Yan Mo spent two days totally immersed in the inheritance of skeleton and accepted the inheritance of sculpting from the shadow man.

This inheritance is not the same as the previous teaching mode. It is much more like a good example of doing something. After entering, there is a voice that allows him to lie in the sea of knowledge. After that, it is hard to describe in words what happens, and after pouring a lot of knowledge into his mind, it feels as if he had learned it before. [1] Dang it, I could have used something like this in my A-Levels

Two days later, Yan Mo lay in the sea of knowledge, reviewing the knowledge with his brain and deepening his impression until he could never forget it.

Yuan Zhan and others had been told by him that they were not to be particularly worried about his sleeping for two days. They just kept around him.

Yan Mo wanted to put the dark shadows in its place threatening him before he entered the bones, but damn he could not say that the black shadow forced him to keep secret, otherwise he would use The Enslavement Bone to punish him.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was unable to stay in the house, except for the first night he came back to sleep all night, and the figure disappeared on the second day.

Two days later, the Nine Cities party time arrived.

Chang-Ge first reminded them to start moving, but Yan Mo was still sleeping.

Yuan Zhan tried to delay, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was directly messing around.

Time dragged on, Chang-Ge was super helpless and dare not say anything serious. Instead, the Wucheng-City of Witches servant, who did not know the details of the Jiu Yuan, rushed to urge him and warned them coldly, "If you haven't arrived at the meeting place after three drums, then you're the Jiu Yuan who gave up the challenge on your own initiative."

Chang-Ge saw the servant dare to speak to the Jiu Yuan in this tone and immediately pulled him out.

Meng Er frowned and asked Yuan Zhan impatiently, "Boss, what should we do?”

Yuan Zhan turned back to his room, picked up Yan Mo, who had not yet woken up, and said, "Let's go."

"Hey? But Mo Da-Ren hasn't..."

"With me, let’s see who dares bully my apprentice!" The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu snatched Yuan Zhan's words and waved, "Follow me, let's meet the Nine Great Cities!"

Yuan Zhan smiles, held his Priest Da-Ren, and walked out after The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. Meng Er and Lamo-Ling followed.

Yan Mo did not wake up and Yuan Zhan had no idea of watching Wucheng-City of Witches.

Meng Er is a little nervous. He doesn't know what he saw in the road. Lamo-Ling has a normal look and has become the least likely of the five to show any change.

Chang-Ge is in charge of leading the way, silent all the way forward. Although everyone is walking, they are all warriors. The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is also walking easily.

The meeting place is in the central clearance of Wucheng-City of Witches Temple.

As the drums sounded, the Jiu Yuan became the last force to arrive, and everybody looked at them.

Except for Meng Er taking a deep breath and Yan Mo sleeping, all three of them were plain-looking.

A servant came to show the way. "Are you the Jiu Yuan Tribe? Come with me. You're on the right side of our Wucheng-City of Witches."

Yuan Zhan looked up and the layout of the venue was in full view.

It is only seen that the forces are stationed in a circle. Each force has twelve seats, and the seats are arranged freely. Only twelve of them can be seated the rest would have to stand.

Compared with the Jiu Yuan, who was asked to bring only ten people, the other old forces obviously did not have this constraint. Each force brought at least thirty people, but not more than fifty.

Wucheng-City of Witches is surrounded by the new force, the Jiu Yuan on the right and the Ding Yue on the left.

Ding Yue people saw the Jiu Yuan people appear, and they all looked at each other with wide eyes, especially at their senior level.

Yuan Zhan looked straight at the Yan Mo and walked to the Jiu Yuan seat.

It seems that many people are wondering who the person carried by Yuan Zhan is, and those who know their teenage identity are wondering what happened to the other person.

No one doubts that teenager is sleeping. On such an important occasion, when you are Grand Witch Xiang, you can sleep in the eyes of the public.

Liu Yan and several people eye-to-eye docking, no one will start on that young man, right? If so, is The Fruit of Witchcraft still with that teenager?

An-Bu forced the skinny old man to look at Yan Mo again. The skinny old man looked at Yan Mo for a while and shook his head, but still could not tell.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu sat down and learned about other silent stare.

The Jiu Yuan and Ding Yue are not the upper cities, but four intelligent races, among which the Jiu Yuan is very familiar with the Snake people, and the other three are Giants, the Chong-Bugs People and the Winged Clans.

"These four tribes were also lost inn ancient major wars, it was said that the strength of these tribes was similar to that of the Longevity Maple Tribe, the Mer-people and the Bone Sculpting People, but after major wars, the Mer-people returned to the sea, the Longevity Maple Tribe did not go out of the forest, the Bone Sculpting People disappeared completely, and the other tribes were no better than the Bone Sculpting People.”

Yan Mo did not wake up at this time, and if he wakes up and listens to this, he will surely go on saying: Then the human race rose.

Wild land, all kinds of grotesque animals, semi intelligent creatures and intelligent creatures are many. Yuan Zhan and others. Seeing these Tribesmen is also nothing different.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu then explained the other eight cities to them.

On the two sides of the four families are the eight major the upper city forces that have been extended. At first glance, these the upper cities are not entirely made up of human beings, many of which have brought some strange grotesque warriors.

These forces are put in place about two meters apart, leaving a small space in the middle of the circle, because the overall layout is circular, ensuring that each force can see each other clearly.

Although the Jiu Yuan was the last force to arrive, he was not the last one to arrive.

Wucheng-City of Witches 12th Priest came in last, with the first position on the middle and left empty.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu proudly pointed to the first vacancy on the left and his nose, "See? That's my place. Even if I'm not in Wucheng-City of Witches Temple, they have to leave my place empty!"

Meng Er and Lamo-Ling immediately made a gesture of admiration.

Wucheng-City of Witches Temple’s Priest was glanced at and the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu stared back.

"Grand Witch Xiang Da-Ren is here -!" With a particularly loud singing, four strong male slaves over two meters tall appeared with a bed.

Meng Er straightened his eyes when he saw the man on the bed.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu frowned and muttered, "Why is The Fat-Elephant Si Fei Xiang even more fat again?”

Many people rose to salute Grand Witch Xiang, but others sat still.

The bed was laid down, four strong men retreated, and a very handsome man suddenly appeared beside Grand Witch Xiang.

As soon as the man appeared, all but the Jiu Yuan people and the Ding Yue people, who were unknown, stood up and saluted him. Even The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu nodded slightly when the other person looked at him.

Yuan Zhan saw the man, and his heart burst into flames.

The man also looked at him and they looked at each other for a full second.

For a short time, the two of them felt very long stare. Before the man staggered his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his face. What did he say ear to Grand Witch Xiang?

Yuan Zhan's eyes were deep tumultuously.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu suddenly slapped Yuan Zhan. "That's Fei Shan, Wucheng-City of Witches’ strongest warrior. It's said that he is the only warrior in The Nine Cities who exceeds 10th rank. No one knows how many ranks he is now. That fellow does not only look good, but in fact is very insidious, the means he fights with are extremely poisonous, if anyone dare to offend Wucheng - City of Witches, he can kill everyone else's fighting power in one go. Other upper-city forces are not afraid of the Fat-Elephant Si Fei Xiang, but afraid of him. Because of his presence, the Fat-Elephant Si Fei Xiang will be able to take the first place in the twelve priests’ conclave.

"Is he the first guardian of the priest?”

"Yes."

"Will he take the challenge?”

"Unless you want to challenge Wucheng-City of Witches. Hello, you don't really want to challenge Wucheng - city of switches, do you? Boy, can you stop playing so big at the beginning?” The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu urgently poked his hand at his disciple, hoping to wake him up quickly, so he can stop the man whose eyes and feelings of war and fighting are not strong enough.

"I'm not that stupid." Yuan Zhan separated the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's old claws with one hand and refused to let him continue poking Yan Mo's face.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was angry. Every time this big animal robbed his apprentice with him!

And Yan Mo in the Bone Inheritance Hall.

Yan Mo has accepted the inheritance of the shadow man, but he did not leave immediately, but sat silent for a while in the sea of knowledge.

The inheritance of the Enslavement Bone's methods of refining and cracking was included in the knowledge, which is the shadow testing him, or his negligence?

He always feels that neither of them is very similar.

After seeing Zan-Bu take the initiative, Yan Mo realized the puzzle.

Zan-Bu is still the original bright and lively character, has not spoken, and laughter comes first, "Oh, Little Mo Mo, are you loved by the Gods? I haven't seen you for a while. You can see me handsome in your spirit now.”

"It's you?”

"... It's me. "

Two people did not speak clearly, but they knew each other what they were saying.

Zan-Bu is as handsome as he says, even though he has long horn on his head and a third eye on his eyebrows.

Judging from Zan-Bu's appearance, the shape of Bone Sculpting Tribesmen is much taller than that of human beings on the whole. Zan-Bu looks about two meters and half, which is not including the length of the horn on his forehead. The Bone Sculpting people foreheads are a little raised and much wider than their faces, but you shouldn't think they were deformed. Instead, you will think they should look like that.

"Well, the Bone Sculpting Tribesmen hasn't disappeared. Very good. Instead of being self-confident, they have come up with more and better ways, which is also good. At that time, there was no way to pass on all the knowledge of Tribesmen to another person in such a short period of time, if we had such a way of passing on..."

Zan-Bu sat down beside Yan Mo, touched his head and said, "When you came, I thought that Tribesmen, the bone-sculptor, had died. There were still some tribesmen who survived, but escaped from the continent."

Yan Mo was in a complicated mood. "Do you want me to pass it on to them?”

Zan-Bu held him in his arms and remained silent for a while.

Yan Mo did not push him away, but Mo-Mo looked at his palm.

Zan-Bu suddenly grabbed a skeleton and put it in his arms. Yan Mo didn't know why.

"This is my sister, who died in the hands of another bone-sculpting tribesmen."

Yan Mo looked down at the skull in his arms and distinguished the skull from other skulls with the doctor's eyes. Then a slight crack was found at the white horn on the skull, the long uni-horn of Tribesmen, the bone sculptor.

Zan-Bu captured the skeleton and put it back into the sea of knowledge. "Bone Sculpting Tribesmen, like you, human beings, can be divided into many tribes even if it is the same race, and there will inevitably be war between tribes and tribes. We are the strongest group in terms of comprehensive strength, but even in the same tribe, everyone will do different things and think differently."

"So you don't agree with the black shadow?”

Zan-Bu laughed, but gave no affirmation. "He's not a shadow, he's Nita, a Red Horn Clan Tribesman. The Red Horn Clan is also the most powerful fighting force in the bloodlines of bone sculpting people, and the bone objects they make are very aggressive.”

"How many tribes are you divided into?” Yan Mo looked at Zan-Bu's unique character, white teeth, straight, smooth, fine, very beautiful.

"Three races. They are White-horn, Black-horn and Red-horn. And I just knew that all three Tribesmen had descendants, but the White-Horn tribe had the fewest descendants. Mo, I hope you can promise me one thing."

"You want me to hand over the bones to Tribesmen at the White Horn Clan."

Zan-Bu nodded and touched Yan Mo's head, praising, "You're a smart kid. Help me find a suitable successor. Don't be as paranoid as Nita. We'll protect you before that. We won't let other Bone Sculpting Tribesmen take the bone connection away from you."

Well, considering Tribesmen's Dead souls fighting power, it's just a benefit.

"By the way, you should take out the bone rat later. It can help you find out the blood of our family."

Yan Mo did not know whether Zan-Bu simply wanted to use a bone rat to find his tribesmen or was reminding him that he could use it as an alarm. But this friendship he wrote down, including Zan-Bu's previous sneaking of the Enslavement Bone's refinement and cracking methods into his legacy to teach him.

"I swear to my ancestors that no matter how the Bone Sculpting People and mankind develop, I will hand over the bone to a White-horned Bone Sculpting People and let him inherit the Bone Sculpting People." That's how I repay you Zan-Bu's half-teacher.

Zan-Bu sighed, "When I died, the Bone Sculpting people were still the strongest men on this continent. But as one of the bone sculpting tribesmen, even if I have only soul left now, I have to revenge my race hatred, and I will not be able to help you more in the future. Fortunately, you have learned all the sculpting below 10th rank, but 10th rank is not the end. Generally, the inheritance of 10th rank must follow the priest who is a 10th rank or learn from the sea of knowledge. I wanted to teach you, but I promised Nita would not teach more to non-tribesmen.”

"I understand." Yan Mo did not complain about it. It was Wu Guo's luck that he got to inherit the Bone Sculpting People. He hated that the remains of bone sculptor dared to regard him as a tool of revenge and a slave.

Zan-Bu is also in a complex mood. He and this human teenager have already got out of their feelings, but he is not only a bone sculpting tribesman, but also a clear conscious one.

"Mo, do not belittle the Bone Sculpting People veins on the other side of the sea. They have been there for many years, I am not sure how far they have developed. Although Nita respects me, he is also on guard against me. I do not know their intentions, nor do I know what means they have. You... Be careful."

Yan Mo was equally distressed. He did not want to see Zan-Bu as an enemy, but now it is racial hatred that insists on dividing them into two camps.

"Thank you, Zan-Bu."

Zan-Bu looked down at him, smiled and slowly disappeared.

The voice of the old man followed, announcing that he would never be eligible to enter Bone Inheritance again. If he forcibly entered, he would be hanged by the soul, and then he will kicked out of Bone Inheritance.

Outside, Grand Witch Xiang did not say anything. He lay on a dozen thick cushions and closed his eyes.

The Priest Luo Jue, who was in third place, stood up and struck with both hands, making a loud thunderclap?

"Boom!"

The whole room became extremely quiet.

Luo Jue said, "At the Nine Cities gathering once a decade, all the rules are the same as before, but this time there are two more challenger: the Jiu Yuan Tribe and The Ding Yue Tribe. This challenge is ahead of the ranking competition. Who amongst you is going to challenge, the Jiu Yuan Tribe?”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu suddenly got angry and stood up and shouted, "Why do you change the rules? Before the challenge is clearly placed after the qualifying test!"

Luo Jue, who was also very old, was expressionless. "It was decided by 12th Priest. If you don't agree, challenging Wucheng-City of Witches Temple for all priests!"

"Well, you think I'm afraid eleven of you won't do it? Believe it or not, I curse you all as fools! The Fat-Elephant Si Fei Xiang, you opened my eyes to me. Why do you want to arrange this time? "

Grand Witch Xiang's eyelids trembled and opened them slowly. "Little Zhou Wu, it's you. Who did I say is so noisy? I agree with this arrangement. Come here and I'll tell you."

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, so old, was called Little Zhou Wu. His old face didn't blush a bit, but Grand Witch Xiang called him and he walked by like this.

Waiting for the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu walked to side, Grand Witch Xiang lips tremble, and no one knows what he said to him.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, after listening to her head, went back to the Jiu Yuan without a word, and no longer objected to this new arrangement.

So Luo Jue again declared expressionlessly, "The Jiu Yuan Tribe is the first challenger. The Jiu Yuan, once again, who are you challenging? If you don't choose, you have no chance to challenge.”

Yuan Zhan did not know what Grand Witch Xiang said to The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. It can be seen that the expression of the Curse-Witch the topic is obviously very serious.

Putting the Jiu Yuan in the first challenge is not a matter of importance. Although there is no conspiracy in it, Yuan Zhan doesn't care. When Luo Jue’s voice ended he just randomly walked to the opposite side and says, "then Tucheng-Earth City."