Yanyang Mulin.

The people of the Fu clan from the four cities in the east, west, south and north gathered around the altar in the east city and lined up according to their respective positions. The leaders of each city counted the number of people one by one and then reported to the eighth uncle on the altar.

When it's Dongcheng's turn to take charge.

When he heard that his men came to report, the Yang family's door was closed, and no one responded no matter how much he shouted, his face became a little ugly, because Fu Da made it impossible for the people in the other three cities to raise their heads for a long time.

Now I can’t even scream.

The steward was annoyed, but because Fu Shiyiduo and the Yang family were so caring, he could only hold back his resentment and stepped forward to report to his eighth uncle:

"Back to Grandpa Eighth, there are a total of 8,623 people in Dongcheng who are under the age of seventy. Except... Except for the Yang family, Fu Shenyi and Shengyi's son Huzi did not come over.

Everyone is already here."

Uncle Ba glanced at Fu Da, the man placed in the square, and frowned slightly. He didn't know what the clan leader's purpose was in calling the clan members over. However, Fu Da's family was still abandoned by the clan members. If they didn't come, the relationship would be ruined.

Not big, he cleared his throat, whispered a few instructions to the stewards of the four cities, and then took out a large sack from the storage bag.

The sack contains hutizi.

The beard seems to be engraved with circles of complicated runes.

The steward carried the sack, called for helpers, and distributed a piece of hutizi to each person according to head count. Because there were many people, the speed was fast, and the work was finished in a short time.

The eighth uncle then asked the tribesmen to sit down cross-legged.

Hold the distributed beard tightly in the palm of your right hand, close your eyes and let your mind go.

Everyone thought they were testing their spiritual roots as usual, so they closed their eyes excitedly, silently hoping that the Hu Tizi in their hands would react.

Ba Bo raised his head and looked at the sun that had risen high in the sky.

It is already noon.

The patriarch told them to hold the hu tizi in their hands and cross their legs for a quarter of an hour. He counted silently in his mind. When the time came, he raised his voice and said: "Okay, you can open your eyes now. The green hu tizi in your hands turned into red."

, stand up and come to the center of the altar, while the others stay where they are."

More than 20,000 people sat on the ground in darkness.

The eighth uncle felt uneasy because he was afraid that among so many people, none of them could make Hu Tizi change his color.

The whole square was silent for a moment.

Then a cheer suddenly came from the direction close to the city wall: "My... My beard has turned red, Grandpa Eighth, Grandpa Eighth, my beard has turned rainbow color."

!"

He was yelling.

As if it could be contagious, people were shouting loudly from all directions.

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Ancient Cliff Residence.

Fu Shiyi was checking the situation of Song Lingshu when he was called back by Xiaocui, saying that his father had something to do with him. When Fu Shiyi entered the reception room of Xiaozhulou, Fu Zhihong activated the isolation technique and said directly: <

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"On the 11th, your eighth uncle will bring a group of tribesmen over in a while. It will be said to the outside world that the ancient cliff dwellers need to send more people to open up the plum forest in Broken Bone Cliff. In fact, they are all your third uncle who thought they were through special channels.

Clan members who are qualified to initiate witchcraft."

Now the blood foxes for sacrifice have been gathered.

You can use the bloodstained totem to initiate witchcraft.

Fu Shiyi said excitedly:

"Father, how many clan members are there who have the qualifications?"

"Three hundred and twelve people!"

"Three hundred and twelve?!"

Fu Shiyi's eyes suddenly widened. There are only sixty or seventy monks in their clan now. If these people are successfully promoted to totem warriors, wouldn't the strength of their clan be improved by several levels at once!

Fu Zhihong was obviously a little excited too:

"Your third uncle said that you have the qualifications to initiate witchcraft, but not everyone can successfully plant a totem. It all depends on chance, and you can only initiate witchcraft once. In addition, your third uncle said that such a large-scale

With his current level of cultivation, every time a witch initiation ceremony is held, he will have to wait for six years!"

Six years is not a long time.

After all, after this group of people are tested, they will be children under six years old in six years. The time is just right.

After Fu Zhihong finished speaking, he paused, thought about it, and then said:

"In addition, I have good news to tell you. Your brother-in-law, sixth uncle, ninth uncle and tenth uncle have been in seclusion for more than two years. With the help of the foundation-building pill, they have successfully built the foundation. After a while, when the cultivation is stable,

If you get it, you can leave the customs!"

"Clang!"

Fu Shiyi suddenly stood up, even the chair was overturned: "Great, really great, that's my father. Now we have five foundation-building monks in our clan. In terms of strength,

Already on par with the Liu family!"

Fu Shiyi wandered around for a while.

Then she remembered that her father had not mentioned the fifth uncle just now, and her heart skipped a beat:

"Father, what about the fifth uncle? Has he not started building the foundation yet? Or..."

The foundation building has still failed.

Fu Shiyi didn't make it clear in the last sentence. After all, he was unlucky. Fu Zhihong sighed: "Your fifth uncle has been injured many times, which has already damaged his vitality. Although he has recovered a little with the help of Huanyu Honey during this period, he can't."

As we get older and have less energy and blood, we will eventually fall short."

When Fu Shiyi heard this, his face darkened.

Foundation-building pills are rare. Last time in the Southern Wilderness, they narrowly escaped death and only got a few pills. If Uncle Wu had not encountered another great opportunity in his life, he might not have been able to build a foundation.

Fu Zhihong continued:

"The reason why I tell you this is because I want you to keep the two Foundation Establishment Pills in your hands. After all, you have the qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots. The success rate of one Foundation Establishment Pill is only 30%. If two of them are superimposed,

Coupled with the Marrow Condensing Pill, your success rate will reach 80%, and foundation building should not be a problem."

When Fu Shiyi heard this, his face looked a little unnatural.

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong thought of a possibility and couldn't help but become anxious:

"What, you lost those two Foundation Establishment Pills? Or did you give them away?"

Something as important as the Foundation Establishment Pill.

How could Fu Shiyi lose it? She had always kept it in her consciousness space, but she had this intention of giving it away. She looked at Fu Zhihong and said seriously:

"Father, Sanniang has been in seclusion for more than a year. I plan to give her one of the foundation-building pills after she comes out. With Sanniang's qualifications, she will definitely be able to break through to the foundation-building stage in one fell swoop, so..."<

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"No!"

Fu Zhihong interrupted without thinking: "How can you give away something as important as the Foundation Establishment Pill to others? You don't even have enough for yourself. Take a step back and say, if you really want to give it away,

, that should be left to your elder brother. How could you have such a confused idea?"

Obviously in Fu Zhihong's heart.

Sanniang’s position is far inferior to that of her own children.
Chapter completed!