Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Qin Youyou called Helan Yinling and told her about the sect's affairs, saying that she was going out.

"Teacher, go ahead. I've already learned how to use the audio-visual classroom. I'll definitely supervise my junior students every day, have them clock in during class, and do farm work after class to ensure they don't slack off."

Qin Youyou was very pleased. "I'll leave Bingbing, Lulu, Xiaoyueliang and Yanhui in the sect. If you have any difficulties, you can go to them."

"Okay, teacher!"

After Qin Youyou explained everything, she took off her makeup, revealing her true face, and quietly left the Arctic Island with the five Luo Xie brothers.

"Lazy Xie, do you know the way to the Shaman Clan?"

"I know, Master Youyou."

"lead the way."

"okay!"

The other four brothers rolled their eyes. Why didn’t they usually see Lanxie being so diligent?

"Master Youyou, we all know the way."

"Then hurry up!"

"okay!"

The five brothers flew in front, Qin Youyou followed closely sitting on Tutu's back, and the group flew at lightning speed.

In one day, they arrived at a primitive village.

At the entrance of the village, there are flags hanging with strange black and red snake totems painted on them.

"This is the Shaman's Snake, the auspicious beast of the Shaman clan. Every time they cast a spell or ask a question, they will judge whether it is good or bad based on the reaction of the Shaman's Snake." Luo Lanxie told Qin Youyou.

Qin Youyou nodded and remembered this.

Then he stretched out his hand: "Come on, tie me up."

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Zhao Sha, the old patriarch of the shaman clan, was making strange gestures around a large cauldron, muttering to himself and talking in a mysterious manner.

"Wei Batian, kill! Wei Batian, die!"

He grabbed a shivering child nearby, cut open the child's wrist, and collected a large bowl of blood.

Then he poured the bowl of blood on a rag doll!

He picked up another golden needle and thrust it into the puppet's chest and abdomen.

On the back of the cloth doll, Wei Batian's name was clearly written.

After inserting nine golden needles into the doll, a sinister light flashed in Zhao Sha's eyes, and he threw the doll into the bubbling cauldron.

As he watched the doll slowly corrode and melt, a perverted smile appeared on his face.

After finishing, he turned around and performed another strange dance. After the bell on his ankle rang forty-nine times, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he turned around, prostrated himself on the ground reverently, and moved on his knees to a wall.

He kowtowed three times, looked toward the giant snake totem on the wall, and asked hopefully, "O all-knowing Shaman Snake, Zhao Sha kneels devoutly before you. May I ask, is Wei Batian dead?"

The tribesmen around also started beating drums.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The wall rumbled open, and a cobra with black and red stripes stretched out its neck, looked at the people kneeling below, spit out its long tongue, and then swayed from side to side.

Move and hit, move and hit.

Zhao Sha’s eyes widened, and then he sat down on the ground.

Swing left and right!

Not nodding back and forth!

That Wei Batian is not dead yet!

Even after using the shaman clan's most vicious golden needle method, they still failed to kill her!

Zhao Sha's eyes turned red with hatred.

He still remembered that half a month ago, he collected more than thirty spiritual herbs from the village and planned to go to the Northernmost City to visit his biological daughter Zhao Yan. However, he did not see his daughter, but got the news of her death.

The people of the Helan family were filled with regret, saying that Helan Xiuyu had gone astray and killed Yan'er, and they themselves also died.

But only he knows that it is not that simple!

Yan'er is the descendant of the shaman clan. Even if she dies, her soul can escape from her body. But Yan'er's soul has not returned to the Zhao family to report the news. He knew that Yan'er's soul has also turned to ashes!

After much inquiry, he finally learned from a servant of the Helan family that Yan'er's soul was killed by Wei Batian, the new powerful man of Luming Kingdom!

Zhao Sha only had this one precious daughter, and he fainted from heartache. When he woke up, his hatred for Wei Batian was as endless as a surging river.

Wei Batian is an unrivaled master, and Zhao Sha is just a warrior, so naturally he cannot defeat him.

But... his shaman clan has ten thousand ways to take Wei Batian's life!

He returned to his clan with a heart full of hatred.

All kinds of vicious curses were used on Wei Batian.

Draw soul-stealing talismans, burn life-stealing banners, and stab villains...

Every time he finished, he would come to ask the Shaman Snake with full confidence.

But what no one expected was that Wei Batian's life was as hard as a rock.

The shamanic snake is always shaking its head, shaking its head, shaking its head.

Today, he even used the most damaging method of killing with golden needles, and vomited a large mouthful of blood, but still failed to take Wei Batian's life!

"How is this possible? How is this possible!" Zhao Sha shouted in extreme pain.

As long as Wei Batian is not dead and his daughter's murder is not avenged, he will never be at peace!

The wall closed again.

A tribesman named Zhao Xun helped him up: "Chief, could it be that the Shaman Snake made a mistake..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Sha slapped Zhao Xun hard in the face: "Shaman Snake can't be wrong!"

In the past half month, he has also been inquiring about Wei Batian's news. It is said that she is doing very well outside, and even the Frost Valley has been annexed by her Mud Leg Sect.

It can be seen that the various magic techniques used before did not affect her at all.

This time, there is a high probability that it will be no exception.

Seeing the furious patriarch, Zhao Xun lowered his head and dared not speak.

These days, the clan leader has been like a demon. In order to avenge his daughter, he even used the blood of the clan's children to cast spells!

The child whose wrists had just been cut was Zhao Xun's son.

Zhao Xun looked at his son's pale face and his arms tightly bandaged by the shaman doctor, hiding the deep dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Just then, a tribesman hurried in from outside.

"Chief, Chief! Five divine messengers have arrived outside the village!"

"What?" Zhao Sha was stunned, then overjoyed.

"Follow me to welcome her!"

The messengers of the Holy Light Temple seldom think of their shaman clan. After all, there are so many Holy Light Temples in the Tiger Roar Country, and the number of shaman clans is far less than the number of orthodox believers of the Holy Light Temple.

But it is obvious that their shamanic techniques also originated from the Temple of Holy Light.

Now, the Tiger Roar has been overturned, and the gods above have finally remembered their shaman clan!

Zhao Sha was extremely surprised. He had never been able to kill Wei Batian, but if the divine messenger came...

The avatars of the gods' messengers are all at the peak of war saints. With them around, killing Wei Batian would be a piece of cake, right?

He didn't even have time to change his clothes before he hurried out to meet them with a group of his tribesmen.

Then I saw five identical people standing at the entrance of the village.

"They are clones of the divine messenger, and moreover, they are five clones of the same divine messenger!"

Zhao Sha was knowledgeable and experienced, so he naturally knew that this was not an imposter.

He hurried forward and bowed deeply, "I am Zhao Sha, the patriarch of the Shaman clan, greeting the five divine messengers."

"No need for formalities." Luo Lanxie said lazily.

Zhao Sha's gaze fell on the girl next to him with her hands tied.

The girl was very pretty, with a red mole between her eyebrows, but her hair was a little messy and she looked a little timid.

"Who is this?"