Chen Haifeng showed an expression of disbelief, vomiting blood and struggling to get up.

He didn't understand why the high priest would treat him like this for an outsider.

Even if Qian Jin is Sha Ming's dog, isn't he also Zhang Tai's dog?

"Close the door and wait at the door."

Zhang Tai didn't explain, and his eyes never looked outside the door from the beginning to the end.

It wasn't until the door closed that he lowered his voice and said urgently: "How long has it been? How did you... reach Level 3?"

The ordinary person two months ago has transformed into a third-level priest at the same level as himself today.

Zhang Tai's heart has long been filled with waves.

With such an exaggerated promotion speed, even those super tribes in low-order rifts can only achieve this with their talented priests.

But is it possible for Qian Jin to obtain cultivation of this size?

Can his talent reach genius level?

The answer is yes.

"Evil method, you also practice evil method!"

Zhang Tai's heart skipped a beat, and his face finally showed a bit of panic.

But if you look carefully when you are in a panic, you can see the deeply hidden heartbeat and fear.

It took him six years to be promoted to the third level of priest.

But it only took two months for the money to come in. Who wouldn’t be tempted by this speed?

"Otherwise?" Qian Jin smiled nonchalantly.

"Zhang Tai, you don't naively think that those super tribes distinguish between good and evil to protect the ordinary people who are not even qualified to step into their tribes, do you?"

"Don't be stupid. It's okay for them to talk about good and evil. The bottom class like you and I can't protect ourselves. Who are we to discuss these things?"

Zhang Tai said nothing, but his breathing became more and more rapid.

Of course he understands this kind of thing.

Just like the Zhushikeng tribe distinguishes residents into three, six or nine grades, these are just methods used by super tribes to consolidate their status.

If everyone practices evil and everyone can achieve it in a short time, how can the priestly affairs office control the cracks?

How many civilians will still be willing to go mining honestly?

How can those super tribes gain absolute advantage and continue to exploit many tribes?

"Oh, instead of struggling here, why not learn from me and practice this evil method as soon as possible? Maybe you can become a holy priest in a year or two. Who will dare to question you then?"

Holy priest is the name given to priests above level six.

Once you reach the eighth level, your title will change again and you will become a 'god priest'.

"Go away, even if I die, I will never practice this evil method of yours."

Zhang Tai was breathing heavily, like a mad beast, staring at Qian Jin.

"I feed on human blood continuously, and my appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Even if I can really cultivate to become a god priest, what if I am found out by those super tribes, I will inevitably die in the end."

"Innocent."

Qian Jin suddenly laughed angrily.

I didn't expect that Zhang Tai would really add drama to himself. He was obviously just a priest of a small tribe, and it would be difficult to reach level five in his life if he followed the rules step by step. Now he had begun to fantasize about competing with the god priest of a super tribe.

He simply stopped trying to persuade her and changed the subject.

"I have no obligation to advise you to become stronger. You just have to think clearly and accept it. However, according to the wishes of the Holy Priest, from today on, you will be required to provide blood food every three days. The minimum requirement is five heads."

"What?"

Zhang Tai was startled suddenly.

Three days, five heads?

According to this number, wouldn't it mean that there are 370 people in the Zhushikeng tribe, which can only last for more than half a year?

But at the same time, he captured a key message from Qian Jin's words.

"Sha Ming, Sha Ming...is it level six?"

The reason why he dared to cooperate with evil priests like Sha Ming was because the Yunxiao tribe had fifth-level priests in charge.

But if Sha Ming reaches level six, he will already be the strongest in Crack No. 37.

Zhang Tai felt a little uneasy in his heart, and his tone became much softer.

"Five people is too many. I can supply three people at most... a week at most. This is the limit."

"Stop, this is not a discussion with you, this is a notification."

Qian Jin waved his hand.

"You can choose to quit now, but we cannot guarantee that others will know immediately about cooperating with evil cultivators to supply blood food and colluding with snow bandits to harm the tribe."

"In addition, if Priest Shaming is angry, there is no guarantee that the bodies of your daughter and son-in-law will appear at the entrance of the Zhushikeng tribe tomorrow."

"You threaten me?"

Zhang Tai narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging.

Unexpectedly, Qian Jin looked at each other without any scruples, and strange red lines appeared on his face.

"Is it possible that you want to try it with me?"

"You think I don't dare?"

"Then come on, come on, hit me on the head."

"Fuck you!"

Wow.

Two divine powers suddenly stirred up trouble.

It's okay if Sha Ming is so arrogant. You, a third-level priest who relies on evil magic to achieve rapid success, really think you are a big shot?

Zhang Tai didn't think that he would lose to a quick-acting evil priest after years of hard training.

Therefore, in the first move, he directly used a killing move instead of a defensive move to distance himself.

"Spinning Sky Palm!"

A huge palm formed by air condensation emerged from the void and went straight towards the money.

At the same time, Zhang Tai took his time and launched his second serial killing move.

"Bamboo and stone thorns!"

The masonry floor suddenly bulged, forming sharp spikes that penetrated directly into the bottom.

Two breaths and two methods, a solid foundation.

Even if you look at the many cracks and the tens of thousands of people in the tribe, Zhang Tai's strength can be ranked at the forefront of the third-level priests.

but...

"This, this is impossible."

Zhang Tai exclaimed.

Under his gaze, Qian Jin was so arrogant that he continued to sit cross-legged, indifferent.

I saw a red lotus pattern flashing inexplicably on his chest, and then a bloody streak rushed out from it.

Brush, brush.

The blood-colored horse training started again and again, and with a gentle touch on the palms and bamboo thorns, the two third-level magic skills disappeared without a trace.

"This... what kind of evil method is this?"

"Want to learn?"

Qian Jin smiled strangely, raised his hand, and wrapped his fingers around him.

"Now that I've taken action, I'll give you a chance."

"If you can defend yourself well, you are still qualified to be a dog for the holy priest. If you can't defend yourself, just go..."

"Die!"

Hua Hua Hua.

There was the sound of water flowing in the air, and the bloody Pi Lian suddenly attacked, heading straight towards Zhang Tai.

Fortunately, You Qianjin warned him in advance, so Zhang Tai managed to hold up his frost shield for defense.

However, this air shield couldn't even defend against Thomas' original fire fist technique, so how could it defend against more lethal evil techniques?

Boom, boom, boom...
To be continued...