"I admire your courage for being so stubborn when things get tough!" Priest Liluo said coldly, then he looked at Priest Wu, his anger beating: "Wu, are you mute? Speak!"
The Hidden Mirror Priest's face was also extremely ugly. There was no need to say anything now. Facts had proved that the person who could defeat Hao Senyu with one move that Wu boasted about was not worthy of a big job.
As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The Hidden Mirror Priest said solemnly: "Give us an explanation! Otherwise, you, the Uzbek tribe, will hold the sacred fire ceremony alone, and we will withdraw!"
The Wu tribe was so confused in their affairs, how could they dare to risk their lives and property? It was still too late to retreat before they formally confronted Nu Tianyi.
Under the focus of everyone, Priest Wu's expression was actually uglier than anyone present.
His cheek muscles squirmed slightly, showing his inner unrest, and his voice was hoarse and trembling due to the drastic change in emotion: "Hu Yifan, do you have any other reasons?"
How can you convince someone who is just injured in practice?
"You don't believe it?" Xia Qingchen asked.
Priest Wu stared at him, suppressing the urge to get angry: "How can I believe you? It just so happened that I was injured at this time, and since the injury was so serious, I still claim that I will recover at dawn. How can I believe your words?"
Not long ago, he could defeat Hao Senyu with one move, but in the next moment he was injured. Who could accept it?
In the crowd, Wu Guiming, who came after hearing the news, pondered: "Dad, could it be that he used some barbaric skills to stimulate his potential, so he defeated Hao Senyu, and now his potential has been exhausted and he has returned to his original form?
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As soon as this statement came out, most of the people present suddenly stood up.
good!
This explanation is the most reasonable. Otherwise, how could a super prodigy who could defeat the best warrior in the wilderness with one move become unknown?
Even Priest Wu couldn't help guessing that the changes in Xia Qingchen's body were indeed caused by barbaric techniques.
Wu Guiming added jealously: "Dad, he deceived you and deceived us, the Wu tribe, so we should follow the rules of the Wu tribe and stone him to death!"
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Xia Qingchen's punch made Wu Guiming feel resentful in his heart.
Ubo Fu on the side also narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Priest, kill him as soon as possible to calm the anger of the other two tribes, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."
Priest Wu's eyes were filled with hesitant murderous intent. If he killed, it would be a pity, but if he didn't, it would be embarrassing.
At this moment, Wu Xiangtian walked out with a steel knife in his arms and said firmly: "Kill him, where will you find a replacement?"
There are less than three hours left before the Holy Fire Sacrifice. The possibility of finding a dead man who is of the right age, willing to play, and has a certain level of strength is zero.
With this word, everyone was awakened. The expressions of Priest Liluo and Priest Zangjing changed again and again, and they did not dare to threaten them anymore.
If there are not even enough people to gather together, it will be impossible to hold the Holy Fire Sacrifice.
Wu Xiangtian said at the right time: "Wouldn't it be better to give him a chance and let him die in a fight while he still has some potential?"
He was the only one who knew that Xia Qingchen was definitely not someone who used overdraft potential barbaric techniques.
This is because, before defeating Hao Senyu, Xia Qingchen had to take the palm of Hong Nu to make him immortal. However, there was a long time between the two, and the overdraft potential could only last for an hour.
Therefore, when Xia Qingchen said that he was injured during cultivation, he believed it, but the others did not believe it.
Priest Wu looked at Priest Liluo and Priest Zangjing: "What do you think?"
The two looked at each other and sighed heavily: "Hey! The matter has come to this, what else can we do?"
Unless they give up the fight for the throne!
But they would never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so they could only place their hopes on the other eight dead men, hoping that their strength could offset the adverse effects brought by Xia Qingchen.
Priest Wu said: "Well, let's break up then. I want to reconsider."
The group of people dispersed, and he looked at Xia Qingchen again, with a suppressed coldness in his eyes: "Tomorrow's fight, you do your best."
He could no longer place his hopes of victory on Xia Qingchen, so he needed to make other preparations!
"Just be prepared to fulfill your promise." Xia Qingchen remained calm, turned around and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Wu Xiangtian and moved his lips: "Thank you."
"To each other." Wu Xiangtian raised his neck proudly, still as arrogant as before.
Xia Qingchen helped him once, he helped Xia Qingchen once, and they were even!
Time flies and it's dawn.
Xia Qingchen silently crossed his legs, relying on his strong physique and some healing drugs to heal the internal injuries in his body.
"Caught up." Xia Qingchen stood up, his bones crackling like fried beans. His seemingly thin body hid a surging physical strength.
A strange noise woke up the sleeping Luo Shuixian.
She slept peacefully for the first time in half a month. She was full of energy. Looking at Xia Qingchen who had not slept all night, a grateful smile appeared on her calm and pretty face. She got up knowingly, fetched face wash and served him: "Master, please."
She had already put herself in the position of a maid. Xia Qingchen took the towel and said, "You're welcome."
Luo Shuixian stood in front of Xia Qingchen with relief: "Yesterday, when you rescued me from the barbarians, I was already yours, and I should serve you."
Xia Qingchen waved his hand: "It's easy to save you, so why should I care so much?"
Luo Narcissus shook his head, with a faint smile on his face: "I don't care what you think, but when you asked the barbarians for me as a reward yesterday, I belong to you."
"Of course, if you leave me alone, I won't complain." Luo Shuixian smiled lightly, with a hint of uneasiness on his face.
Xia Qingchen refused again and again. Did he really not want to care about her anymore?
After all, it may not be easy to take her out of Lounan.
"Okay, follow me." Xia Qingchen patted her shoulder, and a trace of star power poured into her body to help her calm down her uneasiness.
In this way, Luo Narcissus regained her vitality and was busy arranging his clothes and combing his hair, as if she was her maid.
"Priest Wu invites you!" The barbarian's announcement sounded outside the door.
Time is up!
"Let's go!" Xia Qingchen stepped out with his hands behind his back, and Luo Shuixian followed closely behind.
Soon after, the golden account.
The core members of the Wu tribe were already present. In addition, there were two dead soldiers that Xia Qingchen had seen before. Their bodies were covered with pinholes, and their expressions looked particularly determined.
What's slightly weird is that Wu Guiming actually stands side by side with them.
"You're here." Priest Wu simply nodded his head to Xia Qingchen and said, "Now, I would like to formally announce the rules of martial arts to you who are participating in the martial arts."
Xia Qingchen listened patiently. The rules were very simple. Through drawing lots, he would fight against the strong men selected by Nu Tianyi one to one in the crater of the volcano.
"In view of the instability of the volcano in recent years, I will give each of you participants a sacred stone to wear." He took out three broken sacred stones. To Xia Qingchen's surprise, there was a trace of divinity remaining on the sacred stones. (12 o'clock)