To sell or not to sell?

Yang Jian looked at the strong man of the Wu clan who woke up and saw it for the first time, and the latter sneered and shook his head into a rattle.

"Don't sell, of course don't sell, don't dare to sell, don't dare to sell!"

"Da Ang, you did a good thing!" the big witch slapped the table angrily.

Needless to explain, Yang Jian almost knew what happened after he fell into a coma, and he was afraid that a young man from the Wu clan would find him first, and seeing that he was not dead, he hit him on the back of the head with a stick.

Then he called the adults of his own family, a certain Wu clan man saw Yang Jian, and found that he looked delicate and refined, very much like a white-faced male pet in captivity in a tribe, so he sent a message and wanted to sell it for a good price.

Unexpectedly, this matter was discovered by the tribe's great witch sacrifice, and the great witch priest discovered that Yang Jian had the breath of the ancestors and the earth, and treated Yang Jian as a guest......

Although Yang Jian's speculation is not complete, it is not far away.

No, the 'buyers' contacted by the strong men of the Wu clan came in a hurry......

"Da Ang!" the big witch trembled with anger and scolded: "Don't you go and drive those half-witches away!

"Hey!" The strong man of the witch clan named Da Ang answered, scratching his head, wanting to say something, but was glared at by the old eyes of the big witch priest, so he had to bow his head and run out.

Yang Jian's divine sense swept over and saw the valley at the mouth of the valley, and there were several women's figures walking slowly, but they were beautifully dressed and brightly armored.

Half-Witch Tribe......

Yang Jian sat down cross-legged again, arched his hand to the Great Witch Sacrifice, and said: "Don't hide the Great Witch Sacrifice, I have no ill will towards the Wu Clan, and I am even more grateful for the kindness of the Tu Niang Niang Niang who helped me back then, and I want to do something." ”

"Guests don't have to worry," the Great Witch Festival smiled gently, "My Wu Clan ancestor has already instructed that Wu must not have anything to do with the Human Race anymore......

Yang Jian thought for a moment and asked, "But because Chi You borrowed troops from the Wu Clan back then, the Wu Clan was involved by it, and his luck was lost?"

"That's right," the Great Witch Priest looked at him with some approval, "Sure enough, the people who can make friends with the ancestors of the Houtu are by no means ordinary people. ”

But he had some appreciation for Yang Jian's mind to sort out the ins and outs in such a short time.

Yang Jian was a little embarrassed and asked, "The nobles are due to lack of food?"

"Guest, look here," the Great Witch Priest pointed to a hide, on which was painted a hideous beast, but on the back of the beast, a slender woman with a vague figure was sketched with a few brushstrokes.

Yang Jian had never seen this portrait, but a name suddenly popped up in his heart:

Ancestral Witch Xuanming.

"This is the ancestor of our tribe. ”

Ancestor, this place is actually the direct clan of the ancestor witch Xuanming!

Yang Jian suddenly understood what this Great Witch Sacrifice meant.

The direct clan of the ancestral witch is forbidden to intermarry with foreign clans, keep the blood pure, and are born with supernatural powers, and adult clansmen are not a problem to move mountains and reclaim the sea.

The direct subordinates of the twelve ancestral witches, but also the backbone of the war with the heyday of the demon clan, the clansmen all have great magical powers, follow the ancestors behind the witch, and the demon clan decisive battle between heaven and earth, three wars, killing countless elite tribes of the demon clan.

If there is a lack of food, the poisonous insects and beasts of the northern Luzhou can be eaten by them.

Then why is it such a bleak situation that Yang Jian has seen?

Could it be because of luck? It's not right, if luck is decaying, the most bad luck in the clan is repeated, but this clan lives in seclusion in the north of Luzhou, and there are few wars.

"Why is this so?" Yang Jian said with a straight face, "The Great Witch Festival doesn't have to sell it to me, just say it." Otherwise, I will feel uneasy, and when he and Hou Tuniang get together again, I will inevitably feel a little ashamed in my heart. ”

Gather?

The eyes of the great witch priest suddenly swelled with some excitement, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You, can you still see the ancestor of the Houtu?"

Yang Jian realized that he was speechless for a while, but he still nodded and said vaguely: "I have an appointment with her in advance, but I don't know when she will come to me." ”

'One day, Nain will come to you and me, and will you stand before me as you do today?'

In my heart, these words whispered in my ear by the picturesque woman in white among the flowers on the other side......

Yang Jian was a little distracted, and sat there for a long time without speaking.

Outside the thatched hut, the big man of the Wu clan was full of embarrassment and said something to a woman wearing palace makeup, the woman's face was a little angry, and several women in armor behind her were also a little angry.

"Da Ang, you dare to play tricks on me! Hmph! Beware of me cutting off your earthly qi for a few years!"

"Hey, hey, don't be like this, Dahua Patriarch! That guy fell from the sky, how do I know that he is noble? That's a figure about ancestors!"

The strong man of the Wu clan also had a sad face, his four big hands were rubbing there, and he smiled, "Patriarch Dahua, although I am your ancestor, we have often dealt with each other." You must have brought some earthly energy with you when you came here today, right? You see, some poison has been made in my people today......

"Don't think about it!" The half-witch girl named 'Hua' rolled her eyes, "This Beiju Luzhou can't be escaped, I flew for a day and a night, trekking through mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles to get here!

Da Ang cheekily: "This is not ...... You see, I'm your best friend, even though I'm your ancestor. ”

"you!" the half-witch kicked over, laughing as she didn't move.

At this moment, a somewhat old call came from behind Da Ang.

"Da Ang, bring in the person who is in charge of the half-witch clan, and the distinguished guest wants to see her. ”

Da Ang hurriedly agreed, and the corners of the half-witch woman's mouth twitched, but she straightened her waist a little nervously. She instructed the women in military uniforms behind her to wait in place, and followed Da Ang to the thatched hut of the Great Witch Festival.

The half-witch tribe occupies most of the area at the junction of Beiju Luzhou and Zhongshenzhou, and has battles with the demon clan from time to time, and it is already the most prosperous branch of the Wu clan at this time.

However, the pure-blood witch clan, especially the pure-blood witch clan who live in seclusion in the depths of Beiju Luzhou and have the blood of the ancestral witch, still has a transcendent status in the half-witch tribe.

Although Da Ang is strong, he is messing around all day long and has no shape, so this half-witch girl dares to fight with him.

The Great Witch Sacrifice who can control the tribe here, that is an old monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time, the real heritage of the Wu Clan, the strong man feared by the Demon Clan, how dare she slack?

Even if you don't think so, you still have to abide by the etiquette.

The half-witch woman entered the grass hut and bowed to the Great Witch Sacrifice, and her beautiful eyes fell on Yang Jian and she couldn't move away.

"What a handsome man!"

She couldn't hide the greed in her eyes, she chuckled, and was about to walk forward.

Yang Jian frowned secretly, this woman's strength is not very good, but her behavior is quite unrestrained.

"Daang, let her behave. The Great Witch Priest let out a low shout, and a fierce momentum poured out of the old body.

The half-witch woman was startled, and quickly lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Yang Jian more, but she secretly spread her voice......

"I don't know which monk this little brother is? But you want to have a relationship with me? I am also the head of the family, and I am quite familiar with the way of the house. ”

Yang Jian is a little messy, what is this?

Oh, by the way, he seems to have heard the master mention a few words—it seems that most of the half-witch tribes are women-oriented, and they are really matriarchal tribes.

The bold words of this palace woman are actually the same as when some lustful people flirt with women from good families......

Yang Jian arched his hand indifferently and didn't say anything, but the woman's interest in him increased instead of decreasing, and she began to stare at him again.

The Great Witch Priest's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything, and said to Yang Jian: "The earth qi she carries on her body is what my Wu clan needs to cultivate. ”

"Can you lend me the earth's qi?" Yang Jian asked the Great Witch Sacrifice.

The Great Witch Priest nodded and said a few words of witchcraft to Da Ang.

The half-witch girl should be able to understand the witch language, and immediately covered her mouth and smiled: "Great witch sacrifice, don't bother to exchange poison, you just need to let this handsome little brother accompany me for one night, and these earthly qi will be given to you, how about it?"

Yang Jian was really a little angry.

This and again, again and again, is he really the Erlang of paper paste?

Yang Jian scolded: "This girl, I don't look at you by the morality and etiquette of the human race, but please respect me a little!"

"Yo," the woman snorted, and suddenly her temper came up, pinching her waist with one hand and shaking her thumb with the other, full of ruffianism, "Who do you think you are? The disciple of the Jade Void Palace who fought the twenty-four demons in a row? I still want the patriarch to respect you? I can be knocked out by Da Ang's son with a stick, forgive you for not being a master!"

No wonder he dared to scold him like this, it turned out that he heard Da Ang say a few words, and felt that Yang Jian could be put down by a young man of the Wu clan, and he must not be a famous person, so he was so domineering.

The Great Witch Priest said coldly, "Have you gone crazy enough?"

The half-witch subconsciously trembled, but she still looked at Yang Jian strongly, knowing that although this great witch sacrifice was terrifying, it would not really kill her.

The lifeblood of the witch clan here is still in the hands of her, a half-witch who has cultivated as a little immortal.

Yang Jian suddenly laughed twice, stood up, and looked at the patriarch of the Half-Witch Tribe.

Obviously, the Xuanming tribe actually has a request for this half-witch woman who behaves boldly, and it should be for the so-called earthly qi.

If not, Da Ang would not have been scratching his head in embarrassment, although the two witch women were angry, they dared not speak in anger, don't look outside.

And the strength is at least the Great Witch Sacrifice of the Daluo Realm, except for his cold face, he didn't really hurt her......

Forget it, just follow the local customs once.

Food, sex, too, this woman must have become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Races are different, morals are different, and there is no need to be offended.

Yang Jian was open-minded, and showed a smile, and said, "If you give me the earthly qi, I will introduce you to a few men who look like me, how about it?"

The woman frowned and said, "You are a real white wolf with empty gloves! I am also a half-human race, and most of the men of the human race are untrustworthy, I know this." ”

"What do you see this?" Yang Jian took out an object from his finger and threw it to the half-witch girl from afar.

"What?" the half-witch took a look, and couldn't help but be shocked, and her eyes were full of brilliance, it turned out to be a piece of dragon scales!

There is also a line of big characters engraved on the dragon scales, with a real dragon's might!

The sixth prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Ao Ji!

"Can you get the Dragon Prince?"

Do?

This shrew, cough, this woman also has a bit of a look, it's not a bad treatment for Ao Ji, right?

Well, it shouldn't be a disadvantage.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "I am also close friends with him, I can introduce him to you, as for what happens later, it depends on your ability." ”

"Okay! Deal! Give you a piece of land!"

This half-witch woman was refreshed, and directly threw out a jade gourd, but she took the dragon scales in her arms and put them close to her, overjoyed.

Yang Jian shook his head and caught the gourd.