This is a large test site that has not been built for a long time. It is located in North City, near the warrior training camp. It is said to be large. In fact, the site used for the test is only as large as a football field.

  The platform is surrounded by five floors, and the tournament has not started yet.

  In fact, on the fourth floor, if one's eyesight is not good, the details of the field cannot be clearly seen, but most of the visitors who can only sit on the fourth or fifth floor come here to map an atmosphere, regardless of whether they can see clearly, as long as they can finally determine who wins.

  Compared with the fourth and fifth floors, the third floor is more for civilians to watch. The third floor is for warriors above intermediate level or for those who have a little identity in the city. The first floor belongs to the nobles, high-ranking warriors and temple servants of the Black Earth City. On the second floor are the same clans of tribal selectors and some of the Black Earth City's low-ranking people.

  When Yan Mo entered the second floor stand, he soon discovered that The Black Earth City had begun to rise in gambling industry. Maybe because of the fluke psychology in human nature, gambling and selling have always been described as two oldest professions, followed by the assassination industry.

  But the gambling here is controlled in the hands of the Black Earth City, which is equivalent to state-owned gambling?

  On the second floor, there are also special signature boys running to ask which warriors should be gambled, anyone can gamble up to three.

  If you want to take bets on whoever you want, you must buy the corresponding wooden tag from the signature boy with yuan-crystal coins or bone coins. The wooden tag will have the warrior's tribal name and warrior's name on it. The color of the end section of the wooden tag is the same as that of the domino.

  Text, Yan Mo's second largest discovery in the Black Earth City. The Three Cities already has systematic characters, which belong to the hieroglyphic category, that is, words, more like simple pictures. Shifu the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu also found that he couldn't use the Three Cities universal language and was forcing him to learn it.

  Yan Mo should learn more than one foreign language. He doesn't want to give up the character words already used by the Jiu Yuan. Who says that culture must be unified? It can be developed by more than one way.

  Shifu was also interested in the diamond characters he had learned from the temple of ancestral gods. He taught him the Three Cities and then he learned the Jiu Yuan diamond characters from him.

  Yan Mo stopped the signature boy and asked him how can he bet.

  The signature boy was trained and explained clearly: "Da-Ren, according to the color of the dominoes, you can buy the corresponding wooden stick at different prices. The lowest white wooden stick warrior can make a bet with only ten bones, while the highest purple wooden stick warrior needs a 1st rank yuan-crystal coins to make a bet. Are you going to bet on the warriors of your tribe?

  "Um."

  The signature boy's eyes fell on Yan Mo's green domino hanging at his waist, and he said, "The lowest is one hundred bones for a green wooden signet warrior, Da-Ren, how much do you want to bet?”

  "I'm holding three people, three 2nd rank yuan-crystal coins, Green Sign Jiu Yuan Warrior Yuan Zhan, Black Water Warrior Ying Shi and The Great Obscuri Warrior Zhi Zhen, respectively."

  It is not surprising to hear that the old man immediately escorted three 2nd rank yuan-crystal coins. There are more tribes in front of him. If they are affiliated to lower city, it is not surprising to pull out 5th rank yuan-crystal coins.

  "Da-Ren, here are the wooden sticks of the three warriors you are holding. Please take them away." The cartridge finds three people's corresponding wooden sticks from the bucket on its back, and applies a special paint on the end of the wooden stick with the finger.

  Yan Mo recognized that it was the symbol for numbers in The Three Cities.

  Ding Ning, Ding Fei looked interested and wanted to bet, but they didn't move. They all looked at Yan Mo first.

  Yan Mo also wanted them to earn some pocket money, so he smiled and nodded.

  So, including Bing and Da-da, they all bet on the same warriors as Yan Mo, but they did not bet too many yuan-crystal coins, only Ding Fei was bold and bet a 2nd rank yuan-crystal coins on Yuan Zhan.

  The old sorcerer sympathized with his disciples. "You are so poor that you can't even use yuan-crystal coins. yuan-crystal coins play a very important role. You have to be more prepared in the future. Shifu will bet on it too. If the others do, I'll bet A-Zhan that the kid will win.”

  The old man took something out of his arms, Yan Mo's eyes pointed, and saw that he was going to throw it to the signature boy when he reached for a bulging bag. He quickly held his arm and stopped, "Shifu, that's all. That's enough."

  Then he sent the signature boy away.

  The signature boy was well-behaved and went to the next room with a bucket full of wooden sticks on his back.

  The old man was unhappy. "What are you afraid of? With me, A-Zhan is sure to win!"

  "Shifu, that's not the reason. I also have high-order crystal, but our goal is not to win more yuan-crystal coins, so just play for fun. And you don't have to do anything, A-Zhan can win all by himself." Yan Mo did not know much about the strength of the old man, for fear that he might be detected by the Priest of the Temple of the Black Earth City.

  The old man also did not know what Yan Mo thoughts had made up. He reached out and touched Yan Mo’s head. Then he took out several bags of bulging bags from his arms and put them in Yan Mo’s hands. "Don't be afraid, your Shifu is still rich enough. I'll give it to you, and everything will be yours if Shifu dies."

  Yan Mo, who looks older than the old man, was moved and unable to laugh and cry. Does Shifu seem him like he is a little "simple"?

  "Shifu, no, really, I have a lot of yuan-crystals." Yan Mo had to whisper in his ear.

  The old man said proudly, "You can’t have no more than me. Take it. I don't have much space for my dominoes. I didn't take much with me this time. You'll come back to Wucheng - City of Witches with me later, and more."

  Domino space? Yan Mo's heart moved. He had repeatedly seen the old man pull something out of his arms and suspected that the other person had a storage device similar to his dimensional pocket. Now it's only certain to hear the old man say it.

  Because the old man was resolute, Yan Mo did not want to attract the attention of the people around him, so he had to put all the five leather bags he had put in his pocket.

  The old man was looked at Ding Fei and others looked with envy at Yan Mo. With a grin, he pulled out a leather bag from his arms and threw it to Ding Fei again. "Don't look too dizzy, take it."

  Ding Fei surprised that their priest’s Shifu thought they were greedy. They were not greedy at all. They were only curious about the relationship between the old man and Priest Da-Ren. Although Mo Da-Ren called the old man Shifu, he did not introduce them to them. Ding Fei seized the skin bag and suddenly looked at Yan Mo at a loss.

  Yan Mo was helpless, but could not help but be moved by the old man's care. Considering that there had been no clear identity of the old man before, this time he directly opened his mouth to determine the old man's future status in the Jiu Yuan: "Take it, later his old man will come back to the tribe with us, and you should respect him as well as you do me."

  "Yes, thank you…… Old Priest?” Ding Fei, on behalf of everyone, blushed and thanked, but got stuck in the old man's proper addressed title again.

  The old man waved, "Don't call me a priest. The Priest of your tribe is my disciple. Well, you can call me an old witch."

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  Yan Mo shook his head. "Call him Ancestral Witch."

  Although dwarf witches are also called Ancestral Witches, they mean different things. The dwarf witch is a witch who worships and communicates with ancestors’ souls. Yan Mo's Ancestral Witch refers to the ancient Chinese myths and legends. It is said that there were twelve Ancestral Witches in ancient China. There are great witches and many witches under them, and then they are called witches and shamans.

  The world also classifies witches according to warrior rank, ranging from 1st rank to 10th rank, and there is no explicit name for them. The priest and the witch names are also used as the same name.

  "Ancestral Witch," the old man said several times, "Well, this sounds better than the old witch, and then I'll let you call me "Ancestral Curse Witch!" Hahaha!”

  The old man did not know what he thought of when he said that.

  Ding Fei opened the bag and saw that it contained yuan-crystal coins. He couldn't recognize the grade. He immediately took out one and handed it to Yan Mo: "Da-Ren, what grade is yuan-crystal coins?”

  Yan Mo's spiritual exploration showed that the bag was full of 100 4th rank yuan-crystal coins, but the attributes are chaotic, each has its own attributes.

  Ding Fei was shocked to speak when he learned the answer.

  Yan Mo signaled four points and assigned them their attributes.

  All four of them thanked the old man. Da-da would not say thank you, but patted the old man on the back.

  The old man was not angry, and he patted Da-da's head a few times.

  Yan Mo has a complex look. The old man gave Ding Fei 4th rank yuan-crystal coins, and he can give him only higher ones.

  He does not deny that he did have some doubts about the old man at first, and that most of the witches in the world left him a bad impression, which kept him on guard against the old man for a while.

  But the old man's honesty, frankness and nervousness in these two days are really not like a person with a bad heart. Yan Mo is gradually reluctant to doubt such an old man.

  But his instinct made him totally reassured that it was possible to full accept the old man.

  Embracing the mentality of not wanting to owe the old man, Yan Mo ruthlessly touched a 9th rank crystal the size of a big fist from his pocket and quickly put it into the old man's hand. "Shifu, this was occasionally obtained by your disciple, you should use it first."

  The old man did not know what his precious pupil had stuffed him up for, and when he released his soul, he could not help when his eyes nearly bulged and he touched the size of the yuan crystal again.

  He has a lot of yuan-crystal coins, yes, and a 9th rank, too.

  But! But this is a big 9th rank crystal. How many yuan-crystal coins can be chopped from this single crystal?

  And how can the separated yuan-crystal coins compare with a complete crystal of this size?

  It turned out that his disciple was not poor at all, not only poor, but also good to him. The old man was so happy that he grinned. Oh, his disciple was not a mistake. He was very kind to Shifu. He didn't lie to him when he said he will look after him to his old age. Wow, ha!

  The old man smiled so hard that his mouth could not be closed, but his hand slowly and quickly pushed the crystal into his arms without letting any energy flow out to the people nearby.

  Yan Mo looked at the old man's acceptance of yuan-crystal. His face also showed a genuine smile of three percepts. It's also a pleasure to give gifts to others. Perhaps it is the fault of societal education from previous life. No matter how close he is to someone, he always likes to have equal contact with others in order to prevent future favors owing.

  The Jiu Yuan several people's movements does not seem to attract anyone's attention, but someone who has been watching them has frowned, and told his men: "Go and check out who the old the Jiu Yuan suddenly appeared is and when did he come to The Black Earth City."

  The horn sounded three times, and King Wu Shang and Queen and their sons and daughters entered the first stage.

  Meng was quiet when King Wu Shang and his party arrived at the noisy selection stand.

  Yan Mo thought he would hear people cheering and so on, but he didn't. On the contrary, the people were quiet. All the slaves on the sidelines knelt down. The nobles and warriors were saluting the Wu Shang family.

  The Wu Shang family seemed accustomed to this and took a seat in the middle of the front under the guard of more than a dozen warriors.

  It was not until the Wu Shang family was all seated that the humming voice began to ring again in the stands.

  The trumpet sounded again.

  The six gates of the selection arena were all open, and a team of warriors entered the arena continuously.

  The scuffle was adopted in the trials, and the warriors were divided into several groups. More than a hundred warriors felt like they were going to take up all the venues.

  A man like the host stood on the first floor and amplified his voice and shouted, "In the first selection, there were 126 warriors, fifty left, and when the trumpet sounded, the battle would begin, life or death!"

  The trumpet sounded for the beginning of the battle.

  At first nobody did anything rash.

  Ding Ning was curious and asked the Great Obscuri warrior Zi Ming next to him, "If everybody doesn't move, how do these fifty people choose sides?”

  Zi Ming's fingers trembled and his face quickly became red.

  Elder Hao sighed and took to the comment: "No, there are many warriors in the Black Earth City who will take the lead in attacking, and many of the warriors selected today are warriors from the training camp. In order to perform, they will also start to attack to show off their prowess. And as long as one person moves, it's impossible for others to stay still.”

  Ding Ning realized and thanked Elder Hao respectfully.

  Zi Ming regrets that Elder Hao told them about these things. Why didn't he say it just now? He looked at Ding Ning and looked at him again. He wanted to stay away from him, but he was unwilling to do so. He even wanted to be closer to him.

  Yan Mo is not much concerned about Yuan Zhan than Ding Ning Ding Fei and others.

  They didn't waste time in these two days. He thought a lot about how to use plants as blindfolds. In fact, he used soil control abilities to bully people while parading it like he was using the plant control abilities.

  Yuan Zhan is smart, and after many training, he has found many ways.

  In the competition venue below, Yuan Zhan stood beside five people.

  One is The Black Water Tribe's Chief Ying Shi, the other is The Great Obscuri Warrior Zhi Zhen, and the other three are also warriors sent to the Warrior Training Camp by The Great Obscuri. But the Great Obscuri four, including Zhi Zhen, are not of high rank.

  I don't know who moved first. Suddenly the scuffle started in the field.

  Yuan Zhan didn't want to start first, and he even tried to move towards the corner with Ying Shi and others, but the Black Earth City and its affiliated 11-city warriors were like consulting in advance. They all started attacking the weak around them.

  A small group of only six people is naturally regarded as one of the weak.

  Starting from the scene, a variety of morale-boosting howls were immediately heard in the stands.

  Yan Mo almost covered his ears. The Great Obscuri and the Black Water Tribe on both sides of him were so capable of shouting that Ding Fei and Da-da were also stimulated by the atmosphere and shouted too.

  "Chief! Defeat them!"

  The mixture of all kinds of voices where one cannot tell anyone who is crying or shouting.

  Many nobles, who were sitting in the first row of stands to watch the competition, also stood up.

  Two to five platoons were already in a noisy sea, and each of them shouted the names of the warriors they supported, blushing one by one.

  "Move! You fool!"

  "Ah! Fall! That's how it fell!"

  "Kill him! Rush up! You cowardly rabbit, don't hide behind there!"

  Yan Mo pressed his hands over his ears to reduce noise.

  The old man took out his ears and said to his disciple, "Can't stand it?”

  "Ah?” Yan Mo couldn't hear what he was saying.

  The old man laughed and came to his ear and shouted to him, "You fool! A 6th rank spiritual strength priest who doesn't know how to protect himself!”

  Yan Mo shocked his head with this cry, and the old man was so happy that he couldn't help laughing.

  With such a flash, when Yan Mo's fortune recovered and looked down, he found that nearly half of the 120 warriors had fallen.

  Some people died and their bodies were trampled on and on.

  Some people were injured, so long as they fell, it was difficult to stand up again, only some wisely rolled to the wall, or simply fled into the fence door to leave a life.

  Bloody smells spread through the air, which stimulated the visitors to shout even crazier.

  Yuan Zhan surrounded by a circle of Leishen saliva, no one dared to attack him, all attacks Yuan Zhan were all launched from a long way.

  Yuan Zhan shouted loudly, and the rattan in his hands quickly formed a half-human height shield that looked very strong.

  More than that, he still rattled the same rattan wall after the Leishen's ooze, and no one knows whether the shield or rattan wall is thick soil.

  This shield is not afraid of fire. No matter what flame strikes the shield, it will soon be remade back.

  With a shield in his right hand, a wooden spear with small arms was constantly evolved, and was thrown like an arrow at the enemy who dared to attack him.

  The Duo-Na Clan warrior who approached him before had approached him, and shouted before he attacked, "together against the enemy!"

  Yuan Zhan made a bold decision to Ying Shi and others, and he let them pick up the shield from the vine wall and go forward with The Duo-Na warriors.

  There are close attacks and long range attacks

  More people approached Yuan Zhan and others.

  Yuan Zhan and others were almost red-eyed, and the whole formation was divided into four groups.

  Four regiments of people backed each other. The Black Earth City warriors chose to attack the tribes which moved to Yuan Zhan to assemble a regiment of warriors and form a group of warriors in the 11-affiliated lower city.

  Yan Mo unconsciously clenched his hands into fists. He saw Yuan Zhan killing the first man and then he no longer controlled himself like a death ring.

  Maybe the other side is already in control, but the people who fall under the Yuan Zhan are no less than the one felled by the Black Water Tribe's chief fighting beside him.

  Yan Mo also understands that this kind of fight is not that you want to kill anyone, but if yousee red, everyone will think about self-preservation and killing, and nothing else will be remembered.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is still supporting Yuan Zhan, who has a louder cry than Ding Fei Da-da.

  "Whoo -!" The trumpet sounded again.

  The high-ranking warriors around King Wu Shang jumped out of the stands and quickly raised stone walls in the presence, separating some people who were still fighting endlessly at the sound of the horn.

  But in half an hour, there were less than fifty people left. ——