The cloudy wine in Mangshan Village actually has a lot more stamina than Zhang Wei imagined.

In the small talk with the bear, Zhang Wei felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally after a burst of alcohol, he fell down on the small wooden table in front of him, and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a room of about ten square meters.

Underneath him was a hard, wooden bed.

I guess it was just a little hay on top of the plank, a dirty linen cloth on it, and a blanket of animal skin that could not be seen as a quilt.

As soon as he came to his senses, Zhang Wei hurriedly looked at the clothes on his body.

The most important thing is that this product is in its own critical position, and it quickly touches it.

It wasn't until he found that his clothes were still neat and the antique Nokia was still there, Zhang Wei was immediately greatly relieved, and it seemed that he was drunk normally.

And during the time I was drunk, I didn't encounter anything bad.

As a teenager from modern society, even if he is relatively pure, he has an extraordinary vigilance in these aspects......

Glancing at the lit oil lamp on the bedside, Zhang Wei knew that it was already night.

And after he touched his chin and found that his beard had not grown, Zhang Wei knew that it was not yet midnight.

Zhang Wei, who didn't know how long he had been lying in bed, found that he had rested quite well, and his physical strength and spirit were quite full.

At this time, he didn't feel sleepy, and he couldn't lie down on the bed anymore.

He got up and pushed open the door, only to find that the place where he had just rested was next to the living room of the village chief's house.

And the simple bed that made him a little criticized was not the treasure of the village chief.

At the top of the living room, Zhang Wei found Ke sitting cross-legged on a futon, cultivating with his eyes closed.

What surprised him extremely was that the cultivation method that Ji Xiong was currently using was not at all the most conventional kind in the outside world that relied on tuna to refine the true element.

I saw that the bear, which was already huge, had a chest as wide as a wild bear rising and falling violently.

At the same time, a circle of dazzling blood-red light continued to flash around him, even if he was more than a dozen steps away, Zhang Wei felt that the true yuan in himself was strongly suppressed in the blood-red light.

It should have heard Zhang Wei's footsteps, and he gradually withdrew from his cultivation.

After he opened his eyes, he saw a look of novelty and desire on Zhang Wei's face, and suddenly said with some clarity:

"Little brother, don't be surprised, I just really nourished my bloodline, and it is precisely with the blessing of the power of the bloodline that we can survive in this mountain forest. ”

When the words 'blood power' floated past Zhang Wei's ears, Zhang Wei immediately came to the spirit.

Because he couldn't help but think of Liu Rong's Vermilion Bird bloodline, and the last way to become stronger in the outside world: awakening the power of his bloodline.

But if you really want to compare the two sides, the outside world seems to be far behind in terms of awakening.

Because even the awakening of ordinary abilities is still foggy outside, experts from various countries have been studying it for several years, and they have not yet found a reliable way.

On the contrary, in this hellish place, they even have a mature way of nourishing and cultivating the bloodline power that is even higher than the ordinary ability awakening, which can be regarded as a higher level.

"Then is it possible to get this method back? By the way, I have to find out first, what kind of bloodline I am, it can't be a foodie bloodline!"

Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Wei felt the need to operate it......

Under the dim oil lamp, the village chief, Xi Xiong, has tried what is called a supper in his lifetime.

In fact, strictly speaking, Zhang Wei exchanged a little sake and canned food with his heart, and invited Ji Xiong to drink a little wine at this special point in time.

But for Hime, it can really be said to be a pretty good experience.

Even if he is the village elder with the highest status and strength in Mangshan Village, who has more than 200 people, he can only barely eat enough on weekdays.

If it is a long winter, in order to save the little food in the village, so that everyone can survive.

He often had to take the lead, following the ancient adage of not eating at noon, that is, one porridge in a day, and even now, when this food is relatively abundant, he has never had the luxury of eating in the middle of the night.

The taste of sake is much stronger than the muddy local wine that is not native.

It seems that the natives have a strong preference for drinking, and the village chief is naturally the same.

Without Zhang Wei's diligent persuasion, in a short period of time, he drank no less than two catties of sake, and the small porcelain bottle was soon filled with a table.

Then, the big and three thick macho man got drunk.

When he was drunk, he admired Zhang Wei who could provide this kind of good wine to the core, and he kept patting his chest to assure that Zhang Wei would always be the best friend in Mangshan Village.

If it weren't even for this Gada, there would be no talk of cutting off the head of a chicken and burning yellow paper.

If you don't do it, you have to drag Zhang Wei to pay a farewell, so that poor Zhang Wei and him don't ask to be born on the same day, the same month, but the same day, the same month, the same year.

Seeing that the atmosphere had arrived, Zhang Wei finally said his first plan: "Village Chief Xixiong, I don't know if you can help me test what bloodline I belong to." ”

According to what Ji Xiong said before: everyone here will be tested after a month of birth to see what kind of bloodline power it contains.

Basically, everyone has the power of blood, but in terms of strength and weakness, they can't help but be the same.

As for the bells and whistles of cultivating the true element and awakening ability, they had never heard of it, and they didn't want to know it; for them, the power of the bloodline was everything.

Ji Xiong, who had already drunk dizzy, didn't say a word, and directly took out a small jade bottle from his arms.

He carefully poured a drop from the jade bottle and poured it into a large clay bowl in front of him, in which there was still half a bowl of his remaining sake.

"Brother, you put a drop of finger blood into it, and when something is revealed in the bowl, then you are some kind of blood. "After doing all this, Ji Xiong said.

When Zhang Wei heard this, he quickly bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it in.

Almost as soon as the blood entered the drink, the bowl that had been calm began to churn violently, and after a full minute of continuous churning, a strange creature appeared in the bowl that had calmed down again.

I saw that this thing had a dragon head and a horse body, covered with delicate cyan scales, just a small image, but a flood of overlord aura came to my face.

It is said that Zhang Wei, who even recognized the phantom of the Vermilion Bird as a firebird that day, should never recognize what this thing is, but it is so magical, and a wave of enlightenment surged into Zhang Wei's heart.

Let him know that this thing is called: Wangtianqiu, a powerful being that feeds on dragons in legend......