Yang Jian quickly gave up, cupped his hands, and walked quickly to the Maguspriest's hut.
When Yang Jian entered the thatched hut, Da Hua couldn't hold it in any longer. He raised his head and shouted at Da Ang.
With a clang, a heavy object fell from Da Hua's body. Daon squatted down, picked it up, and gave it to Da Hua with an apologetic smile.
"Stop it, stop it. Look, you dropped it. Don't cry."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old!" Da Hua gritted his teeth and scolded. He picked up the small "shield" in his hand and blinked.
"Forget it!" Da Hua sighed, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. "This Dragon Palace Crown Prince will do. Alas, such a good marriage, how could it be destroyed by you just like that! "
Daon chuckled. "Look, this Earth Qi."
"Here! All for you! "Da Hua took out three gourds and threw them to Daon.
Daon was overjoyed. He carried the gourds and ran to the Maguspriest's hut.
"Chief, why didn't we …"
"Humph, it's useless to take those things back. Just take it as a good karma with Yang Jian. Let's find a place to stay for a while. I want to see what they are going to do. "
The Maguspriest's hut? Da Hua definitely didn't want to go back.
Soon, Da Hua saw that the Maguspriest she knew were here, and they didn't come alone. They brought two "old witches" with them.
Yang Jian entered the hut and stayed for a long time before coming out. When he came out, there were twelve old Wu people standing in front of the hut.
There were six men and six women. According to the lifespan of the pure-blooded Ancestral Sorcerer Tribe, they could not even be considered young boys and girls at this time. However, without sufficient Earth Qi, their Cultivation Tribe could only live for ten thousand years …
"What is this Wu people doing?" Da Hua muttered, watching from the corner.
After Yang Jian walked out, he looked at the twelve Wu people's youths. Behind them were six skinny Wu people's Maguspriest.
A Maguspriest said something in the language of witchcraft, and the twelve 'boys and girls' burst into tears.
The Maguspriest berated in a stern tone. The twelve Wu people slowly knelt in front of Yang Jian and kowtowed.
After three kowtows, Yang Jian hurriedly helped them up and said a few words in a warm voice.
Yang Jian took out a small boat and let the twelve Wu people stand on it. He bowed and bade farewell before flying the boat into the sky.
"Are we really going to give pure-blooded Wu people to Yang Jian?" Da Hua blinked and calculated in his heart. He said coldly, "You have to pretend that you didn't see what you saw today. No one is to go out and talk nonsense. Do you hear me?"
The few women in armor agreed in unison.
The twelve Wu people's "old men" …
Yang Jian stood at the stern of the boat and looked at the old and dying twelve Magi. He had not stopped sighing ever since he left the Wu people.
He flew in the southwest direction. He did not plan to return to the Dragons to pick up Little Chan 'er for the time being. He still had many things to do.
Half a day later, Yang Jian brought the twelve Wu people to the border between the North Continent and the Middle Continent. After some thought, he found a desolate mountain and landed with the twelve Magihumans.
He found a beautiful mountain that did not have much spiritual energy. Yang Jian looked at the twelve Magihumans in front of him and observed if they had suffered from the backlash of the Wu people's oath.
This was no longer considered the North Continent. The twelve of them had not changed from their previous state.
Clearly, the Maguspriest had said that the twelve of them would be chased out of the Wu people and that the Wu people would no longer recognize them. Their cruel words had worked.
The eyes of the twelve Magihumans did not have much spirit. They even had a slight desire to die. Yang Jian asked them to come down, so they tried their best to move as fast as possible. Then, they waited for Yang Jian's next instructions …
Yang Jian waved his palm. A huge rock beside the stream flew over and landed behind Yang Jian.
Yang Jian lifted the hem of his long robe and sat on the rock majestically. He asked the twelve of them to report their names.
"Master …"
A skinny witch said in a low voice, "When we were chased out of the clan, our names were also taken back. Moreover, in our current situation, we can't help you much, Master … If you have any instructions, just tell us. "
Yang Jian looked at her, but the witch lowered her head and did not dare to say anything.
They were still wearing beast robes. Their feet were bare, and their skin was wrinkled. They looked hungry.
Yang Jian asked, "Do you think that the Maguspriest sent you to me?"
"Isn't that so?" A "young man" from the Wu people asked in return. Then, his eyes turned red as he lowered his head to look at the ground.
"Yes and no. They just want me to save you." Yang Jian sighed. He raised his hand and waved. The Earth Qi within a 50-kilometer radius was summoned by him and surrounded the twelve Magihumans.
Their bodies trembled slightly. Then, they revealed a pitiful expression.
Such abundant Earth Qi was enough for them to break through in a few hundred years and become true Magi. However …
Among the twelve Magihumans, the longest lifespan would probably not last more than a few decades … They were all members of their respective tribes who were about to die.
In the North Continent, many disciples of the Wu people were like that. They had wasted tens of thousands of years and relied on the Earth Qi that could sustain their lives to survive one hopeless spring and autumn after another.
"You should know what the Wu people's problem is. However, relying solely on the Earth Qi provided by the Half-Magi is not enough for you. "
Yang Jian's voice was neither fast nor slow. He was just talking to them. "And you are the other hope of the Wu people. Although I need you to serve me, when there is no war, you can also collect Earth Qi from various places and send it to the North Continent. "
"I will definitely not stop you from doing this."
Yang Jian's words were decisive, but the twelve Magihumans were shocked. They looked up at Yang Jian.
"Is what you said true?"
"Of course not." Yang Jian smiled. "The Maguspriest of the six tribes have chosen to trust me. Why don't you believe me?"
"But …" A witch shouted sorrowfully, "Why us? We don't have long to live. Why don't we choose twelve who still have lifespans … "
Before she could finish, Yang Jian raised his hand to stop her.
"I always like to do things that others can't do. The twelve of you are also an agreement between me and your Maguspriest," Yang Jian said. "If I can help the twelve of you break through within three years and stimulate the bloodline of the Wu people to become true Magi and enjoy the lifespan of one Yuanhui, the Wu people will choose 1,200 disciples of the Wu people to hand over to me and let me bring them out of the North Continent."
The twelve Magihumans were shocked.
1,200 disciples of the Wu people? If they could survive outside like what Yang Jian had said and continuously collect Earth Qi and send it back to the tribe …
Then, could those clansmen who died early because they were not talented be like them and live for nearly ten thousand years?
Every newly born member of the Sorcerer Tribe would receive the same amount of Earth Energy. However, even the tribes directly related to the Sorcerer Ancestor's tribe were divided by their aptitudes.
Not all the new Wu people could live for ten thousand years like the twelve Magihumans.
Although they knew that the true experts of the older generation in the tribe were immortal, they also knew the history of the Wu people …
"Master!" One of the Magihumans knelt in front of Yang Jian. "Please help us! We have to break through even if we have to risk our lives so that more of our clansmen can follow you out! "
The twelve of them were too weak and could not help the Wu people too much.
However, if they had 1,200 disciples of the Wu people … what Yang Jian said would definitely be possible!
"Stand up. From now on, you don't have to kneel in front of me. You don't have to call me Master." Yang Jian's voice was a little stern. The twelve Magihumans hurriedly stood up. Two of them trembled and almost fell.
Yang Jian said, "I'll make three rules with you first."
The twelve Magihumans listened carefully.
"The root cause of the decline of the Wu people is the decline of their luck. This is fate and cannot be reversed. After you follow me, you have to remember this. You can help the Wu people alleviate their predicament, but you can't have any other thoughts! Otherwise, you will only harm the Wu people for no reason! "
The twelve Magihumans hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Master. All the disciples of the Wu people know that the half-Magus Chi Chi You borrowed troops in the past. They don't dare to have such thoughts."
"We just want the lives of the tribe to be slightly better …"
Yang Jian raised his hand and the twelve of them quickly shut up.
"Also, don't call me Master in the future. Just call me Second Master."
The twelve Magihumans shouted in unison, "Second Master."
Yang Jian's eyes lit up. "Thirdly, I allow you to send Earth Qi back to the Wu people, but there is a rule. Swear an oath now that you will not let the Shaman Tribe know anything about me. "
Under Yang Jian's gaze, the twelve Magihumans made up their minds.
"As long as Master … as long as Second Master agrees to let us send Earth Qi back, our lives are yours!"
"Second Master! You can ask us to go against reason and commit crimes. We have already been chased out of the Wu people. From today onwards, we will be your subordinates! "
"Although the strength of the twelve of us is like grass in your eyes, our ancestors were also indomitable almighty beings in this world! We will definitely not do anything that goes against the oath we made today! "
Yang Jian nodded calmly. "Swear."
The twelve Magihumans knelt down in front of Yang Jian and swore to their ancestors that they would be loyal to Yang Jian for the rest of their lives.
After the oath, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief. He slowly stood up and raised his hand to dissipate the abundant Earth Qi around him.
Yang Jian said, "Follow me. From today onwards, pay attention to your words and actions. Sit cross-legged. I will help you break through your realms today. "
Break through today?
The twelve Magihumans were shocked but they sat cross-legged according to his words.
Yang Jian waved his hand and twelve streams of Xuanqi shot out and entered the chests of the twelve Magihumans.
The twelve Magihumans were stunned for a moment. Then, they all looked excited. It was as if there was thunder in their bodies and there was a sound that sounded like a tsunami!
Yang Jian thought for a moment. These twelve Magihumans were the twelve commanders under him. He should build a better foundation for them.
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