Chapter 1283 King

"The son of Zuwu is polite. It is my duty to protect you. There is no need to express my thanks. "Recommend Baidu/Qi-Zi*Xiao/Said/Net Reading""

"Yeah, if you salute, it will make me wait."

"Yes, the status of the son of the ancestor witch is respected, even if it is compared to the twelve witch gods, it will not be too much. I can't afford you to worship."

The animal skin old man and others spoke one after another, from the heart, without any falsehood.

In front of them, Ling Xian's strength is naturally insignificant, at best he can only be regarded as an extremely excellent junior. But his identity had to be treated with caution.

It is no exaggeration to say that the son of the ancestor witch has the same status as the twelve witch gods, especially in the hearts of those who are loyal to the faith, it is second only to the ancestor witch!

In this case, how many people would dare to worship him?

"Never mind." Ling Xian smiled helplessly, not expecting her status to be so high.

Not inferior to the twelve witch gods, how much glory is this? !

"I was waiting for the rescue to arrive late, and you were frightened, the son of Zuwu." The animal skin old man sighed softly, and when he thought of Ling Xian's fall because of his late arrival, he had lingering fears.

So are the others.

For people like them who are loyal to their beliefs, Ling Xian is the existence that swears to protect, even if he is not a weapon, he will never let him fall.

"Senior, you are very kind. I'm very grateful for your presence. Besides, I'm still standing like this?" Ling Xian smiled lightly.

"Haha, what the Zuwu's son said is very true!"

The animal skin old man laughed heartily, suddenly slapped his forehead, and blamed himself: "Look at my head, I forgot that you are seriously injured and need urgent treatment."

When the voice fell, several people changed color, and hurriedly took out the healing treasure from the storage bag and handed it to Ling Xian.

There are rare magical medicines and Liancheng Baodan, without exception, they are all rare healing treasures.

In this regard, Ling Xian did not refuse.

One is that the injury is too serious and needs urgent treatment, and the other is that the kindness has already been owed, and he doesn't care about an extra share.

Therefore,

He took the healing treasure handed over by several people, and swallowed it all in his stomach.

This made several people discolored, because their things were all great supplements. If they were taken together, and their physique was not strong enough, they would definitely be burst.

At that moment, several people tried to stop Ling Xian.

However, he was blocked by the animal skin old man, and he stared at Ling Xian closely, showing a bit of anticipation.

Seeing this, several people knew that he wanted to take the opportunity to see if Ling Xian's physique was strong. However, they are still a little worried, and they are all prepared to prevent accidents from happening.

To their relief, Ling Xian didn't even have a trace of instability, let alone being overwhelmed.

There is no way, his physique is not covered, if you only talk about the physical body, even the royal monsters of the same level may not be able to face him.

Therefore, Ling Xian easily refined six healing treasures, and the injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What a strong body, what a deep foundation!"

"That's right, this kind of fleshly body has become perfect."

"It is worthy of being the son of Ancestral Witch. It is indeed extraordinary, far stronger than me back then."

The animal skin old man and others spoke one after another, both relieved and shocked.

After half an hour, Ling Xian refined most of the six healing treasures, and the breath stabilized, no longer dying like that. As for the remaining injuries, they cannot be recovered in a short period of time, and can only be recuperated slowly over time.

"call…"

Ling Xian let out a long breath, and her star eyes regained some brilliance.

Seeing this, the old monsters were relieved, but the next moment, their brows wrinkled.

"Those people who dare to do something to the Zuwu's son are definitely not their own thoughts, they must have been approved by the tribe."

"Yes, that is to say, there are at least five tribes who do not want the son of Zuwu to live."

"That's for sure, and there are more than five top tribes."

Several people spoke one after another, and there was a look of worry between their eyebrows.

Ling Xian is the same.

There is no doubt that the identity of the son of Ancestral Witch is a great creation, and even if he does not have the heart to dominate the Witch God Realm, it can provide him with too much convenience. But at the same time, this is an unprecedented crisis.

Most tribes don't want to be crushed by others, so killing him is imperative!

"I hope they know each other a little bit, otherwise, I will definitely destroy those tribes!"

"Haha, yes, although I haven't appeared in the world for a hundred years, but thinking about it, those old monsters will not forget my prestige."

"If they know each other, it will naturally be a happy result, but we also have to be prepared, just in case."

"Yeah, the son of the ancestral witch can't afford to lose."

Several people discussed countermeasures, but after much deliberation, there was only one way, and that was to remain the same.

Of course, this is under the circumstance that Ling Xian does not have the heart to compete with the Witch God Realm. If he wants to become the king of the Witch God Realm, he must take the initiative to attack.

Therefore, the animal skin old man turned his eyes to Ling Xian, and said in a deep voice, "I also ask the son of the ancestor witch to make it clear, do you have the heart of chasing the deer and witch gods?"

"No, at least not yet."

Ling Xian answered seriously, he has always been alone and used to being idle. What's more, what he pursues is invincibility, and he has no interest in reigning the world.

"No..."

The animal skin old man's eyes dimmed a bit, as did the rest of the people. However, this was Ling Xian's decision, and they naturally couldn't refute it.

"It's okay, it's just right that you don't have the heart to compete, so that those top tribes won't come."

The animal skin old man smiled and sincerely invited: "Come to my Soul Kong tribe. With me, the son of Zuwu doesn't have to worry about safety."

"Don't listen to him, come to my Aoki tribe. My place is beautiful and rich in spiritual energy. It is the most suitable treasure land for cultivation." The long-browed old man said with a smile.

The rest of the people also spoke up and invited Ling Xian to come from their tribe.

This made Ling Xian in a difficult situation, not knowing how to choose.

"Don't fight, let the son of Zuwu go to the Soul Kong tribe."

Granny Golden Snake said: "One is that the old ghost is extremely powerful, and the other is the overall strength of the Soul Kong tribe, which is also at the top of the Witch God Realm, and can protect the son of the ancestors to the greatest extent."

Hearing that, although everyone was unwilling, they could only nod their heads in agreement.

This made the animal skin old man smile and said, "I don't know what the son of Ancestral Witch thinks?"

"I have no opinion."

Ling Xian waved his hand with a smile, and said, "However, can you change your name for me? It's always the son of Zuwu's son, it sounds awkward."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the crowd, hoping that they could say a normal name.

But when the animal skin old man spoke, his expression stiffened and he smiled bitterly.

"Then call it the king. Anyway, you are the righteous king of the Witch God domain."

The animal skin old man smiled and said, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

This made Ling Xian smile bitterly. The title of Wang is more appealing than the son of Zuwu, but it is also more awkward.

"Haha, let's not make trouble, let's call it a little friend for the time being." The animal skin old man laughed heartily, then waved his sleeves, and two auspicious clouds appeared at the feet of himself and Ling Xian.

"Let's go, Huihunkong tribe."

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