"I……"

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain.

Anyway, this kind of thing will definitely become darker the more you describe it.

"I'm back!"

As for the news that spread, Ming fell several clay pots and other things, he didn't care about it.

...

It was on the third day after the Feiman tribe arrived at the Beichen tribe.

Tens of thousands of barbarians gathered together and watched more than ten arenas built in the center.

"The Northern Chen Ceremony begins!"

The high priests and leaders of the tribes such as Feiman, Heitu, etc., followed several clan leaders and elders of the Beichen tribe and began to sacrifice.

"That's Beichen Luo, the clan leader of the Beichen tribe? A practitioner in the Yuandan realm?"

Fang Yuan stared at the middle-aged barbarian with a deep breath at the front, and secretly glanced at the elders behind him: "I wonder if there is an old monster from the deified realm hidden in it, huh? Isn't there any special envoy of the ancestral court? Why didn't you see it?"

"Sacrifice to heaven and earth, worship the Man Ancestor!"

...

After a series of rituals, many elders returned to their seats, and several tribal leaders were also puzzled: "Where is the leader of Beichen and the special envoy?"

"Sir, I don't like to be proud of myself, so I'll watch it in secret!"

Beichen thrust his face, but he still answered calmly, and waved his hand again: "Let's start!"

"The Beichen Competition begins, bloody warriors from all tribes come forward to draw lots!"

Suddenly, Fang Yuan and a group of young geniuses stepped forward and began to draw lots one by one, forming...

Under the awning, the atmosphere eased up suddenly.

Many leaders ate barbecue, drank fine wine, made loud comments, and commented on geniuses.

"Haha, who wants to take a gamble on this competition?"

An elder of Beichen Minister asked happily.

"Su Wen Beichen tribe produced a peerless genius at this coming-of-age ceremony, awakening the second-grade totem Suzaku! He has already booked the first place, and he can't compare, he can't compare!"

The leaders of other tribes shook their heads.

Just kidding, the second-grade totem, the accumulation of the power of the totem alone is probably enough to sweep these teenagers, and there is almost no suspense.

"The first name is not good, but you can bet on the rest!"

Hei suddenly saw this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes and stared at Mangu: "Old Gut, I'll bet on your Feiman tribe. None of them can defeat Heike. How about it? Do you dare to take it?"
Chapter completed!