Chapter 730: Keep a Hand

The various animals behind the silverback gorilla roared hoarsely, and their eyes were red and they wanted to tear Wang Fan alive.

Wang Fan looked at the silverback gorilla with a smile, looking calm and unfazed.

"Brush"

The silverback gorilla raised its hand and barked twice, stopping the screams of the animals, but some of the animals were still the same, and their mouths were still growling.

"Boom" The silverback gorilla smashed his fist on the stone plate, and the powerful force made the already cracked stone plate instantly turn into a piece of rubble.

"Quack...... Silverback Gorilla screamed at the animals that were still roaring, his tone tinged with Sensen's rage.

Eventually, the small group of animals fell silent.

The silverback gorilla turned its head, took a deep look at Wang Fan, and then walked into the depths of the dense forest, and soon disappeared into the dense forest, and then those animals also disappeared into the dense forest.

"Let's go, it's done!" Wang Fan raised his hand and took the lead towards the ruins.

"Wang Bald, are you alright!?" Yan Bo saw that Wang Fan looked a little wrong, and stepped forward to ask.

"How can it be okay!" Wang Fan twitched his face and raised the hand that had broken his wrist, only to see that there was a circle of red marks on the wrist that was slightly swollen.

"Damn, you're going to be deflated too?" Yan Bo said in surprise.

"People are also orangutans, and their pure physical strength is also among the best among animals." Wang Fan smiled bitterly, pinched his wrist and turned it gently, slowly moving his swollen wrist.

"I've got an ointment to reduce swelling." After the poetry fairy saw Wang Fan's wrist, she turned over and took out a snow-white medicine bottle and handed it over.

After Wang Fan took the medicine bottle and opened the cork, a light lotus fragrance suddenly wafted in, and after applying a little ointment, there was a trace of coolness in his wrist, which was not as swollen and painful as before.

"Thank you!" After Wang Fan returned the ointment, he thanked him softly.

As the group continued to move forward, they saw a formation like a bubble.

"This is a formation!?" The poetry fairy stretched out her finger and poked it curiously, and found that this bubble-like formation was like nothing, and it could be reached into without much effort.

"Can you see what?" Daoist Zifeng turned his head to look at Yan Bo, who was pondering now, and asked.

"I can't see it...... Yan Bo shook his head helplessly, reached into the formation and stirred back and forth, "The type of this formation is not like any formation I know."

"The formation is actually the combat formation in ancient China, and the formation can give full play to the combat effectiveness of the army, and give full play to the best efficiency through the reasonable arrangement of troops and formations, and defeat the enemy!" Yan Bo opened his mouth to explain: "The origin of the earliest formation is to evolve from the gossip, and then slowly add the natural environment of heaven and earth and the predation and combat methods of some animals and continue to change, which is why most of the ancient military advisors will Qimen Dunjia, Doushu Star Divination, and divination Zhou Yi."

"In general, if you want the formation to be effective, you must have qi, and use qi as energy to drive the formation, no matter what qi it is, even if it is ghost qi, corpse qi, or demon qi!" Yan Bo continued: "And the same is true for breaking the formation, just find the formation eye, which is the place where the qi is input, and destroy it directly, so in order to protect the formation eye from being destroyed, some obstacles will always be set up, just like the door of death."

"Yan Fatty, we all know what you said!" Wang Fan picked his nostrils and said, "What I'm curious about is how strange this formation is!"

"The strangeness lies in the formation itself!" It was rare for Yan Bo not to exchange words with Wang Fan, and said: "I always feel that this formation is not formed by qi induction and qi as energy, but the formation itself is qi!"

"Huh!?"

"Huh!?"

"Huh!?"

“………”

"Don't understand, do you?" Yan Bo withdrew his hand, scratched his stomach and said, "To put it simply, if this formation fails, unless this continent becomes a dead land, it becomes the kind that does not have a little anger!"

"Isn't this formation an eye?" Wang Fan asked suspiciously: "As long as there is a formation eye, isn't it possible to break this formation?"

"No Eyes!" Yan Bo's flushed face said, "Or maybe I can't find the formation eye!"

"You trash!" Wang Fan said disdainfully: "I heard you say so much nonsense, this sentence is the most important, it's good to be honest as soon as possible!"

"Oh, you dead dwarf, you have to choke me to be comfortable, right?" Yan Bo said hatefully.

"Is that what you call the dead dwarf? You fat! Wang Fanzui replied mercilessly.

The way these two people hurt each other if they didn't agree with each other, everyone was almost tired of watching it, and they were used to it.

"Speaking of this formation!" The poet fairy squeezed her little nose and said, "I have a question in mind."

"It stands to reason that the era we live in now should be relatively complete for this knowledge." The poetry fairy spread her little hands and gestured: "You think, we have the knowledge and experience accumulated by countless predecessors, and the predecessors have also helped us erase and correct many wrong paths, but why does this situation still exist?"

"What you're saying makes a lot of sense!" Daoist Zifeng put his hands behind his back and said, "Indeed, the knowledge we have now is accumulated by our predecessors, and the most obvious thing is breeding, planting, and distinguishing what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten."

"yes!" The poet fairy said approvingly: "Then why is this still happening?"

"The answer to this question, you can find out if you ask your little boyfriend!" Zifeng Daoist said with a smile.

"You know!?" The poetry fairy stared straight at Qizhu.

Qi Zhu's face was red when he was stared at, and he said in a slurred voice: "Actually, the answer is very simple, that is, we often say that the apprentice of the church starved to death of the master."

In the past, when the craft was inherited, in addition to teaching his own biological children, the master and apprentice were generally kept just in case.

And because of this, each generation is to keep a hand, generation after generation, every generation is like this, and it is strange that it is not lost in the future, which is why it is so important to pass on the ancestry.

"That's because of this!?" The poetry fairy was speechless for a while, and then thought about it, maybe it was really like this.

"In fact, in addition to this aspect, there is a more important reason!" Daoist Zifeng took over and said: "Looking at the trend of history, every time there is a change of dynasty, there will be a lot of things that are lost and disappeared, after all, any emperor has something that he wants to destroy."

"Alright, don't think about it! In fact, it is not necessarily a bad thing that some things are lost and disappeared, as the saying goes, the old does not go, and the new does not come! Zifeng waved his hand and said, "Let's go in quickly!"