An hour later, the square had changed dramatically.

Wucheng-City of Witches saw the high and low seats made by various forces and felt too messy. He took advantage of the rest to let the high-ranking earth-control warriors cooperate to quickly make a circle of three-storey stands. But every force will be disconnected, leaving a space separating them in between.

A lot of people think this is a threat and suppression of Wucheng- City of Witches to the Jiu Yuan. The eyes to the Jiu Yuan are a bit malicious.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu returned to Wucheng-City of Witches seats. Yuan Zhan and others patted their buttocks on the terrace, and Yuan Zhan instantly produced a seat for them as huge as a bed on the top floor.

Yan Mole, who contributed animal skins to make the bed gorgeous and comfortable, also placed a small table in the middle, with water bottles, cups and plates of melons and fruits.

The beautiful, smooth and white porcelain with a little bluish glittery in the sunlight, which attracted many people's attention and at the same time was guessing what exactly was made.

Yuan Zhan did not forget his subordinates. He also made a few smaller chairs on the second step and left the center in the wake of Yan Mo, and then made a few small a stone platform between chairs.

Meng Er, Lamo-Ling and Huo Yuo Tian naturally sat on the second side of the chair on the left. There are no oath from Mu Chui and Song Zhen who are waiting to break through. They also choose the chair on the right most gracefully. Only the middle-aged slave who has just been given the name by Yan Mo is afraid to sit down and sat down on the bare earth.

Yan Mo waved to Shou Zhong, pulled out several fruit bottles, and so on, and let him placed them on the small chair between the second layers of chairs.

Shou Zhong was very happy to have something to do and was extremely careful with a pile of porcelain.

The result of this is that the Jiu Yuan still seems to enjoy most of all forces!

Moreover, their clothes and utensils are not available in other people's homes, so they look very magnificent and noble. In addition, the style and pattern of the seat, Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo are more relaxed than Wucheng-City of Witches Priest. Who is a savage now? Anyway, the people who scolded them as savages shut their mouths now.

Luo Jue is recognized by Wucheng-City of Witches temple as the most serious, fair and least expressive person. He even stared at the Jiu Yuan for a long time, let alone others.

"The competition continues! Ding Yue challenges Mucheng-Forest City, Mucheng-Forest City first, but the content of the title must be something Mucheng-Forest City itself can do.”

Mucheng-Forest City 3rd Third Priest Cong Sheng got up and shouted, "There are four categories in the competition. Mucheng-Forest City chose to make witchcraft first. I asked the Ding Yue Tribe to make the medicine that can make the broken bone connect and grow immediately in one day."

Yan Mo smiled. Mucheng-Forest City is very smart. They choose the best competition for themselves without knowing the details. It cannot only increase Mucheng-Forest City people's confidence, but also facilitate them to delay time.

As for the delay, of course, they are waiting for Yan Mo to turn Song Zhen into a 10th rank warrior.

As soon as Cong Sheng's voice fell, you could see that three people in Mucheng-Forest City left their Mucheng-Forest City seat and went to the Jiu Yuan.

At this time, Ding Yue also stood up.

Everyone is in a hurry. They don't know where to look.

But just then, they heard the Youthful Man Zhi Chun of Ding Yue hold his head high and shout to all the people, "This competition, we give up!"

What?! There was a big uproar.

What is the plot of Ding Yue? Why did they admit defeat even in comparison?

Some people can't figure it out. Some people think Ding Yue are extremely wise.

Mucheng-Forest City's face is not very good-looking, and Ding Yue people dare to admit defeat in the first competition. Obviously, they are very confident about the challenges ahead.

When Luo Jue announced that the Ding Yue Tribe had lost its first competition to Mucheng-Forest City to ask questions, the three Mucheng-Forest City came to the Jiu Yuan seat, stepped up the second floor and saluted Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo at the highest level in the middle.

"Thorn Warrior, Song Jing, 9th rank peak."

"Planting Warrior, Song Zhi, 9th rank peak."

"Wood Arrows, Mu Jian, 8th rank peak."

Yan Mo wondered, "Do you Mucheng-Forest City's 9th rank warrior all begin with a Song name, and below 8th rank is a city name?”

Song Jing smiled and answered, "Yes, Mo Da-Ren. Song [1] Pine surname is precious. Only a 9th rank warrior and the royalty can take Song as their surname, 6th rank to 8th rank can all take Mu as their surname, 6th rank below they use their name given by their families.”

Yan Mo questioned three people separately. Only then did he know that wood-control warriors cannot control all kinds of plants. Some people could only control one kind of plant all their lives. Some people could control the same kind of plants. Some people were good at planting, some were good at attacking with plants, and some were good at destroying plants.

"Arrow wood... Are the arrows you're talking about poisonous?”

A little surprise flashed in Jian's eyes, but she nodded.

Yan Mo is interested in the geographical environment of Mucheng-Forest City. Poisonous arrow trees like hot and humid areas. If poisonous arrow trees are around Mucheng-Forest City, they are likely to be in tropical and rainy areas. And Mucheng-Forest City is surrounded by many mountains and dense forests, much like the geographical environment of the former Yunnan area.

"Are you all voluntarily loyal to me and the Jiu Yuan?”

There should be no hesitation in the trio's chorus.

Mu Jian added after a meal: "Cong Sheng Da-Ren asked everyone, and the three of us all stood up, and we do not want to hide anything from you. We three people have problems. I was poisoned by the poison of arrow wood for a long time. There was a lot of poison in my body. Even The High Priest could not say how long I could live."

Song Jing was also a little ashamed. "I'm the oldest, about sixty years old. I'm sure I'll break through but now I’m hopelessly, and I've got a lot of dark wounds in my body. If I were to change to another city, I would have died long ago. That's the Mucheng-Forest City Temple for healing priest treating me continuously, so I can live it up to now. Mo Da-Ren, if there is any battle, send me first. I swear by war spirit that there will be no complaints from me.”

Mu Jian is probably the most honest one, and its mouth is rather wide with truth. "I can plant trees and grass, and nothing else. How did I rise to 9th rank and started to have problems? I don't know. In the past when I was planting trees, grass and trees in around will die after a while. Now they won't even grow.”

The three men looked at Yan Mo with some hesitation. They were all high-ranking warriors. But they were not the best, healthiest and most powerful warriors in Mucheng-Forest City. They came here with the idea of sacrificing themselves for Mucheng-Forest City. As for whether they were sacrificing themselves in the competition or trading, they didn't care much. But they don't care. That doesn't mean the Jiu Yuan doesn't care.

The three could not see Yan Mo's face. The teenager's face had been very mild and his mouth was still smiling.

Yan Mo didn't expect Mucheng-Forest City to bring in so many talented people at all. He was basically satisfied, especially with wood planting. Perhaps the ability of wood planting is not unusual in Mucheng-Forest City, but the Jiu Yuan that is rare. The Jiu Yuan now lacks a special plantation warriors. Yuan Zhan is only responsible for cultivating seedlings of some new plants and researching suitable soils for these plants. With Mu Jian, the Jiu Yuan's grain, fruit, cotton and other yields will at least be doubled several times.

Yan Mo asked the three men to come up separately and he checked their pulse one by one.

"Swear, you will be my guardians of the Jiu Yuan for the next thirty years. As long as you are faithful to me and the Jiu Yuan, I will not do you any harm."

Song Jing and Mu Chui swear to Yan Mo on one knee.

Yan Mo and the other four watched them swearing before smiling: "Although your respective physical problems are serious, but it is not entirely impossible to treat you all, but I need time to prepare, sacrifice to god needs to pay a great price."

Four people were in ecstasy! They came with the idea that maybe Yan Mo would sacrifice god to save them. But to get to be a 10th rank warrior... Maybe it's not a dream!

"Sit down on the second floor. It's my turn to keep my promise." Yan Mo raised his hand. "Song Zhen, you come."

There are several more chairs on the right of the second floor.

Song Zhen walked to the clearing in the middle of the second floor.

By this time Ding Yue had asked Mucheng-Forest City to save a slave.

Yan Mo took a short look at them. Ding Yue made a slave lie on the spot. Zhi Chun pinched the slave's mouth, and did not know what he had done to him. The slave quickly screamed and fell.

Cong Sheng came out to check on the slave, and after a moment, his eyebrows frowned tightly and returned to his seat.

Mucheng-Forest City's Lord is surrounded by a graceful, beautiful woman who none can't see her age. She has three green-shaped marks on her eyebrows and a long green hair that drags straight to her heels. Her eyes were bright, her clothes were made up of leaves and branches, and there were some lovely yellow flowers on her shoulders.

The woman listened to Cong Sheng's narrative, her wrist lifted slightly, a green branch stretched out, and entangled herself with the slave lying in the middle of the empty space.

After a while, the woman took back her branches and lightly opened her pink lip and said, "This competition, I Mucheng-Forest City admit defeat."

"Wow!" It was an instant concession. And it was Mucheng-Forest City's High Priest Zhao-Ge who spoke.

Zhao-Ge waited for a moment and said, "If Ding Yue can save this man, it's better to save him. After all, it's a human life."

Ding Yue people sneered, it seems that Zhao-Ge is a bit officious.

Zhao-Ge listened to the comments, and his face remained unchanged. He did not seem to care at all that the slave, for someone famous for their treatment, they could not even prolong their lives a little.

Cong Sheng and Zhao-Ge knew they could prolong the slave's life, but it was impossible to really save him. In that case, why should they spend so much energy? It's better to be straightforward.

What happened to the slave? What did the Ding Yue man feed him? "Someone shouted out.

Ding Yue did not answer.

Cong Sheng sighed, "I don't know what it is, maybe it's a stone, maybe some other poison. In short, the body of the slave is full of gravel, even in the blood."

Yan Mo knows that the Ding Yue people probably poured metal into the slave's body, but he wondered whether the metal had to be extremely hot to become liquid, or whether the Ding Yue people could ignore this natural rule and manipulate the metal so fine as to change the state of the metal at any time.

If so... Yan Mo was shocked. No wonder Ding Yue people all had a haughty and disdainful expression. They looked on the scene as nothing more than the Jiu Yuan.

Yuan Zhan, aware of the vibration of his priest, pushed the wooden table forward, leaned forward to hold his hand, and whispered, "Those Ding Yue people seem to be more powerful than when we saw last time. Do you think they have a way to improve their strength quickly?”

"Maybe." Yan Mo nodded, and said to herself, "I should not have measure Ding Yue by previous experience, thinking that they could only refine metal tools, weapons and armor, etc., abilities... It's cute and hateful."

Yuan Zhan played with his ear lobe. "What is it about? Don't speak in myths I don't understand. Don't worry. Everything is left to me."

"No, you don't understand..." Yan Mo did not want to attack his own animals, but instead asked him, "Look at the slave, do you think you can save him?”

Yuan Zhan was not rebuffed, but he was very unhappy. No man would be happy to be flattened by his lover. This made him look at Ding Yue people with three sharp points, which prompted Ding Yue Chief Fu Dian to turn to him sensitively.

Yuan Zhan did not take his eyes back. The eyes of two men met and collided in the air.

Cracking, a burst of sparks, both looked at each other and felt the other person not very pleasant.

Yuan Zhan: Right! Destroy them!

Fu Dian: The Jiu Yuan, the biggest enemy of Ding Yue in the prophecy, must be eliminated!

"Hello?” Yan Mo pinched the back of his hand.

Yuan Zhan thought back: "Me, save people?”

Yan Mo also saw Fu Dian's bad eyes, but he returned a kind smile and said to Yuan Zhan, "Look at the slave's body first. Do you think you can manipulate the metal in his body?”

Yuan Zhan understood what Yan Mo meant. He was a little far away from the slave, but the slave laid on the ground, and the earth was his best companion. He could touch the slave's body directly through the soil.

At that time, Zhi Chun was walking towards the slave, who was breathing weakly and was dying.

Fu Dian took a look, and turned to what he said to Witch Zhe Li. Witch Zhe Li looked at Yan Mo and nodded to him.

Yan Mo's face was right. He laughs so honestly and kindly.

Yuan Zhan tried to manipulate the metal in the slave's body. At first, there was no reaction. When a little reaction was made, the excess metal in the slave's body had disappeared.

Zhi Chun turned back and the slave slowly climbed up.

Yuan Zhan, "Hum."

Yan Mo felt funny, "what do you mean by this hum?”

Yuan Zhan threw away his hand. "Go and fulfill your promise. Song Zhen is still waiting for you." He didn't care about manipulating metals before, but now...

He is the blood of the God of the earth and a real warrior of the earth! Metal is also produced from the earth, he can control the earth, then he can control metal!

"Get me a float in midair... Come on, if you can't get it now, you can get a high platform.” Yan Mo made a request.

Yuan Zhan complained, "Sooner or later, I will let the earth float in the sky!"

Yan Mo casually said, "Emperor! I believe you can do it!”

Yuan Zhan laughed and asked Song Zhen and Yan Mo to stand beside him, then he closed his eyes and quickly mobilized the surrounding soil.

Song Zhen and Yan Mo moved their bodies and were moved aside by the soil as it rose.

So the big powers saw that in the clearing between the Jiu Yuan and Wucheng-City of Witches, a straight platform was suddenly uprooted. The platform was not big, and only about three people could lie flat on it.

But this high platform is rising, rising higher and higher, so that people have to look up.

Yan Mo, standing on the high platform, drew up his clothes and wanted to cuss at those at the bottom, but unless he used a loudspeaker, his voice would not necessarily reach the bottom.

Song Zhen seemed a little afraid of heights. He looked down and immediately walked back to the center of the platform and stood. Yan Mo rescued him by saying, "Lie down."

Song Zhen almost couldn't wait to lie down. He was excited and a little scared at the moment. The platform rose so high that he felt he could touch the clouds when he jumped up. Is that how he could get closer to God?

Yan Mo, dressed in strong clothes and blown by the gale above, just wants to make a quick decision so that he can go down and teach the nervous soil control animal a good lesson. Doesn't he know the higher the colder it is? He's frozen to death! Fortunately, the sunshine is very bright today.

Ding Yue people have great opinions on the Jiu Yuan. Now is their challenge time, okay? As a result, you are moving so much that everyone has turned to see you. Who else is going to see us? Damn Wucheng- City of Witches Priests didn't even know how to stop it!

Luo Jue really wanted to announce that he would let the competition enter the next stage, but everyone looked up at the terrace that rose to the sky. Even if they could not see the figure above, they would not bow their heads. How could he draw people's attention?

Mucheng-Forest City people are the most exciting of all, because they know they are going to have a 10th rank blood warrior born!

Those with wings and those who can fly into the air begin to fly up, hoping to see what happened.

Yuan Zhan's hands are itchy. Now he wants to make a few lightning bolts to knock down all the people who fly up and peek! Unfortunately, he has not mastered the ability to control thunder and lightning.

Do you want to see it? I won't let you see it!

Suddenly, there was a circle of earth dome wrapped tightly on the high earth platform.

Yan Mo looked up and his mouth twitched.

People flying into the air: Your mother! The Jiu Yuan people are too bad and cunning!

We could not see it and could not attack the cover, so they had to fall to the ground obediently.

Luo Jue wanted to clap his hands and draw everyone's attention, but he happened to see the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu staring at him, and poor Luo Jue was afraid that he would disturb the Little Priest's sacrificial process by making too loud a noise. He just coughed and reminded people loudly again: "Ding Yue challenges Mucheng-Forest City to enter the third stage, this is first by Ding Yue."

At last, the attention of the crowd barely drew back. It's mainly because they can't see there.

Zhi Chun received a sign from Fu Dian, got up and said in a cold voice with an angry face, "This is more than making weapons, whether you have them in Mucheng-Forest City or made on site. If they can surpass our weapons, we will lose!"