The human leader was speechless by Liu An's retort. He ruthlessly glanced at Liu An and sat on the chair. The chair made a harsh creaking sound under him, and it was so hungry that it was not dispersed.

Liu An looked around everyone, raised his gray eyebrows and said passionately: "Now, Ye Chong is unfair, and has come to take off the firewood from the bottom of a pot to leave our human race, but we must not sit still and wait for death."

"I, Liu An, are not talented, recommend my eldest son, Brother Liu, to participate in this competition for the Hundred Tribes. Mr. Liu just wants to contribute a meager strength to our human race. Whoever has the right candidate can also recommend it."

"We must recommend ten human heroes before noon tomorrow. The performance of these ten people at the competition for the Hundred Tribes will focus on the life and death of our human race in the next five hundred years."

Liu An said something reasonable and well-founded. All the leaders of the human race began to think seriously and should recommend those geniuses of the human race.

The meeting started all night, and the next morning, all the leaders of the human race dispersed.

After a verbal argument, everyone finally selected ten human heroes.

These ten people, led by Brother Liu, participated in this competition for the Hundred Tribes on behalf of the human race.

Although these ten people cannot be compared with Ye Chong at all, the most urgent task is to let them fight on behalf of the human race.

Twenty-four human leaders led ten human heroes, surrounded by hundreds of human monks, and rushed towards the base camp of the Soul Tribe tribe and the Soul Gathering Villa.

In Juhun Villa, hundreds of races gathered together, with beasts roaring, phoenix roaring, demon roaring... all kinds of sounds intertwined, making Juhun Villa very lively.

Among the hundreds of clans, each clan has released ten genius disciples. The list of all these genius disciples gathered together and decided their opponents by immediately drawing lots.

Tomorrow is when the Hundred Tribes Conference is officially held. The heroes of the Hundred Tribes begin to hand over the list of elite disciples selected by their clan to the disciples of the Deacons of the Soul Clan.

...

In some unknown cave.

The Wuji Formation was still spinning rapidly. Wuliang Taoist and the Budai Monk never expected that the last day that was about to end would consume two thousand of their spirit stones.

There are still four hours left before the tenth day, but the Wuji Formation still shows no sign of stopping.

The two of them looked at Wang Ermazi, but found that the old guy was actually asleep, with saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and saliva flowed to the ground.

"Grandma, a bear! I'm so angry! We were tiring here. We were exhausted and consumed so much spirit stones. That guy Lao Mazi was actually dozing off.

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The Wuliang Taoist went up and kicked Wang Ermazi, shouting to him quickly: "Stop the Wuji Formation for me!"

Wang Ermazi rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked up at Wuliang Taoist, then turned his head to look at Wuji Formation. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The time I set was ten days, and the time was less than time, and Wuji Formation could not stop at all."

"you……"

Wuliang Taoist was so angry that he stomped his feet hard, and fire almost popped out of his eyes.

The Wuji Formation is still operating, the spirit stones are still consumed rapidly, and as time goes by, the spirit stones are consumed faster and faster.
Chapter completed!