In the evening that day, an old man came to the residence of the herbicide child.

"Come out! Come out for me!"

The manager started to yell.

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

"A hundred herbal children are all here! Elder, please choose whatever you want!" The manager nodded and bowed, with a complimentary look on his face.

The old man carried his hands on his back and nodded indifferently.

Then, he glanced around the crowd.

His eyes were cold and a bit stern.

The herbicide children realized something was wrong and gradually became uneasy.

"You, you! And you..."

The old man raised his hand and clicked one by one, "You fifty, all of you will stand up for me."

Among the people he ordered was Tang Hao.

"Amu, it's so miserable now. We're going to become cannon fodder! Maybe we'll lose our lives!" Lei Shou's face turned pale and his whole body began to tremble.

He was also called.

"Is this..." Tang Hao asked in a low voice.

"It must be a trial, but it's not us who participated. We are just a training student. If you are not careful, you will die!" Lei Shou trembled violently.

The others were almost the same, and some people were even more scared and yelled: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Hmph! Waste is waste, he doesn't even have such courage! No wonder he can only be a medicinal child!" The manager was annoyed and cursed fiercely.

Seeing that those people were still motionless, they showed fierce looks, and rushed forward and slapped them a few times.

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

The manager slapped and scolded.

Among the ancient barbarians, the herbicide children were the lowest-class people. No one could look at them. The clan did not regard these people as humans. Every time they tried, they would recruit a group of people to be cannon fodder and serve as a training for those elites.

Those who are more lucky are just throwing their arms and breaking their legs. Those who are less lucky will be killed directly by those elites.

Seeing this, a group of herbal children were even more scared and gathered together and shivered.

Tang Hao's eyes lit up, and the trials in the clan were usually held in the holy land.

"What a great opportunity!"

Tang Hao felt hot inside. He was worried that he could not get in before, but now the opportunity came to his door.

"Yes, it's a trial! And you are cannon fodder!" the old man said coldly, "But if you can injure an elite in the trial, you will be rewarded and you will no longer be a medicinal child."

The group of herbal children were stunned. They were a little excited at first, but soon, they became a little depressed.

Just based on them, how could it be possible to injure an elite? The difference in strength is too great.

"If you dare not go, you should regard it as a rebel clan and execute it immediately!" the old man said again, his tone of a stern voice.

The children who collected medicine were shocked and suddenly fell silent.

"Follow me!"

The old man turned around and walked towards the holy land.

The children who collected herbs followed one after another, and their faces were ashamed.

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

"Tonight, you will rest here, tomorrow at noon, the trial will begin! These... are all your weapons, please choose one for yourself!"

"Your opponents have no weapons. Whether they can hurt them depends on your ability. If you die, you will be unlucky and you will not be able to blame others."

After saying that, the old man turned around and left.

When he walked to the door, he turned around and said in a stern manner: "Don't try to escape. Once you step out of here, kill me."

After he left, many herbicide children sat down and murmured: "It's over!"

Some people also grabbed their heads and fell into despair.

Tang Hao was extremely relaxed. He even beaten up the top geniuses in the ninth continent. How could he look down on a group of ancient barbarian geniuses?

However, when he thought of his current identity, he immediately squatted down and showed despair.

"Damn it, I'm going to fight them!"

Suddenly, he cursed angrily, stood up and came to the weapon stand.

Other children who collect herbs were stunned.

"That's right, fight with them!" Lei Shou clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of anger.

"That's right, fight!"

Several more people stood up and roared.

"How can we fight! Those are all elites, and we are all a bunch of useless people, and even ten people can beat each other." Someone said pessimistically.

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

After picking up, he chose a bow, filled the arrows, took a few spears and carried them behind him. Then, he felt that it seemed not enough, so he went to get a few more, and his back was covered with spears.

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

His eyes were cold and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The ancient barbarians tracked him before, which made him so miserable that he almost died. He had to repay this revenge.

Lei Shou and the others also followed suit, with weapons hanging on their bodies.

One night, the room was filled with crying sounds.

The next day at noon, the old man came in and saw Tang Hao and the others, and was stunned. Then, a sneer flashed across his face.

Are these guys really going to have a big fight?

Huh! It's just a bunch of waste!

"Time is up, the trial is about to begin, follow me!"

The old man shouted in a deep voice and turned around and walked towards him.

"Let's go!" Tang Hao stood up and shouted.

"Fight with them!"

Lei Shou roared, feeling extremely excited, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement.

After leaving the hall, I saw a lot of people gathering outside, nearly half of the clan were there, but the clan leader and many elders were not there.

Near the cave, the entrance to the holy land, a group of young men and women stood up, all of whom were tall and tall, wearing animal robes.

"Haha! Look, those cannon fodders are coming out! I don't know how many of them will die this time!"

"More than half of the death last time, it's almost the same this time!"

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

The ancient barbarians admired the strong, and no one in the clan could look at the weak.

"Haha! There are still a few idiots!"

They pointed at Tang Hao and others, and kept sneering.

The elites also looked sneering.

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

"Haha! A few stupid people!"

"Oh! Isn't this Lei Mu, Lei Shou? Two stupid kids, why are you going to take the bow? You won't want to shoot me, right? Hahaha! If you really shoot, that's a hell!"

Several young people even laughed.

Tang Hao glanced at him and recognized these people.

These people are both of the same generation as Lei Mu, and they practiced together before.

"Do these first!" Tang Hao leaned over and said to Lei Shou.

"Now, come with me!"

The old man shouted and led the team into the cave.
Chapter completed!