The old man at the front of the team immediately scolded the girl next to him.
The girl named Qian Ping pursed her lips when she heard the words, but she was obedient and stopped talking nonsense to Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun.
"You two, I'm really sorry! Qian Ping has a rather domineering personality and has offended many people. Please forgive me, my two friends!" the old man said apologetically.
Don't hit the smiling person, this old man has already mentioned this, Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun naturally don't want to take it to heart.
"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding!" Zhuo Wen said with a smile.
"My name is E Taihe, and I am the leader of the Moon Wolf Clan! These are the juniors of our Moon Wolf Clan!"
The old man smiled and pointed at the group of people behind him, and continued: "The two of you who came to Wushen City this time are probably here to participate in the Wusong Ceremony, right? I don't know which ethnic group you two are friends of. You should also have received gifts from the Wu Clan.
The invitation from the high priest is to go to the inner city of Witch God City, right?"
When the old man introduced that they were from the Moon Wolf Clan, both Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun showed solemn expressions.
The Moon Wolf Clan is also one of the ten major races in the prehistoric world, and its ranking is still above the Phoenix Clan.
No wonder the two of them felt a vague sense of threatening oppression when they first met this old man. Compared to this old man, he was also a strong man at the same level as Feng Liluo, and might even be stronger than Feng Liluo.
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Thinking of this, both of them looked solemnly.
However, when the two of them heard the second half of the old man's words, they looked at a loss.
Ziwei Xingjun even subconsciously asked: "Do you have to receive an invitation from the high priest of the Witch Clan to participate in the Wusong Conference? If you don't receive the invitation, you can't participate in the Wusong Conference?"
As soon as Ziweixingjun said this, Etaihe's smiling old face couldn't help but stiffen, and his eyes became quite strange.
"Haha, you laughed me to death! You are indeed two country bumpkins. You didn't even know about the invitation from the High Priest of the Witch Clan. You still have the nerve to say that you are here to attend the Witch Song Ceremony! Country bumpkins like you should leave the Witch God City as soon as possible.
, you have no chance to participate in the Shaman Song Meeting." Qian Ping laughed loudly, her words full of sarcasm.
The indifferent young man standing on the other side of Etaihe raised his chin slightly and his eyes showed disdain.
As for the rest of the team, they all followed Qian Ping and sneered. Although they didn't sneer, this kind of sneer made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Qian Ping, please stop making trouble! If you make trouble again, don't blame me for punishing you to face the wall!" E Taihe said displeasedly.
This sentence was very effective. Qian Ping immediately did not dare to say anything, obviously afraid of the face wall spoken by E Taihe.
After shocking Qian Ping, E Taihe's attitude towards Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun became much colder.
"Since the two of you have not received the invitation from the High Priest of the Witch Clan, it seems that we are not traveling together, so let's say goodbye!"
After E Taihe finished speaking, he planned to lead his team and pass by Zhuo Wen.
However, Zhuo Wen stopped E Taihe.
"My friend, what do you mean by this? Although I, Etaihe, am polite to others, I treat my enemies differently." Etaihe said with a gloomy expression.
Zhuo Wen cupped his fists and smiled and said: "Mr. E, we have no ill intentions, we just want to ask for advice on this so-called invitation!"
"We have heard from others that this Wusong Association is in the wild world, and all foreign races with a bone age of less than 10,000 years can participate! Why do what I heard, and what you said, Mr. E,
Is it completely different? Do I still need an invitation to participate in the Shaman Song Ceremony?"
The corners of Etaihe's mouth were slightly raised, but the smile he showed was full of mockery.
"Haha, you are indeed a country bumpkin. It seems that you are from an unknown small clan. You haven't even received an invitation! To tell you the truth, Wu Wuxian, the high priest of the Wu clan, sent out tens of thousands of invitations and handed them to the top ten.
Race and famous clan!”
"As long as the geniuses who hold these invitations are qualified to enter the inner city of Witch God City! They can also participate in the official Witch Song Meeting!"
"As for those trash tribes who have not received the invitation letter, they can only stay in the outer city. If they want to enter the inner city and obtain the qualifications to officially participate in the Shaman Song Society, they will have to compete with countless trash tribes.
A small number of places! Haha, when you enter the outer city, you can compete with those garbage like you for the pitifully few places!" Qian Ping sneered.
"Qian Ping, let's go! Don't talk too much!" Etaihe pulled Qian Ping away and entered the Witch God City without saying hello to Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun.
Zhuo Wen didn't care about E Taihe's sudden change of face. He was now thinking about Qian Ping's words.
"Brother Zhuo, it seems that this Witch God City is divided into an inner city and an outer city. We don't have the background of a big clan, so we can only compete with those geniuses from small clans for places!" Ziwei Xingjun said.
"Well! Let's go take a look now and inquire about the conditions for entering the inner city! Anyway, there are still ten days before the official start of the witch-song meeting..."
Before Zhuo Wen could finish speaking, his body suddenly froze in place and he looked toward the sky with his back to the city gate.
Ziwei Xingjun noticed something strange, followed Zhuo Wen's gaze, and discovered a huge flying artifact burning with flames.
The flying artifact landed at the city gate, and four figures walked down from it.
Among these four figures, there are two figures that Ziwei Xingjun is very familiar with.
These two figures turned out to be Feng Liluo and Feng Buming, the Phoenix Lords of the Phoenix Clan. The other two figures were a man and a woman. Judging from their clothes, they should also be from the Phoenix Clan.
"Then Feng Liluo is indeed alive! Brother Zhuo, are you okay?"
Ziwei Xingjun soon discovered that Zhuo Wen's body was trembling and he looked extremely excited. There was extremely murderous intent in his eyes, so he quickly reminded him.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath and restrained the murderous intent in his eyes.
The murderous intent in his eyes was not directed at Feng Liluo and Feng Buming. Although he wanted to kill these two people, it would not make him lose his composure.
The main reason is the man and woman beside Feng Liluo and Feng Buming, because these men and women are the elder Mu Yu of the Phoenix clan and the elder An Yan of the third clan.
He had already heard in the Phoenix Clan that the elders of the big clan and the three clans left the Phoenix Clan with Mu Chenxue.
Now that these two people have returned, but Mu Chenxue is nowhere to be seen, this makes Zhuo Wen have the urge to go forward and catch the elders of the big clan and the elders of the three clans to question them.
But reason suppressed his impulse, even though he was now eager to know the whereabouts of Mu Chenxue.
But he knew very well that not only would he not be able to defeat the elders of the big clan and the elders of the three clans if he rushed forward now, but it would also attract the attention of the Wu clan.
Moreover, he still needs to attend the witch chanting meeting to obtain the ancestral witch Gu worms from the three ancestral witch corpses in the ancestral witch pool.
As long as he obtains these three Ancestral Witch Gu Insects, Zhuo Wen is confident that the level of his Pangu Holy Body will be raised to eight stars.
By that time, Zhuo Wen's strength will have greatly increased.
Even if he is in the Witch God City, the home of the Witch Clan, he will no longer be timid.
As for the Phoenix Clan, he would be exterminated directly in Wushen City, and he would question the wealthy clan leader about Mu Chenxue's whereabouts.
"I'm fine! Brother Ziwei, let's enter the Witch God City first!" Zhuo Wen shook his head.
Upon hearing this, Ziwei Xingjun followed Zhuo Wen into the Witch God City without asking any questions.