When the light and dark rules cannot meet, Su Yun can only choose to give up temporarily and find a way to try it later.

"All you can do at this stage is to wait and then face the evil god."

Su Yun finished murmuring solemnly, took the time to check the tribe, and found an interesting scene.

In the past year, the tribe expanded very quickly, and there were vague rumors that the gods of the Yanhuang tribe were a level nine god, which made the Yanhuang tribe expand rapidly.

Now, the number of people in the tribe alone has exceeded 30,000, which is already a small-scale tribe.

For example, rice has also been planted in batches, and the overall physical fitness of the tribe has improved a lot. There are also silk clothes. Every household raises some silkworms, and most people have one or two silk clothes.

Even this silk dress has naturally become a specialty of the Yanhuang tribe. Due to its delicateness and comfort, and its scarce output, other tribes directly admire it and are proud to have a silk dress.

In addition to these two things, there is also a famous specialty that is supplied by the Yanhuang tribe, making the people around you happy and in pain.

In the empty square in the center of the Yanhuang Tribe, a large number of shouts sounded, and many Yanhuang tribes and foreigners were trading here, which seemed very lively.

At this moment, a strong man wearing a yellow jar was greeting the surroundings in a wall made of about a hundred people.

"Don't miss it when you walk by. The latest pocket jars are all you want!"

"Is there one for the Warriors? There is absolutely no time to go!"

In front of the strong man, twenty-five earthy pots were placed on an animal skin several meters wide.

These jars look nothing at first glance, but if you need to sense them carefully, you will find that they have not emitted a trace of breath, and even if they are explored, they cannot detect anything.

"interesting!"

A seventeen-year-old boy from a level 5 tribe, his eyes glowed and he said excitedly, "It looks good, I'll try playing with it!"

"Young clan leader." The three middle-aged strong men following were eager to speak but stopped.

The Yanhuang clan member Yuan who sold jars would not let the opportunity slip away. He quickly said, "One of the ten first-level faith crystals, how many do you want, little brother? There are things in it, and there is absolutely nothing left!"

"It's quite cheap, I'll give me three." The boy thought it was good.

A hundred people watching around were gloating in their eyes.

Another one that got into the trap!

Of course, if you think so, they are still looking forward to the process of opening the can. We can’t afford it, let’s see, let’s see?

After handing over the money and delivering the goods with the other hand, the boy looked at the first jar on the ground and couldn't wait to prepare to open it.

The talk kept coming.

"I wonder what's going on this time? Will you win something good?"

"You're thinking too much, you don't know how pitiful this jar is!"

As he was talking, the boy punched the jar on the far left.

With a bang, the clay pot exploded and the things inside appeared.

"This is……"

The people around him stared at the thing in disbelief.

A yellowish-colored figure, like a hand-pinched puppet, appeared in the fragments of the clay pot.

"So dark!"

"Blackhearted!"

"How did this kind of worthless thing appear in the jar?"

Listening to the discussion in his ears, the boy's face turned dark.

Seeing this, Guanzitouyuan quickly explained with a smile, "It's okay if one is not good, the next one must be a good thing!"

The boy thought about it, and he threw the second one suspiciously.

Click.

A small clay pot appeared.

"It's normal for two to be bad. People always have bad luck."

The boy hesitated for a moment, trying to get angry but he thought it made sense.

Click.

A red fruit flashing with a glimmer of light appeared.

Yuan complimented, "Congratulations, little brother, this is a good thing, which can improve physical fitness!"

"Is that true?" The boy thought it was very ordinary, and he happily put it away when he heard this.

The three guards next to him were reluctant to speak, but they didn't know whether to remind the young master that this magic fruit seemed to be worth at most a level one faith crystal, and it was a loss!

Judging from the young patriarch's appearance, they couldn't bear to speak.

Anyway, it’s just three jars, so it’s enough for the young patriarch to be happy.

Just as they were thinking this way, Yuan complimented, "The guest is lucky. Do you want to come a few more? The grand prize has not yet appeared, and the good things are in it!"

"Okay!" The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly in agreement.

For some reason, he found it very interesting and had the idea of ​​not waiting to continue playing!

The three guards' faces changed, and they felt a little uncomfortable.

really……

"Congratulations……"

“The guest is lucky!”

"This is a good thing..."

"Do you want to come a few more? The good stuff hasn't been released yet..."

"Little brother..."

After more than twenty minutes, all the jars on the Yuan stall disappeared, and the ground was covered with fragments of clay pots.

The boy's eyes were red and he looked at the items in front of him excitedly.

"This jar head didn't lie to me, there was a big prize inside!"

When fifteen of them were not shipped, he thought he was a liar, but he didn't expect that it would be released later!

When he drove to the 20th, he found a small can of saint rice in the jar, which was worth hundreds of first-level faith crystals!

The boy was happy here, but he didn't notice it in his excitement. He spent 250 yuan to first-level faith crystals, but only earned about 130 yuan to first-level faith crystals, and he lost half of his blood.

"Young leader, let's go." The three guards breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally over!

During the process of opening the jar, they were in a state of bleed. If the Yanhuang tribe hadn't been very scary, they would definitely want the jar to look good!

"Okay." The boy was reluctant to leave.

Yuan suddenly smiled, "Young man, you are lucky. Our Yanhuang tribe has recently launched an intermediate jar. Do you want one?"

As he said that, he wiped the bag from his waist and a porcelain jar appeared.

"Just ten second-level faith crystals. They are all good things inside, and the lowest value is all second-level crystals!"

"The grand prize is even more precious. It may be a level 4 faith crystal, or it may be something worth a level 5 faith crystal!"

"How is it, do you want one for me?"

Level 5...Level 5 Faith Crystal?

Looking at this more beautiful jar, the boy's eyes were straight and he was eager to try it out.

Yuan felt that there was a chance, so he took out thirty intermediate porcelain jars from the bag.

The three guards were anxious and quickly dissuaded them.

"Young clan leader, this jar is so expensive. The faith crystal we brought has been told by the clan leader that it should be used to trade snowflake salt, so it cannot..."

They brought a total of twenty level 3 faith crystals. This jar requires one level 3 crystal, and at most twenty can be traded.
Chapter completed!