My Cold and Beautiful Wife

A large number of barbarians looked at Ye Fan with vigilance and hostility, and surrounded him.

Ye Fan was not short, but in front of this group of barbarians, he had to raise his head to face them.

"I\'m not from the Wilderness, but I have something that I need to ask the High Priest for. I have no enmity with him." Ye Fan laughed in a friendly manner.

The group of barbarian men burst into laughter as they heard this.

"Did you hear that? He said he wants to see the High Priest?! "

"Who does this brat think he is?" High Priest, do you mean to say that we\'ll meet as soon as we see you?! "

Ye Fan sighed, he didn\'t want to explain too much, seeing that these hulks didn\'t want to let him, he decided to take a detour to the side.

However, before he could take two steps forward, more barbarian men blocked his path!

"This is the Kara Divine Land, it is inconvenient to attack, and you are not allowed to use your cultivation. That\'s why your head is still here.

Otherwise... Just based on the fact that you\'re from a different clan, you should die if you dare to approach this place! " A big barbarian man said.

Ye Fan said helplessly, "Could it be that the Wilderness Divine Palace has a rule that people who aren\'t from the Wilderness can\'t enter?"

The group of hulks looked at each other, seemingly unable to refute, because there really wasn\'t such a rule.

Ye Fan smiled, "Since there is no rule preventing outsiders from entering, then what right do you have to stop me?"

Can you decide for the High Priest? You must be offending the High Priest, right? "

"You … "You …"

The group of barbarian men held their breath, their faces turning red. They couldn\'t think of anything to say.

"What a good man, you are a foreigner, aren\'t you? "You crafty men of war, you know how to talk!"

The barbarian soldiers made a path. Then, a barbarian leader wearing a tiger hat and scarlet fur armor walked towards them.

"Lord Aguda!" A group of barbarian warriors nodded respectfully.

Ye Fan squinted his eyes, he didn\'t notice just now that this leader was actually a Heavenly Emperor, and should be the number one figure in the Wilderness.

However, the average person probably didn\'t have the qualifications to come to the Karhan Holy Land.

"No matter what your purpose is, it must be me, Aguda, who wants to enter the temple! "Hurry up and leave!"

Ye Fan didn\'t want to say anything more. With a flash, he accelerated around the group of thugs and rushed towards the bridge.

He had originally thought that he would be able to shake off these fellows with his speed, but who would have thought that Aguda would actually move his feet and follow them!?

"Where are you running to!?"

Aguda\'s tall and sturdy body unexpectedly moved like the wind, taking large steps to stop Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was stunned. Although he did not disintegrate, and was only in his most ordinary state, but his speed should not be followed by many people, after all, everyone did not use their cultivation.

This barbarian\'s cultivation was truly different from other places. Even without his Heavenly Emperor cultivation, his body was still so powerful!?

"Good boy, your speed is not slow, there are very few people who have this kind of agility skill." Aguda looked at Ye Fan doubtfully: "In the end, where did you come from?"

"I don\'t think I need to answer your questions." Ye Fan said.

Aguda\'s face hardened, but he seemed to have thought of something else. He turned around and looked at the other team\'s leader.

It was a barbarian leader who wore a wolf\'s head hat and blue leather armor. He had a long and thin face and a gray-black beard. One could see the traces of time in his aged eyes.

"Humph..." Mandala, why are you so quiet? Are you trying to see me act so that you can speak ill of me in front of the Great Divine Magistrate and prevent the High Priest from meeting me?

"Sorry, I won\'t be impulsive this time …" Aguda laughed proudly.

"You are thinking too much, Aguda. Whether or not you have done something wrong, the High Priest will not be able to see you!

The High Priest definitely knows about the ambitions of your Borjin race. He definitely won\'t allow you to harm the descendants of the God of Berserkers! "

Hearing this, Ye Fan suddenly remembered that these two groups of people seemed to be Borjin and Argu.

One worshipped the Scarlet Tiger and the other worshipped the Ash Wolf.

It turned out that the two largest tribes had come here.

That Mantua Lato, also a Heavenly Emperor, was on par with Aguda.

"Humph!" My brother is brilliant! He would surely replace the irresponsible Bozakhar! Become the new Barbarian King!

All you jackals of Argued were actually going to support a Barbarian King who had disappeared for half a year just because Bocha Howl came from your tribe?!

You are not worthy to be the descendants of the God of Berserkers! " Aguda cursed.

Ye Fan frowned. So the Barbarian King had really disappeared for half a year?

These fellows seemed to have come here to pay their tribute in order to get the High Priest\'s consent and to elect the Barbarian King?

The barbarian warriors started to compete against each other. Suddenly, a golden light flashed on the other side of the white jade bridge.

A fair-skinned man wearing a tall, golden hat and a long robe with numerous wild runes walked to the middle of the bridge.

All the barbarian soldiers knelt down on both sides as soon as they saw these people. A devout look appeared in their eyes.

"Greetings, great god!"

Ye Fan blinked his eyes, he didn\'t even see how this Great Divine Officer appeared.

The defenses of this shrine were indeed quite mysterious. Fortunately, he didn\'t try to break through by force, otherwise, something big might have happened.

"All of you, get up." When the Godly General opened his mouth, his voice was as delicate as a woman\'s.

Ye Fan felt a little strange, so it turned out to be a eunuch? No wonder they were so handsome, unlike barbarians.

Aguda got up with a flattering smile and said, "Great Master!" "Is the High Priest finally willing to see me?!"

"Great Deity Official!" The Borjin want to plague the prairie! Let me see the High Priest explain the truth! " Mandala said with a serious expression.

"You don\'t need to argue," the high priest said calmly. "You\'ve waited here for seven days, and the high priest had to think carefully before making his decision.

This time, High Priest Pasteur did not plan to accept any tribute, but he was willing to meet any one of them … All he needed to do was … Satisfy his conditions ".

At these words, Aguda and Mantua asked, "What condition?"

The Great Master smiled, "The purpose of your visit is to determine the choice of the Barbarian King. And the birth of the Barbarian King is decided by the ancient \'Berserker Fighting\'.

If you want to explain your thoughts to the High Priest, then carry on the \'Berserker Fighting\' here. The final victor, I will bring him to the High Priest … "

Hearing that, a look of joy appeared on Aguda\'s face. On the other hand, the expression on Mandala\'s face turned more serious.

"Haha!" As expected of High Priest Pasteur! This method was good! "I agree!" Aguda laughed excitedly and looked contemptuously at Mantua Latour.

A young, muscular man from Argouna walked up and said: "Patriarch, do you want me to go up? Fighting brazenly does not depend on one\'s cultivation, but only on one\'s body.

"No..." "Even if you don\'t rely on your cultivation, there is still a gap between you and Aguda …

"For the sake of the grasslands, for the sake of the Barbarian King, for the sake of Arguana, I will risk my life to stop Aguda even if it costs me my life!"

"Manudu Lato! Cut the crap! Those who have the qualification to fight for the first place, just the two of us, quickly start! " Aguda flung his fur cloak around himself and said impatiently.

Right at this moment, a voice suddenly entered everyone\'s ears …

"I\'m sorry … Since you\'re just anyone on the scene, then I can participate in the fight too, right? "

Aguda, Mandala, and over a hundred other barbarian warriors looked at the \'small man\' who was shorter than them. Their expressions were very strange.

Looking at Ye Fan, who was raising his hand to speak, the group of barbarians finally could not hold back their laughter.