Chapter 955

That evening, an old man came to the residence of the medicine picking boy.

"Come out! Come out!"

The steward yelled.

As soon as the door opened, a group of medicine picking children came out, and Tang Hao was caught in it.

"There are 100 medicine picking boys here! Elder, you can choose any!" The steward nodded and bowed with a look of compliment.

The old man carried his hands and nodded indifferently.

Then he scanned the crowd.

His eyes were cold, with a sense of gloom.

All the medicine picking boys noticed that something was wrong and gradually became uneasy.

"You, you! And you..."

The old man raised his hand and nodded one by one, "all of you, stand up for me."

Among the people he ordered, Tang Hao was among them.

"Ah mu, it's terrible. We're going to be cannon fodder! If we don't do well, we'll lose our lives!" Lei Shou was pale and trembled all over.

He was also called.

"Is this...?" Tang Hao whispered.

"It must be a trial, but it's not us. We're just training together. We'll die if we're not careful!" Lei Shou trembled badly.

Others were almost the same. Some people were paralyzed and shouted, "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Hum! Waste is waste. I don't even have the courage! No wonder I can only be a medicine boy!" The steward was annoyed and gave a fierce scold.

Seeing that the men were still motionless and looked fierce, they rushed forward and slapped them.

"A bunch of cheap bastards, don't stand up for me. Believe it or not, I'll whip you dozens of times now!"

The steward slapped and scolded.

Among the ancient barbarians, the herb picking boys are the most inferior people. No one can afford to look at them, and the clan doesn't treat them as people. Every time they try, they will pull a batch of them to serve as cannon fodder for those elites.

Those with better luck just lose their arms and legs. Those with bad luck are directly slaughtered by those elites.

Seeing this, a group of medicine picking children were even more afraid. They gathered together and trembled.

Tang Hao's eyes brightened, and the trials of the clan were generally held in the holy land.

"What a chance!"

Tang Hao's heart was burning. He was worried that he couldn't get in before. Now the opportunity came to the door.

"Yes, it's trial! And you are cannon fodder!" The old man said coldly, "but if you can hurt an elite in the trial, you can get a reward. You don't have to be a medicine boy anymore."

A crowd of drug collecting children were stunned. At first, they were a little excited, but soon, they were a little depressed.

With them, how can you hurt an elite? The difference in strength is too great.

"If you dare not go, you will be regarded as a traitor and executed immediately!" The old man said again in a somber tone.

A crowd of drug collecting children were shocked and immediately shut up.

"Come with me!"

The old man turned and walked towards the holy land.

The medicine collecting children kept up with the fish, one by one looking like death.

Soon they were taken to a temple outside the holy land.

"Tonight, you'll have a rest here. Tomorrow noon, the trial begins! These... Are all your weapons. Choose one that's easy!"

"Your opponents have no weapons. Whether you can hurt them depends on your ability. If you die, you are also unlucky and can't blame others."

With that, the old man turned and left.

When he reached the door, he turned back and said, "don't try to escape. Once you step out of here, you'll be killed."

After he left, many drug collecting children sat down and muttered, "it's over!"

Others grabbed their heads and fell into despair.

Tang Hao is very relaxed. He has beaten the top talents in the ninth continent. How can he look up to a group of ancient barbarian talents.

But at the thought of his current identity, he immediately squatted down and showed despair.

"Shit, it's a dead man. I fought with them!"

Suddenly, he scolded angrily, stood up and came to the weapon rack.

Other medicine picking children were stunned.

"Yes, fight with them!" Lei Shou clenched his fist and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Yes, spell it!"

Several more people stood up and roared.

"How to spell it! Those are elites, and we are all a group of waste firewood. We can't beat one of ten." Some people are pessimistic.

Tang Hao glanced and saw that there were all kinds of weapons on the shelf, and the quality was good.

After picking, he chose a bow, filled it with arrows, took a few spears and carried them behind his back. Then he felt that it was not enough. He went to get some more, and his back was full of spears.

He decided to play with the elite talents of the ancient barbarians first, and then steal the fire.

His eyes were cold and murderous.

The ancient barbarians tracked him before, which made him so miserable that he almost died. How can he repay this revenge.

Lei Shou and his disciples also learn from each other and are covered with weapons.

One night, the house was full of crying.

At noon the next day, the old man came in and was stunned when he saw Tang Hao and them. Then there was a sneer on his face.

These boys, are you really ready to fight a big battle?

Ho! It's just a bunch of waste!

"It's time. The trial is about to begin. Come with me!"

The old man drank in a deep voice, turned and strode away.

"Go!" Tang Hao stood up and shouted.

"Fight with them!"

Lei Shou roared and was extremely excited. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or excitement.

When he went out of the main hall, he saw a lot of people gathered outside. Nearly half of the family were there, but the patriarch and many elders were not there.

Near the cave, that is, the entrance of the holy land, there was a group of young people, men and women, all of whom were burly, tall and dressed in animal robes.

"Ha ha! You see, the cannon fodder is coming out! I don't know how many will die this time!"

"More than half died last time, and it's almost the same this time!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, and they pointed at Tang Hao.

The ancient barbarians advocate the strong. No one in the clan can afford such a weak person.

"Ha ha! How many idiots are there!"

They pointed and laughed at Tang Hao and others.

That group of elites also showed a sneer.

It's just a bunch of cannon fodder, but I still want to struggle.

"Ha ha! How many fools!"

"Yo! Isn't this Lei Mu and Lei Shou? What are you going to do with your bow, two silly hangers? You don't want to shoot me! Hahaha! If you really hit, then hell!"

Several young people even laughed.

Tang Hao glanced away and recognized these people.

These people are of the same generation as Na leimu. They used to practice together.

"Do these later!" Tang Hao leaned over and rushed to Lei Shou.

"Now, come with me!"

The old man shouted and led the team into the cave.