Chapter 116: Xuanming tribe

Sell ​​it or not?
Yang Jian looked badly at the brawny Wu clan he saw when he woke up at first sight. The latter smirked and shook his head into a rattle.
"Not to sell, of course not to sell, not to sell, not to sell!"
"Da Ang! What a good thing you did!" The great witch slapped the table with anger.
Needless to explain, Yang Jian almost knew what happened after he fell into a coma. He was afraid that a Witch teenager had discovered him first. Seeing that he was not dead, a stick hit the back of his head.
Then he called to his home's adult. A certain witch tribe man met Yang Jian and found that he looked beautiful and refined, much like a white-faced male pet raised by a tribe, so he sent a message and wanted to sell him a good price.
Unexpectedly, this matter was discovered by the great witch priest of the tribe. The great witch priest realized that Yang Jian had the aura of the ancestors, and treated Yang Jian as a guest...
Although Yang Jian's guess is not complete, it is not far away.
No, the ‘buyer’ contacted by the brawny of the Wu clan came over in a hurry...
"Da Ang!" The great witch was trembling with anger, and cursed: "Don't go and drive away those half witches! Are they doing less harm to our tribe!"
"Hey!" The strong Wu clan man named Da Ang responded, scratching his head, wanting to say something, but was stared at by the old eyes of the Great Wu Ji, he had to bow his head and ran out dingy.
Yang Jian swept through his spiritual consciousness and saw the valley mouth of the valley. Several figures of women walked slowly, but they were beautifully dressed and brightly armored.
Half-witch tribe...
Yang Jian sat down cross-legged again, arched his hands to the Great Witch Festival, and said, "I don't want to hide from the Great Witch Festival, I have no malice towards the Witch tribe, and I am even more grateful for the kindness of the later mothers who helped the motherland and what I want to do."
"Guests don't have to worry about it," Da Wu Ji smiled mildly, "My ancestors of the Wu clan have given instructions that the witch must not have anything to do with the human clan..."
Yang Jian pondered a little, and asked, "But because Chi You borrowed troops from the Witch Clan back then, the Witch Clan was dragged by him, and his luck was lost?"
"Yes," Da Wu Ji looked approvingly, "Sure enough, people who can make friends with the ancestors of the Hou Tu are by no means ordinary people."
However, he admired Yang Jian's mind for sorting out the ins and outs in such a short time.
Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, and asked, "Is the nobles lack of food?"
"Guests, look here." The Great Wu Ji pointed to the hide behind him. There was a hideous behemoth painted on the hide, but on the back of the behemoth, a faint trace was drawn with a few strokes. Thin woman.
Yang Jian had never seen this portrait, but suddenly a name popped up in his heart:
Zu Wu Xuan Ming.
"This is the ancestor of our tribe."
Ancestor? This place is actually a direct tribe of the ancestor Wu Xuan Ming!
Yang Jian suddenly understood what this great witch sacrifice meant.
The direct tribes of the ancestor witches prohibit intermarriage with foreign races and keep their blood pure. They are born with magical powers, and adult tribes move mountains and fill the sea.
The direct tribes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were also the backbone of the battle against the heyday of the monster clan. Each of the clansmen had great magical powers. After following the Ancestral Witch, they fought the monster clan decisively between the world and the earth. Three battles did not count to kill the elite clan of the monster clan. Its number.
If there is food shortage, the poisonous insects and beasts of Beijuluzhou will eat their food.
Then why is it such a bleak situation that Yang Jian saw?
Could it be due to luck? It's not right. If the air luck is declining, the clan has the most bad luck, but this clan lives in seclusion in Luzhou, North Ju, and there is little war.
"Why on earth?" Yang Jian said sternly, "The Great Witch Festival doesn't have to betray me, just tell me. Otherwise, I will feel uneasy. When he meets the Houtu Empress again, he will inevitably feel a little ashamed."
Get together?
The eyes of the great witch sacrifice suddenly burst into excitement, and tremblingly asked, "You, can you still see the ancestors of the Hou Tu?"
Only then did Yang Jian realize that he had made a momentary failure, but he nodded and said vaguely: "I have an appointment with her first, but I don't know when she will come to me."
‘One day, the cause will find you and me. At that time, will you stand in front of me like today? ’
The words that the white-clothed woman in the picturesque white clothes said softly in her ears appeared in her heart again...
Yang Jian was in a daze, sitting there without speaking for a long time.
Outside the thatched cottage, the witch tribe man was awkwardly talking to a woman wearing palace makeup. The woman's face was a bit sullen, and the few women in armor behind him were also a little angry.
"Da Ang, you dare to play with me! Humph! Beware that I have lost your anger for several years!"
"Hey, hey, don't be like this, Dahua Patriarch! That guy fell from the sky, how do I know his status is noble? That's a figure related to ancestors!"
The brawny Wu clan was also frowning, rubbing his four big hands there, and he smiled, "Patriarch Dahua, although I am your ancestor, but we are often dealing with each other. You came here today, you must have brought a little bit of anger. Huh? Look, I got some poison in my clan 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 night, trekking through mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles to get here! You still want to empty my gloves. Out of anger?"
Da An cheeky: "This is not... You see, I am your best friend! Although it is your ancestors."
"Fuck you!" The half-witch girl kicked over, and Daang laughed, but her figure was not kicked.
Just at this moment, a somewhat old call came from Da Ang's back.
"Da Ang, bring in the person who is in charge of the half-witch clan, the distinguished guest wants to see her."
Da Ang quickly agreed, and the half-witch girl curled her lips, but stretched her waist a little nervously. She asked the women in military uniforms behind to wait where they were, and followed Da Ang to the thatched cottage of the Great Witch Festival.
The half-witch tribe occupies most of the area at the junction of Beiju Luzhou and Central Shenzhou, and it has been fighting against the monster clan from time to time. It is already the most prosperous branch of the witch clan at this time.
But the pure-blood witch tribe, especially the pure-blood witch tribe with the blood of ancestor witches living in the depths of Beiju Luzhou, still have a transcendent status in the half-witch tribe.
Although Da Ang is strong, he hasn't been able to harass him all day long, and this half-witch girl dared to fight him.
The great witch sacrifice that can control the tribe here is an old monster who has lived for an unknown period of time. The true background of the witch clan, the strong man that the monster clan fears, how dare she neglect?
Even if you don't think so, but etiquette still has to be observed.
The half-witch woman entered the thatched house and bowed to the great witch sacrifice. Those beautiful eyes fell on Yang Jian and couldn't move away.
"What a handsome man!"
She couldn't hide the greed in her eyes, she laughed, and she was about to step forward immediately.
Yang Jian frowned secretly, this woman is not very strong, but her behavior is very unrestrained.
"Da Ang, let her behave." The Great Wu Ji yelled, and a fierce aura welled out of the old body.
The half-witch girl was taken aback, and she quickly lowered her head and dared not look at Yang Jian, but she secretly told herself...
"I don't know which monk is this little brother? Is he going to have a love affair with me? I am also the head of a clan, and I am quite familiar with the house."
Yang Jian is a little messy, what is this all about?
Oh, by the way, he seems to have heard a few words from the master-the half-witch tribe seems to be mostly respected by women, and it is a true matriline tribe.
The bold words of this palace-dressed woman are in fact the same as those of some men who molested a good girl...
Yang Jian arched his hands indifferently and didn't say anything, but the woman's interest in him continued to grow, and she started staring at him again.
The Great Witch Ji looked gloomy, but didn't say much, and said to Yang Jian: "The earth qi she carries on her body is what my Witch Clan needs to cultivate."
"Can you lend me a look at the Qi of the Earth?" Yang Jian asked the Da Wu Ji.
Da Wu Ji nodded and said a few witch words to Da Ang.
The half-witch girl should be able to understand the witch language, and immediately covered her mouth and smiled: "Great witch festival, don’t bother to exchange for the poison, you just have to let this handsome little brother stay with me all night, and the qi will be given to How about you guys?"
Yang Jian was really angry.
This time and time of molesting, is he really a paper Erlang?
Yang Jian scolded: "This girl, I don't see you in terms of human morality, but please respect me too!"
"Oh," the woman snorted, her temper came up immediately, pinching her waist with one hand, and shaking her thumb with the other, full of scorn, "Who do you think you are? The disciple of the Yuxu Palace of the 24 Great Demon in Lian Zhan? I bah! Do you still want this patriarch to respect you? If you can be knocked out by Da Ang's son, forgive you for not being a master!"
No wonder he dared to scold him like this. It turned out that after listening to Da Ang's words, he felt that Yang Jian could be brought down by a Wu clan youth, he must not be a famous figure, and this is so domineering.
The Great Witch Festival said coldly: "Are you crazy enough?"
The half-witch shook her body subconsciously, but looked at Yang Jian firmly, knowing that although the great witch sacrifice was terrifying, it would not really kill her.
The lifeblood of the witch race here is still pinched in the hands of her, a little celestial and half-witch.
Yang Jian suddenly laughed twice, and stood up, looking at the patriarch of the half-witch tribe.
Obviously, the Xuanming tribe is actually a half-witch girl who wants this bold behavior, it should be for the so-called earth energy.
If not, Da Ang wouldn't have been awkwardly scratching his head beside him. Although the two women of the Witch tribe were angry, they were daring not to speak, so don't turn their heads and look outside.
And the least powerful is the Great Witch Festival of the Da Luo Realm, except for his cold face, he didn't really hurt her...
Forget it, just take it once in the countryside.
Food and sex, this woman must have become accustomed to such things.
Different races and different moral concepts do not need to be irritated.
Yang Jian was open-minded, and smiled a little, and said, "If you give me the anger of the earth, I will introduce you to a few men who don't look like me, how about?"
The woman frowned and said: "You are the real empty glove white wolf like this! I am also a half-human race. Most human men don't believe it. I know that."
"What do you think this is?" Yang Jian took out something in his fingers and threw it to the half-witch woman from a distance.
"Huh?" The half-witch took a look, she couldn't help but her spirit was shocked, her eyes sparkled again and again, it turned out to be a dragon scale!
There is also a line of big characters engraved on the dragon scale~EbookFREE.me~ with a real dragon's might!
The sixth prince of Donghai Dragon Palace, Aoji!
"Can you get the Dragon Prince?"
Engage?
This shrew, cough, this woman has a bit of beauty, isn't she treating Ao Ji?
Well, it shouldn't be considered bad treatment.
Yang Jian said calmly: "I and him are also considered close friends. You can introduce him to you. As for what happens later, it depends on your ability."
"Okay! The deal! I'll give you a piece of local energy!"
This half-witch girl was refreshed, she threw out a jade gourd, but put the dragon scales in her arms and placed it next to her body, overjoyed.
Yang Jian shook his head and caught the gourd.
The third one is here, there will be two more later~