped his wine and said casually.

Zhang Baijian smiled faintly and did not make a sound.

"Now that you've learned what you want, time can't drag on. In a few days, someone will tell you to go to the Sea of Life, which is a test and a creation, and it is up to you whether you succeed or not. This is my chance for you. But in order to enter the Sea of Life, you must also pass the trials of the Barbarian Witch Tribe. A lot of people will stop you from entering, so be prepared yourself. Speaking of this, Venerable Qinghu seemed to have a trace of tiredness flashing in the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Baijian knew that it must be full of complexity. The competition of many forces.

Venerable Qinghu was able to do this for him, and he was already worthy of his master.

In the main hall of Lingzhu Peak. On six towering platforms, six people sat each. In the middle of the six high platforms, at the top of the sloping staircase, a carved dragon chair sat Yan Wei, the young patriarch.

"I don't know what happened to the Pavilion Master today?" Venerable Long Fan was a middle-aged man who wore a black power suit, but also wore a cloak with dragon scale-like scales. He is also a witch god-level powerhouse of the Barbarian Witch Tribe, but he has never created his own avenue like the Qinghu Venerable, and his strength is several points weaker.

Yan Wei said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, it's just the recent triennial quota selection to go to the Sea of Life. It's about to begin, and I don't know if the leaders have already ordered their men to get ready!"

The six leaders were all expressionless, and in the end, only the Lonely Lamp Venerable said: "The triennial quota selection is really not a big deal, how it was in the past, try to do it as usual! If the young patriarch has spare time, why not deal with more important tasks, and don't put his leisure on these side matters! Seeing that the change of the millennium is imminent, many things need to be handled by the young patriarch instead of the patriarch. ”

The voice of the Lone Lantern Venerable was very faint, so faint that it was almost impossible to hear. But his words were very heavy, and he faintly stood for the sake of Yan Wei's elders and accused Yan Wei of making such a fuss.

At this time, the Lingzhu Venerable, who was also Yan Wei's aunt, suddenly said: "The triennial quota selection is related to the future talent reserve of my Barbarian Wu Tribe, how can it be called a trivial matter? ”

Venerable Lingzhu showed the help of the chariot and horse, even if the leaders of these clans didn't care about Yan Wei, they couldn't help but give Venerable Lingzhu a little thin face.

Yan Wei's face changed slightly, and then he showed a light smile, leaned forward slightly, and said lightly: "This year's quota selection, I don't have to bother you, but Wei has a doubt, so I want to ask the leaders!"

Seeing that everyone was waiting for his next words, Yan Wei didn't sell it, and said directly: "You should also know that the Ninth Thunder God and the Qinghu Venerable jointly accepted a disciple some time ago!"

Speaking of this, Venerable Qinghu glanced at Yan Wei obliquely, and didn't say anything.

Yan Wei continued: "This person's name is Zhang Baijian, although he is not from my barbarian witch tribe, he is also a hero!"

Hearing him say this, everyone had an interested look on their faces. But the real idea is unknown.

"I think you've all seen it, this Senior Brother Zhang Baijian Zhang. With his own strength, he fought against Xu Jie and Chen Xiu, the two young masters, and finally killed these two with only the strength of the early stage of the spirit!" Yan Wei was in a tone of sighing. But listening to it in the ears of the Lone Lantern Venerable was extremely unpleasant.

That's just Chen Xiu, Xu Jie is one of the juniors valued by the Lonely Lantern Venerable.

Yan Wei's words were clearly praising Zhang Baijian. Secretly, a thorn was planted in the heart of the Lone Lamp Venerable. As long as Zhang Baijian lives for one day, this thorn will always be stuck in the heart of the Lone Lantern Venerable.

However, these few words alone were not enough for the Lone Lantern Venerable to deal with Zhang Baijian regardless of his identity. Living to the age of the Lonely Lantern Venerable, he is naturally very shrewd. He wouldn't be used by Yan Wei so simply without the slightest benefit.

"If you want to say anything, just say it quickly! There are so many twists and turns, you are not bothered!" Venerable Qinghu waved his hand and said impatiently.

Yan Wei frowned. Then he said: "Xu Jie and Chen Xiu are both good players at the peak of their spirits, and they are still inferior to Zhang Baijian alone. In this competition for places in the Sea of Vitality, if Zhang Baijian continues to be placed in the group of gods and spirits, I am afraid that it will be a little unfair to other people. Maybe it will lead to a real brain drain without being discovered!"

"Hmph! What do you mean by this? Zhang Baijian is clearly in the early stage of the Divine Spirit, if he is not assigned to the Divine Spirit Group, will he not be able to be assigned to the Yang Soul Group? Isn't the talent Zhang Baijian a talent? With the early stage of the Divine Spirit, he is not a talent, who is it?" Jumped to his feet, pointed at Yan Wei's nose and said loudly.

"Venerable Qinghu, please pay attention to your demeanor. In front of you is the young patriarch. Although he is your junior, in terms of identity, he is half a level higher than you!" said Lingzhu Venerable coldly.

Yan Wei said: "Venerable Qinghu should be dissatisfied, after all, Zhang Baijian is his disciple. It's just that Venerable Qinghu should also think about the overall situation, and don't ignore the overall situation because of your own selfishness. Ignoring the fairness and justice of the Barbarian Witch Tribe's cultivation of disciples!"

Venerable Qinghu sneered: "Fairness and justice, if you Yan Wei really want to pay attention to fairness and justice, first remove the children of those big families from the selection list." ”

"Wei Duhe, watch your words!" said Venerable Chigu heavily.

The Iron Sword Venerable, who had always been good friends with the Qinghu Venerable, also spoke up: "If you are a little more capable, you should be treated differently, then who will dare to excel in the future? If this matter is spread, it will only make the world laugh at my barbarian tribe and jealous." There is no room for people. ”

Yan Wei said: "Iron Sword Venerable's words are wrong! Fairness is the foundation and foundation of a sect that can maintain long-term peace and stability. Although Zhang Baijian only has the early stage of the gods, his strength is worthy of the peak of the two gods. Placed in the spirit group, it will not only cause the disciples to be unconvinced. It will also discourage them. Of course, letting Zhang Baijian participate in the competition for places in the advanced Yang Soul Group may not be a good thing for him. Only true tempering can promote his growth, what do you think the leaders think?"

Venerable Qinghu snorted heavily, turned his eyes to look at the rest of the Venerables, and disappeared on the high platform in a flash.

There were still five leaders left, and among them, Lingzhu Venerable, the main master of Lingzhu Peak, was the first to say: "What the young patriarch said is reasonable! In order to ensure the fairness of the competition for places, it is agreed that Zhang Baijian will be promoted to the Yang Soul Group!"

The Lone Lantern Venerable also seemed to have guessed Yan Wei's plan, and said with a smile: "This is a great good!

Venerable Long Fan nodded: "Agreed!"

Venerable Chime Drum also followed: "Agreed!"

In this way, Yan Wei adjusted Zhang Baijian from the Divine Spirit Group to the Yang Soul Group for a comical reason, and obtained the consent of the four tribal leaders.

When everyone dispersed, the Spirit Bead Venerable turned his head to look at Yan Wei.

"Yan Wei! You've gone too far this time! You've been reckless, it's not like you!"

Yan Wei looked at the Spirit Bead Venerable with a smile: "Auntie, I naturally have my own plans for doing this. I've seen that young man named Zhang Baijian and he does have a lot of potential, but he doesn't pose a real threat to me. The ones who really made me feel threatened were the people from the Witch Water Ministry. They thought that I didn't know that Zhang Baijian was the lifesaver they found? If I don't know, I'll have to move my position as the young patriarch. ”

"What you said is not bad, but if you do this, aren't you afraid of bearing a notoriety of jealousy?" asked the Spirit Bead Venerable worriedly.

Yan Wei smiled and said, "Auntie, don't you know that the records are only written by the victors? As long as I succeed in mastering the Barbarian Witch Tribe again, who else will remember that I once killed a small disciple? This time, I just took advantage of this opportunity to divide these old things. As long as Zhang Baijian dies, the hope of the Barbarian Witch Water Department will be completely bankrupt, and there will inevitably be another slits between several tribes, so I will just be subdued one by one. Use it for yourself. ”

"What if that little guy named Zhang Baijian hadn't died?" said the Spirit Bead Venerable.

Yan Wei's eyes were full of murderous intent: "He must die!

"You're not looking for it!"

"That's right! it's them, they are also part of the Barbarian Witch Tribe, and there should be nothing wrong with coming to participate in the quota of the Barbarian Witch Tribe's trip to the Sea of Life!" Yan Wei had a cold smile on her face, and her long cyan hair was flying, like ice needles.

Lingzhu Venerable sighed: "I hope you are right to do this!"

"What I do, naturally there will be no mistakes!" Yan Wei said confidently.

The rules for participating in the competition for places and the list of matchups have been distributed. Among them, there are 2,000 places in the spirit group, but more than 80,000 people participate in the competition. There are 800 places in the Yang Soul Group, and there are more than 9,000 people participating in the competition. There are only 200 places in the Supreme Group, but as many as 4,000 people are participating in the competition.

It can be seen that this barbarian witch tribe has a profound heritage.

Roughly calculated, the pillars of such an ordinary small sect as Shenluo have eighty or ninety thousand in the Barbarian Witch Tribe. Yang Soul is a rare and powerful party, and there are tens of thousands of people in the Barbarian Witch Tribe. And the absolute powerhouse under the supreme powerhouse Witch God, the Barbarian Witch Tribe also has four or five thousand, what a terrifying number.

With such a background, it is no wonder that the Barbarian Witch Tribe can set up a happy land in Pengzhou in the open sea where monsters, fierce beasts, and brute beasts are full of natural dangers.

At the same time, with a peek at the leopard, Zhang Baijian can also know that the entire Wild Continent is not simple. Occupying such a huge fertile land, and even oppressing the demon clan in the mountains and forests, how many human powerhouses should there be on the continent?

Jumping out of the circle of the mainland, watching from the sidelines, I saw some problems that I had not discovered and paid attention to before.

Zhang Baijian knew that he wanted to kill Ji Jiao for his relatives, for his clansmen, and to avenge Yang Hao, but in fact, he really had a long way to go. Great Xia is in charge of the royal power of Middle-earth, sitting on countless resources, and the hidden power is only stronger than that of the barbarian witch tribe. (To be continued......)