The sun was creeping away, the cool breeze was creeping up, and the slave camps were supposed to be at their busiest in the evenings of the season, when young men and women could sing their love in the form of singing, although the areas were separated.

One after another, you come and go, even if you can't understand the barbarian singing, as long as you are in the melodious and blank singing, Ah Feng can feel the incomparable romance.

The tone of the barbarians is somewhat similar to the Mongolian tune of the earth, but it is much more quaint, atmospheric and mysterious.

And some things are buried deep in the blood and bones, once they are awakened, they will often be unable to clean up in a short time, since yesterday I listened to the love song of the evening, today at this time Ah Feng is eager to hear more and more beautiful tunes, so after dinner, he squatted in front of the door of his residence early, blowing a leisurely cool breeze, and waited a little comfortably.

However, until the sun had completely set, not a single song was heard.

It was getting dark, and Ah Feng got up with disappointment, and was just about to walk back into the room, when a crisp drum suddenly sounded, and then, an old voice began to chant.

It's not a love song, but Ah Feng unconsciously burst into tears when he heard it.

He followed the singing, walked to the wide wind field, and looked at the flower-clothed figure singing and dancing in the roaring bonfire from a distance.

It's him, right? It should be him.

Seeing that it was him, Ah Feng knew that this should not be called singing and dancing, but should be called praise.

When the sacrifice is sung, it is called chanting, and the highest level of sacrifice sings and dances in the fastest rhythm for praise.

High Priest Mani had been imprisoned in a barbarian slave camp for several months, and as far as Ah Feng knew, this was the first time he had opened his voice to chant sutras, but he didn't expect that when he opened his voice, it would be of such a high standard.

Who is it that deserves him to sing the praises and start the dance of praise?

As for the High Priest of Mani, and the praise, it was only Ah Feng's speculation, and he was not sure, because he was not very thorough in the barbarian culture, and because he was really far away from the central stone platform at this time, and he could not see it clearly, and he could not be 100% sure that the person who danced with the fire was the High Priest of Mani.

But even if it's just a guess, Ah Feng still has an answer to the guess.

The first thing that came to his mind was Tony Oki's appearance.

What kind of immortal methods did this immortal use?

Wei Qin didn't think that killing cattle was an immortal method, because his sword skills were not practiced properly. Ah Feng is an expert in making knives, in his opinion, Liu Xiaobao's technique and artistry of solving cattle are simply not what people can do, even if this is the case, what is not the means of immortals?

It must be Tony-sama, only Tony-sama.

But how did even Lord Tony get the praise that even the king of the royal court could only get at the most critical time in his life?

Just by virtue of his own hands to bring a bowl of delicious beef head meat to the high priest of Mani?

How could praise be so cheap, even if he soaked all the barbarian princesses alone?

Of course, Liu Xiaobao was not so bullish, but what he did just now, in the eyes of a high-end existence of a barbarian like the High Priest of Mani, was an infinitely greater achievement than soaking up all the beauties in the world.

The legs of the young barbarian woman are very good, but they are very difficult to treat.

Liu Xiaobao had dissected countless species, and he thought that he could overcome the slight differences that barbarians might have with humans from the outside world, and he did it when he did eye surgery and internal surgery, but when he thought it was the simplest surgical leg injury, he was caught in a fierce battle that took more than three hours.

If you want to heal your legs, it is not difficult, it is rare to restore the meridians.

If it is the meridians of people from the outside world, it will be a piece of cake for Liu Xiaobao, but the meridians of the barbarians are too peculiar, it took Liu Xiaobao three hours to roughly figure out the whole picture of the barbarian meridians, and then he has to sort out the clues before he can come up with a complete set of treatment plans.

Liu Xiaobao was ready to rest and rest and complete the operation in one go, and the next second he thought about it, he finally heard the sound around him, and only then did he notice that the night had fallen.

"Old man, if you don't go to rest when it's dark, what kind of wind are you smoking here?"

"Celestial, you are a celestial god!"

"You're making me a little confused... No, you stop first, don't jump... I'm dizzy. ”

Liu Xiaobao said that I was dizzy and it was nothing more than a sigh, lamenting that he stopped the high priest of Mani but danced more happily.

And the high priest of Mani, who was talking to him, understood that he was dizzy, but he immediately stopped because of this, otherwise with his physical strength, he would not have to dance for a day and a night at any sacrifice...

"God, if you are not feeling well, you will rest when you faint."

"What do you mean I'm a god?"

"Is that what the gods mean? If you are not a god, how can you heal the disease of the totem? ”

"Totemic disease? Totem and disease? ”

When talking about the totem, the high priest of Mani lowered his voice infinitely, and Liu Xiaobao understood that this matter must be kept secret, so he also asked very quietly.

"Yes, the totem is a gift from the gods, every child with the totem bloodline is the messenger of the gods, and will lead our clan to overcome all the sufferings in the world, Dashi Haier is the messenger of the gods, but unfortunately, she has not grown up to the age of being awakened by the gods, and her body has suffered a heavy blow, so that the totem bloodline cannot awaken for a long time, otherwise she is now the holy daughter of the royal court!"

"You're like a fortune teller on the street... What is the use of totem bloodline? ”

"Da Shi Hai'er is a fire eagle totem, if the bloodline awakens and then cultivates to the fullest, as long as she wants to, wherever she looks, it will become scorched earth!"

"Such a cow? Then why are you still being rubbed by the Li family? ”

"What does friction mean?"

"Bullying means."

"Bullying? A hundred years ago, there were four totem warriors in our clan within a year, but the final ruler chose to slaughter the Yuwen family, which had a lot of our clan, and after the first war, the Yuwen family, which was once the right-hand man of the Li family with the Wei family, was removed from the Tianlong Continent! ”

"Yuwen has a small family, right?"

"If you think that thousands of immediate family members and tens of thousands of collateral together are considered less, then it will be less."

"Damn, how many people did you send to help those four totem warriors?"

"Ten people, and only responsible for their eating, drinking, and sleeping."

"In other words, four people killed more than 10,000 of the Yuwen family?"

"Yes, and more than 10,000 people who practice martial arts!"

"Damn, people can be so fierce?"

For such an answer, Liu Xiaobao was secretly frightened, and after a few seconds, Liu Xiaobao realized that he had really made a fortune this time.

Through the words of the high priest of Mani, Liu Xiaobao can roughly judge and come to a conclusion, that is, although the totem warriors are bullish, the output is very low.

But if Dashi Haier's unique meridians are the secret of creating totem warriors, he has basically mastered the art of reproducing this mystery...