Why didn't the Qingfeng tribe leave?
The high priest of the Qingfeng tribe welcomed a distinguished guest. The high priest clearly felt that the other party's cultivation was higher than his, and he was also a relatively kind person.
"Phoenix Mountain Qiu Min!"
"senior……"
"No, High Priest, I am not worthy of the title of senior. Our cultivation is at a high level, and I am only a mid-level god." The visitor was quite polite.
"Is there something?" Primitive people are really so direct.
"I heard that the emissary from Blood Cloud Mountain has come here to stir up trouble again. We at Phoenix Mountain have always despised the evil cultivation techniques of Blood Cloud Mountain. High Priest, you don't have a systematic cultivation technique. To prevent the Qingfeng Tribe from being misled by the evil techniques of Snow Cloud Mountain, we at Phoenix Mountain are willing to teach you..."
The high priest was happy. Although his advancement to a mid-grade divine master was too accidental, he was still a mid-grade divine master after all, right? Without a systematic divine cultivation method, he would lose even the most basic hope of cultivating the divine in the future. This was too hard for a divine cultivator.
At least with a systematic method of cultivating the divine, there's something to look forward to, right? What if, by chance, I accidentally advance to a high-level divine being? Isn't the purpose of life to live for hope?
"Thank you, Senior Sister Qiu!"
"You're welcome. This is the mission of our Phoenix Mountain." Qiu Min acted like a devout believer.
Qiu Min also gave the high priest a rare wind-type spiritual weapon and taught the high priest the Phoenix Mountain systematic spiritual cultivation method. Having completed his mission, Qiu Min did not stay in the Qingfeng tribe any longer and left.
With the spiritual weapon in hand, the high priest applied many of the spiritual cultivation formulas and techniques given by Qiu Min. Sure enough, the miracles he released were greatly enhanced. He also had combat skills that suited him. After some demonstrations, he thought that having a spiritual weapon in his hand was really awesome.
The high priest was eager to try and was ready to go to the battlefield to fight with the chief witch of the forest coalition.
It’s spring plowing season, so forget it.
Under the deliberate guidance of the high priest, news of the Qingfeng tribe also spread, saying that their high priest had received guidance from the masters of Phoenix Mountain, and his power had greatly increased, making him much more powerful than the great witch of the forest tribe.
This is nothing more than boosting the confidence of the members of the Qingfeng tribe.
"Phoenix Mountain? Even if I go on a pilgrimage myself, it will be worth it." The high priest happily touched the wind-type crutch given by Qiu Min. The crutch was a spiritual weapon given to him by Qiu Min, as well as the wind-type combat skills. The high priest felt that his spiritual cultivation career was full of prospects.
"High Priest, the Great Shaman of the Forest Tribe has brought his men down the mountain and threatened to challenge you in a duel." Fengshan has arrived. Is the High Priest really that powerful after receiving instruction from a master?
At the beginning, his high priest had fought a fierce battle with Lei Feng, the old Taoist priest of the Thunder God Tribe, and was obviously no match for him. If it weren't for the many guards of the Qingfeng Tribe who fought to the death to protect him, his high priest would have been killed long ago.
The teachings received by their own high priest from a master have been artificially promoted, and Fengshan is the first executor.
The problem is, the great witch is here, high priest, can you do it?
"It would be even better if it's delivered to my door!" The high priest is now in high spirits and wants to show off his skills.
He called his men and went out in a mighty procession.
Clashes and duels between priests and shamans were not uncommon in primitive wars. Of course, this was not usually the case. After all, the high priests and shamans were the symbols and hope of their tribes. If they lost, morale would be greatly affected, and the war would basically be over.
"Is the martial arts of Phoenix Mountain so great?" The chief witch of the forest coalition also came after hearing the news.
"It's better than your evil Blood Cloud Mountain cultivation technique. Today is a landmark day for justice to triumph over evil." The high priest said righteously.
"Nonsense, you say evil is evil? Of the three major tribes here, how come only your Qingfeng tribe is left? The Thunder God Tribe and the Ice Eye Tribe have perished, so why is your Qingfeng tribe still around? If I were to ask you, you, the high priest of the Qingfeng tribe, are the most insidious and evil."
What the great witch of the forest coalition said seemed to make sense, causing many forest warriors behind him to cheer.
"It's because of you evil blood-qi practitioners..." The high priest felt that something was wrong.
"Don't slander me. Today, let's have a one-on-one duel. No one else is allowed to participate. Wouldn't that drain the warriors' spirit?" Huh? The Great Warlock of the Forest Alliance was making more and more sense. "Forest warriors, everyone, retreat one hundred meters."
Oh my god! The high priest was dumbfounded. The plot shouldn't be like this. The initiative was completely controlled by the witch of the opposing forest coalition.
If we all retreat a hundred meters, what if... we can't deal with the opponent's wizard, who will come to save us in time?
The battle between the spiritual cultivators of the same level cast a shadow on the high priest.
"What? High Priest, you, an evil cultivator, want to use the blood of your Qingfeng tribe warriors to provide you with blood and energy for cultivation!" The chief witch of the Forest Alliance angrily accused the high priest of the Qingfeng tribe. With this action, the chief witch of the Forest Alliance was completely standing on the moral high ground.
"Back off!" Forced by the situation, the chief priest of Qingfeng tribe raised his spiritual crutch. He came here for a duel, so what was he afraid of?
Otherwise, what about the high priest of the Qingfeng tribe? Since you already know that he is here for a duel, why not just be more straightforward?
"Kill!" A rare battle between mid-level spiritual cultivators broke out. From time to time, spiritual weapons flew out and collided with each other, and could be freely recovered and flown out again.
If Ma Yue saw this, he would definitely laugh at it.
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