Wu Zhu?

The identity of the old guy in front of him, Zhao Li had already learned in Hongfang's memory, his mind was racing at the moment, his eyes were blank, his face showed hostility, and he said a few words in Chinese with a round tone, pretending not to understand their language.

Wu Zhu frowned.

He knew from the rest of the population that the man in front of him was speaking another language.

And from Zhao Li's words just now, he could also feel that it was a truly systematic language, not meaningless shouting, he thought about it, grabbed a small handful of powder from a pocket on his waist, and sprinkled it in the air.

The dust dispersed like smoke.

Zhao Li held his breath alertly.

Wu Zhu spoke, his voice became smooth and long for some reason, in Zhao Li's ears, and even rose in his heart, with bewitchment, but also made people feel sincere, and said slowly:

"You know our language, don't you?"

"Are you from the Heavenly Dry Kingdom? Do you miss your family?"

"Do you know anything about the Tianqian Kingdom?"

Zhao Li's consciousness gradually became confused, as if he was about to fall asleep, but there was still a trace of wakefulness, he was alert in his heart, this is probably similar to hypnosis, but it seems to have gradually lost his grasp of the body, just when he almost subconsciously spoke, a crisp and melodious voice suddenly came from his mind.

So all kinds of confusion and sleepiness were swept away.

That's a jade chime.

The effect of Ji's Tianquan aftermath is not just to help the younger generations cross the threshold of qi cultivation.

The dazedness that Zhao Li perceived was instantly swept away.

He regained his sanity and control of his body in his heart, and followed the trend of speaking, but he still answered in Chinese, Wu Zhu was a little disappointed, but he had no doubts about Zhao Li, this kind of spell can directly act on the bottom of his heart, and no one can lie in front of him.

He shook his head and said indifferently to Zhou Shuang:

"He really doesn't understand our language. ”

"There is no meaning other than sacrifice. ”

Then he looked down at the 'dazed' Zhao Li with his old eyes, smiled, and said in a slight voice:

"I've never seen someone as rude as you...... Today's hatred, and shame, I will wash it away with your blood, get ready, thirty days before the sacrifice is the most painful time of your life. ”

"The six samurai who were whipped because of you, their kinship, will tell you what anger is. ”

Zhao Weizhong scolded secretly, feeling the uncontrollable closeness and kindness in his heart, guessing that it was the residual effect of those powders on the body, and the aftermath of Tianquan acting on the brain, which was somewhat weak for the body, he followed the influence, with a gentle and kind smile on his face, and said softly:

"I wish you the best of luck as soon as possible. ”

"And then it becomes the ultimate garbage life that lives forever outside the atmosphere. ”

"You're welcome. ”

He suppressed the irritability in his heart.

Be civilized, civilized.

Next to Wu Zhu, Zhou Shuang said with a smile: "Lord Wu Zhu, this foreigner can't understand your words, it seems that you think you are going to let him go, and he is thanking you." Wu Zhu saw the sincerity of the smile on Zhao Li's face, thinking that he thought he could survive, but he was going to encounter the most bleak end, and the unhappiness in his heart was finally relieved.

He said slowly:

"After thirty-two days, I will complete the sacrifice myself. ”

That would be my atonement for God. ”

"Your heart will be the best offering, rest assured, it will beat until the end, beating on your bones, like a flower. ”

The smile on Zhao Li's face did not have a trace of gloom.

"Your mother's grave has exploded. ”

"Dear, I suggest you go down there and look for her. ”

Wu Zhu was very satisfied with the submissive expression on Zhao Li's face, and did not linger here, leaving with Zhou Shuang and another guard, the smile on Zhao Li's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, glanced in that direction, raised his hand and pinched the corner of his forehead.

He didn't have much anger and fear in his heart.

After all, thirty-two days is already a time that has been known for a long time, rather than being affected by the mood, it is better to practice hard, the large portion of roasted elk meat that he just ate was added to the tiger blood grass used by the samurai to practice, Zhao Li sat cross-legged, breathed calmly, and controlled the internal qi to speed up the circulation.

Streams of warmth swirl through the body.

This grotto, which is used as a dungeon, is in the center of the west of the iron and is biased towards the forest, Wu Zhu walked out of the cave, it is already dusk outside, the temperature is colder, but it is much warmer than the inside of the grotto, outside the entrance of the cave, there are six sturdy men.

They saluted respectfully to the witch blessing.

Wu Zhu glanced at them and said calmly: "I know, you are angry because of the whipping that your brother suffered, that sacrifice is down now, go down." ”

"Properly honed, prisoners of war who have been through battle, are God's favorite sacrifices. ”

"But remember, that person is not practicing and his body is weak. ”

"Watch your strength, don't beat him to death at once. ”

"If he dies, he will only be able to sacrifice the children of your six families. ”

Wu Zhu's gaze swept over the six warriors, all six of them felt a slight chill down their backs, and bowed their waists to the ground more humblely, and when Wu Zhu left, they raised their heads and looked at the road that seemed to lead to the Nine Shadows, and the wind with a chill blew out of it.

They threw their weapons, their bronze axes, and their bladed knives on a stone in front of the guards, and then each moved their strap-tied fists and wrists, their eyes cold, and walked into the cave, where the tribe formed a 'family' group.

Now because of this sacrifice, their family has lost six pillars that can go out to hunt at once, Nangong Gang's temperament is harsh, and he has no mercy at all, and today their brother is supported by a woman and walks back, and has become a laughing stock.

Everything is that sacrifice.

They have a fire in their hearts.

The warriors of the Iron West can only get one Tiger Blood Grass a month, and they have to go through a month of training and fighting, and eat it when their bodies reach the most limit, in order to maximize the absorption of the Tiger Blood Grass.

But Zhao Li only sat cross-legged for a short while, and the internal qi in his body carried away the effectiveness of the Tiger Blood Grass.

He even felt a faint hunger again, and he had a guess in his heart.

Could it be that the classics of the Ji family's introductory books have such a good cultivation effect?

That's a good thing.

Zhao Li noticed the sound of footsteps, silently changed his movements into a daze lying on the stone, and waited until the footsteps stopped, then he opened his eyes as if he had just found it, and was slightly stunned.

In front of him, against the faint light.

There stood a row of six sturdy men.