Vol 5 Chapter 808: Good seedling

A majestic Tucheng is in front of everyone, and when it looks far away, this Tucheng is like a poisonous scorpion lurking on the ground. It is magnificent. In the most central part of Tucheng, it is a city gate that is dozens of feet high, as if it is an open beast, capable of engulfing the heavens and the earth.
The tall buildings of this Tucheng are full of colorful and bright flags, all of which depict the appearance of a purple scorpion. It looks like a powerful wind, it is the totem of this tribe!
Unlike the small tribes such as the Zar and Mato tribes, for many large tribes in the Western China, each tribe has a totem imprint of its own tribe. These totems are strange, but for those of these tribes, they are important things that need to be passed down from generation to generation!
There are even rumors that these Western wild tribes have evolved from these totems, and at a critical juncture, they may reveal the hustle and bustle of the year!
It’s a pity that the legends about the totem have always been just rumors, and no one has ever seen the mystery of the totem. Even so, totems are still important in their big tribes!
At this moment, I saw the unique flag on the tower of the city. The people of the Zar tribe were relieved, and their faces were full of surprises.
"It’s finally arrived, this is really a life of nine deaths!"
"As long as you arrive in this city, it is the sphere of influence of the Tianzhu tribe, no longer need to be scared!"
"Yeah, if the young patriarchs can successfully enter the Tianzhu tribe, our Zar tribe can be regarded as a heel in this Tianzhu city..."
The people of the Zar tribe who have relaxed have chatted with each other, and the words are filled with the awe of the Tianzhu tribe.
After all, their Zar tribe is only a small tribe in the Western China, and this tribe is a big tribe of the famous one. It is only a dozen spiritual people in its tribe. There are no fewer than ten people. There are still rumors that there is still a half-step ancestor sitting in town!
As soon as I thought of the half-step ancestor, the people of the Zar tribe looked at me and looked at the carriage on the last side of the team. Although Luo Yang has not appeared in this period of time, his deeds have already become a topic that cannot be avoided by the Zar tribe.
Almost every Zare tribe has a respectful look in his eyes, even if it is the high priest.
"Luoyang's predecessor, Tianzhu City has arrived."
Under the eyes of everyone, Zalqin took Zaltai in front of Royan’s carriage and said with a respectful voice.
But her voice fell, and the carriage was still calm and there was no sound.
Zalqing’s pretty face flashed a hesitation, and after three more openings, he gently picked up the curtain.
I saw the inside of the carriage, it was already empty, and there was no figure of Luo Yang.
"The order is passed down. After entering the city, everything about Luoyang’s predecessors is not allowed to be discussed, nor is it allowed to be told to other monks. Otherwise, it will be treated as a crime of the rebels."
After staring at the empty carriage for a while, Zalqing’s heart sighed. When he turned around, the pretty face was already showing a solemn color, and he said to the high priest.
After hearing the words of Zalqing, the high priest looked a glimpse and nodded slightly, and turned to convey the order.
Everyone in the entire Zar tribe seems to have forgotten the things of Luoyang, and the look hastily entered the city of Tianzhu.
When they first entered the city of Tianzhu, they were immediately introduced to the Tianzhu tribe by the Tianzhu tribe. As the hope of the entire Zar tribe, Zaltai was also the first to accept the talent test.
"Mrs. Zar, with the talent of Ling Lang, I am afraid I can't enter our Tianzhu tribe."
Inside the Scorpio tribe, a middle-aged man slowly retracted his eyes from Zar’s body, and said the indifferent opening.
His voice fell, and everyone in the Zar tribe was dark, and the face of the high priest was even more bitter.
"The priests, we know the situation at the moment of the Zar tribe. Can you look at the tribute for many years and lower the threshold a little..." Zar Qing’s pretty face is also a slap in the face, but it is still strong. With a smile, he pleaded with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man heard the words, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his indifferent face was already showing an unpleasant look.
"Mrs. Zar, you have to be cautious. Since the priest is in charge of the selection of disciples, it is natural to ask for fairness and justice. If they are all like you, then what should the priest choose?"
The words of the middle-aged man seemed to be a heavy punch, falling into the heart of Zalqing, making her face paler, and the people around the Zar tribe were also gray.
Although because of Luo Yang’s relationship, Matori made a vow to invade their Zar tribes, but if they could not get the shelter of the Scorpio tribe, even if the Mato people would not take the shot, the other tribes would not Willing to give up. At that time, waiting for the end of their Zar tribe, it is still the death of the family!
At the thought of this, Zalqing’s delicate body was a tremor, and tears could not help but turn around in the eyelids. Zartai, who was on the side, didn't know what was going on, but he could feel the wrong atmosphere. He couldn't help but hold out his hand and hold Zar Qing's right hand tightly.
"You have a good rest here today. As for when to leave, it is up to you."
Looking at the miserable look of the Zar tribes, the face of the priest was unchanged, and the room was cold and cold, and he turned and left.
Just as the priest was about to leave, a rainbow came from a distance and flew to the depths of the Tianzhu tribe. As you pass through it, you can clearly see that Changhong is a Malay old man. After the priest recognized the person, he quickly won the first prayer.
"I have seen the three priests!"
The voice of the priests fell, and the people of the Zar tribe also paid a favor. Although they did not know the specific identity of the old man, the spirits of the other side were repaired, but they shocked their hearts.
The salute to the people below, the old man in the linen just nodded slightly, just about to flash and pass, his eyes suddenly stopped on Zaltai, his eyes showed a look of surprise.
"If you haven't officially practiced, you will have such a keen sense of the senses. If you cultivate it carefully, you will definitely be a good seedling of a refinery in the future!" The figure of the old man in Ma Yi appeared in front of Zaltai and looked carefully. After some time, I even said with amazement.
Looking at this scene, everyone in the Zar tribe is confused, and the face of the priest is very ugly...