The next day, everyone saw the awakened witch elephant.
And the first thing Wu Xiang said when he saw everyone was: "Hehe, I didn't expect that I would wake up again, right? I thought I would go to see the mother god this time, but it's a pity that the mother god doesn't want to see me yet."
Some people congratulated the witch elephant, some wept with joy, but there were also people whose expressions were obviously feigned joy.
Lord Wuxiang watched the various living beings for a while, and the second sentence was: "The fruit of witch luck is here, I have sent a messenger to invite the Kunpeng people to come over, only they know how to properly raise the fruit of witch luck. "
"Master Wuxiang!" Many people shouted in unison.
Wu Xiang's decision was beyond everyone's expectations, and no one suspected that Wu Xiang was lying, because if Wu Xiang lied to protect the little priest of Jiuyuan, when the Kunpeng tribe came, what would they give them
The witch elephant moved its huge body wearily, and sighed softly, "Have you all forgotten the ancient wars between various tribes and tribes? The warriors don't know, but what about the priests? Any human tribe who has obtained the fruit of witch luck It didn’t end well, and all the human beings who got the fruit of witch luck were swallowed by desire. Wake up, some of you are already on the verge of being swallowed by desire, don’t be confused any longer.”
It's a pity that if people's desires can be said to disappear with a simple sentence, then there will not be so many disputes in the world, and the speed of human progress will also be much slower.
Wu Xiang also knew that what he said was useless, but as the first priest, he had to say something. "Also, before the party competition starts, I have one more thing to tell everyone. Feishan..."
Fei Shan grabbed a handful of fried melon seeds - following Yan Mo's instructions, spit out the shells of the melon seeds, patted the witch elephant, let him have a good rest, and left the rest to him.
Fei Shan took out a small trumpet from his bosom - exchanged Yuan Jing with a certain little priest, waved it, and smiled: "Gods, this little thing is amazing! Cough! What Wu Xiang wanted to tell everyone The thing is, he is old and wants to give up the position of the first priest of Wucheng."
"What?!" Everyone was in an uproar.
Kuipa and the others seemed to have no idea that Wu Xiang would bring up such a thing today and on this occasion, and they were a little dazed.
Everyone is still in a daze now, and they will be furious when they hear Fei Shan's next sentence.
"Boom!" Luo Jue clapped his hands and interrupted the commotion with a thunderous sound.
Fei Shan expressed his gratitude, holding up a small trumpet and continued: "For this reason, Wu Xiang and I have decided, including Wu Cheng, that all priests, great witches and god servants who come to the party this time, as long as they can If he gets the ranking of the first priest in the competition, then the position of the first priest of Wucheng is his!"
"I don't agree!" Quipa stood up abruptly.
Yoga and several other Wucheng priests followed suit and said that this was not possible.
Among the first six priests, the second priest, Curse Wu, only looked at the objectors with a strange smile, the third priest, Luo Jue, said nothing, the fourth priest, Chong Wu, played with his little bug with his head down, and the sixth priest, Bach, frowned.
Kuipa was furious, "This is messing around! The position of the priest of the Wucheng has always been selected within the Wucheng. If the outside priests want to enter the Wucheng, they have to pass the test of the temple first, and they can only start from the gods. rise."
"Kuipa, do you mean that even if someone beats you in the competition, if he wants to enter Wucheng, he has to start as a god attendant? You are so shameless!" Colleagues are enemies, let alone each other. The witch taunted Quipa as soon as he opened his mouth.
Quipa's face was cold and hard, "This is the rule!"
"Rules? If the priests of Wucheng Temple lose to the priests of other forces, how dare they pretend to be the first priest?"
Hearing his master's words, Yan Mo realized that the first priest and the high priest are different, no wonder everyone is used to calling the witch elephant the first priest, not just the high priest.
Kuipa wanted to say something else, but Fei Shan raised his voice to interrupt him: "The existence of Wucheng is necessary. As for the reason, I think everyone knows it in their hearts."
The existence of Wucheng is restriction and balance? Yan Mo thought.
Feishan continued: "No one wants to see the status of Wucheng decline, otherwise the meaning of Wucheng's existence will be gone. Wuxiang and I made this decision after careful consideration. Wucheng never prohibits others from coming to Wucheng Learn witchcraft and other abilities, and according to the last prophecy of the witch elephant, this land will soon usher in a huge disaster, we need powerful warriors, and more importantly, powerful priests! If anyone is dissatisfied with this If you decide, then use your own strength to defeat others, otherwise just shut your mouth!"
Kuipa took a deep breath, he dared to swear to God, Wuxiang and Feishan's decision was completely aimed at him!
"I agree. Master Feishan is right. The first priest of Wucheng should be the most powerful priest on this land." Liuyan, the high priest of Huocheng, raised his hand and raised a finger in agreement.
"I also agree that the rules that have been outdated for many years should have been changed a long time ago. I also suggested that the witches who have won the position of the first priest of Wucheng can still serve as the priests of the original forces." Then it was Tucheng who seconded the proposal. the snake gall of the three priests.
Gui, the high priest of Tucheng, was staring at him, his eyelids lowered.
"Agreed!" Ancheng Anbu also spoke.
"Well, let's do it like this." One priest after another seconded.
Quipa clenched his hands. listen! For the position of the first priest, his allies can't wait to poke their knives at him now!
It was thus decided that Wu Xiang would give up the position of the first priest after this year's gathering competition, and the priest who was recognized as the most powerful and determined in the competition would succeed him.
But after discussion, everyone rejected Shedan's suggestion, saying that if the priest inherits the position of the first priest of Wucheng, he will have to give up his position as a priest in the original power.
"What makes you the most powerful priest?"
Everyone looked at the location of the Dingyue tribe, and Zhichun asked a question that everyone was most concerned about.
Luo Jue looked at Fei Shan, and Fei Shan blinked at him.
Luo Jue stretched out his hand.
Feishan: What do you mean
Luo Jue didn't move his palm.
Fei Shan understood, and reluctantly handed over the small speaker, not forgetting to say: "Don't break it, it's very expensive!"
Luo Jue didn't even lift his eyelids, it's very laborious to shout loudly, okay? He was very greedy when he saw the little priest of Jiuyuan using it the day before yesterday, but then the little priest hid in the main temple, and the main temple has been around since yesterday morning. Chen actually didn't let anyone in.
Luo Jue took the small trumpet and did not intend to return it. He held it up and tested the sound first, and then said: "To determine the most powerful priest, it is very simple. Witchcraft, witchcraft refining, and weapon making, all you have to do is compare them. .”
Zhichun asked again: "Witch medicine refining and weapon making are relatively easy to compare, but how do you compare witchcraft? For example, some people are good at prophecy, and some people are good at healing. How can we tell the difference?"
Luo Jue probably already discussed it with Feishan and the others, and he replied without even thinking: "The judging of this party competition will be slightly revised. For all the results of the competition, if it is a force competition, the leaders of each force will add a senior High-ranking fighters and two high-ranking fighters from Wucheng will judge together, and the one with the most people will win. If it is a priest competition, the twelve priests of Wucheng and the high priests of all forces will judge together, and the one with the most people will win."
Although there are still loopholes that can be exploited, this is indeed the most appropriate method that can be thought of so far, and everyone agrees.
Luo Jue specifically asked Bai Xicheng and other four intelligent races if they wanted to participate in the competition, but all four races declined.
Yan Mo thinks these four races are very interesting, saying that they are attached to Wucheng Bar and have a completely independent management system, saying that they are completely independent, but they are unwilling to take the lead.
"A Zhan, do you feel that those four races are like watching white dramas?"
"What?" Yuan Zhan didn't understand.
"Well, just to see us play around."
Yuan Zhan hugged him, "They are very smart."
"Yeah, they are very smart. They probably hope that humans will fight each other and die more." However, praying mantises catch cicadas and orioles are behind. If these intelligent races want to protect themselves and swim out of human conflicts, it depends on bone refining The clan answered or not.
There are eleven factions in total, and it would take too much time to compare them one by one. The Ninetowns already have a corresponding solution to this, just copy and copy.
Starting from the refining of witchcraft, all eleven forces participated.
Luo Jue announced the rules: "The witch medicine is compared three times. The first time is the hemostatic medicine. The refining time is Yiming. The refined witch medicine will stop bleeding faster and heal faster, and whoever will enter the next level."
In order to prevent cheating, witch medicine needs to be refined in public, and the needed herbs can be brought by yourself, or obtained from Wucheng and other forces.
Because of the limited refining time, many medicinal herbs that need to be prepared in advance will suffer a big loss if they are not prepared, but the nine upper cities have always participated in the competition, so naturally they will not suffer such a loss.
Ding Yue seemed to be reminded in advance that Zhichun didn't have any disturbed expression when he came out.
Everyone looked at Jiuyuan. It seemed that the only priest they knew of Jiuyuan came was the boy. Now the boy is quadriplegic. How to refine this witch medicine
Some people who reacted slowly didn't realize it until this time: "Ah, what a pity, no matter how good this little priest is, there is no way to compete, let alone grab the position of the number one high priest in Wucheng."
Kuipa and the others remained expressionless. If it wasn't for the fact that the little priest could not move his limbs, how could they have agreed to Feishan and Wuxiang's proposal so easily? Isn't it because they saw that the biggest threat would no longer be a threat
But is Yan Mo really unable to participate in the competition
"For the sake of the gods and spirits, everyone, I can't move my limbs, and I can't refine medicine even if I want to, so I can always find a helper?"
Kuipa and others wanted to refuse, they wanted to completely cut off the possibility of Yan Mo continuing to expand his influence, but Luo Jue rushed ahead of them and said: "Since the other priests can bring in less than two medicine slaves as helpers, of course you can too." .”
"I don't have a medicine slave, can we let our Lamo Lingshen attendant help me?"
"No!" Guizheng vetoed the loudest, "Others are drug slaves, how can you use god servants!"
Yan Mo was too lazy to argue, and was about to point out Shouzhong to help him, when the high priest of Mucheng Chaoge said gently and gracefully: "If Mo Wu doesn't mind, we can send a medicine slave to help you."
Yan Mo knew that Mucheng had good intentions, but he didn't want to accept this kind of love.
It happened that some people wished that he would fail, so they would not want Mucheng to help him, and immediately yelled that Mucheng's doing so was against the rules.
Yan Mo took advantage of the situation to feign anger, and casually pointed at Shouzhong, "Then Shouzhong will help me!"
Everyone saw that Shou Zhong was the slave from Tucheng, and this slave turned out to be a slave under Guizheng who specialized in slaughtering wild animals and in charge of burning and roasting meat, and there was no disagreement at the moment.
Even Kuipa and Guizheng felt that the little priest probably wanted to break the jar.
There is an extra circle in the open space of the competition. Priests from every faction participating in the competition must enter the circle. Once they enter, they are not allowed to come out until the medicine is refined.
Yuan Zhan carried Yan Mo into the designated competition venue, made a chair for him to sit on, and Shouzhong nervously didn't know what to do.
Yuan Zhan was asked to leave, and Yan Mo comforted Shouzhong: "Don't be afraid, just follow what I say, and you won't be blamed if you don't do well."
"My lord, I... don't know how to make medicine, not at all." Shouzhong was so anxious that he was sweating.
"I know, don't be afraid. If you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in me. Do you believe in me?" Yan Mo's voice slowed down, and there seemed to be a trace of magic power in his voice.
Listening to the nice and peaceful voice, Shouzhong gradually calmed down. When he saw Yan Mo smiling at him, he subconsciously smiled back.
"Very good, have you seen those herbs in front of you? Crush them, don't need branches and leaves, just juice, will the tools work? I'll teach you, it's very simple."
Shouzhong tremblingly followed temporarily to learn how to make simple herbal medicine.
Most of the people present were looking at Jiuyuan's circle, and many people had mocking smiles on their faces. If the little priest could refine and point out an excellent hemostatic medicine within the specified time under such circumstances, then he must be him. A child born of a mother to God!