Hong Yu only felt a group of red figures flying in front of him. ■ One read the book to see.

From the moment he stepped onto this flat and vast grassland, he felt that his mind was incomparably ethereal and calm.

Everything faded into my mind.

I have forgotten the years, forgotten the past, forgotten the Qimang Realm, forgotten the ancient realm of the Styx, forgotten that this is an island in the middle of the lake full of opportunities, and forgot all the ......

As the red figure got closer and closer, Hong Yuxian's vision gradually became blurred, and his six senses became less acute.

My mind was groggy and I wanted to sleep.

Before he fell asleep, he faintly heard some sounds.

It was a weak woman's voice: "Amouza, look at that little child, so cute! We have never had a child, shall we adopt him?"

This was followed by a deep man's voice.

This is probably the man known as Amuzha: "This child appears in the savannah, and if he is not brought back, sooner or later he will become a delicacy in the mouths of wild beasts." His background is also pitiful, let us meet him, it should be the guidance of the god of the grassland, let's take him back!"

The gentle woman's voice said excitedly: "Thank you Amuza, this child will be our biological son in the future! I will give him a name, just Mu Fan!"

"Mu Fan, dear Ruoyi, do you want him to have an ordinary life?" asked Amuza.

"Isn't it good to be ordinary? It's enough to be ordinary, grow up healthy and healthy all your life!" Ruoyi said.

"Mu Fan? is this...... My name?"

Hong Yu only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred. ※ ■One look ■Book ▲ 〈一〈.

............

Time passes.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and there are tribes one after another in this prairie.

There are powerful warriors in every tribe, and they are the guardians of the entire tribe.

The herds in the tribe, as well as the external conquests, etc., all need these warriors to protect.

The Mutie tribe is an inconspicuous small tribe on the prairie, surviving in the gap between the three intermediate tribes, and the three intermediate tribes have always wanted to plan them.

Merely......

In the Mutie tribe, however, there is a powerful warrior whose name is Amuza.

Amuza's strength is very strong, he is a divine warrior bestowed by the god of the steppe, he has a strong totem power, and his combat power is strong enough to make the strong of the intermediate tribe fearful, so the Mutie tribe has always been able to exist independently.

this day.

The Mutie tribe is very lively.

Because this day is the annual festival of the Mutie tribe, and it is also the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Mutie tribe, the entire Mutie tribe is very lively.

From the top martial artists to the ordinary children, they are all very excited and cheerful.

Everyone is busy for the New Year's Festival.

He was the only one who didn't fit into this celebratory atmosphere. 〓 ▲〓壹〓 read the book read - book. ̄ 1_K look at A〈N bookS□H look at U look. ̄cc

This is a person wearing a brown animal skin, about 1.5 meters tall, although his handsome face still looks a little immature, but he already has strong muscles and terrifying explosive power.

The child holds a stick in his hand.

With one hand, he pinched the tail of a two-meter-long wooden stick, and his arm was stretched out and balanced in front of him, and the wooden stick rushed out like a continuation of his body, lying in mid-air, not moving at all.

This is very difficult for a seven-year-old child.

He was sweating all over, and his body trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth to keep the balance of the stick, and his whole body seemed to merge with the stick.

I held this position for three hours.

It wasn't until a few peers hurriedly ran outside the door, shouting his name, that the child put down the wooden stick: "Mu Fan Mu Fan, are you still practicing these useless things here?" Hurry up and go to the altar with us, today is the New Year's Festival, if you don't show up again, Aunt Ruoyi will come to you in person again!"

"Yes, Mufan, you are the son of the patriarch of Amuza, you must be there!"

"Come with us!"

"The men on the grassland all advocate strength, what's the use of you always playing with this stick?"

Several children were very dissatisfied, but they did not have any ill intentions, and pushed him towards the altar.

Mu Fan was very helpless.

He shrugged his shoulders and could only follow a few people.

In the prairie, martial artists only practice strength, such as lifting stone piers, and even more powerful is lifting some small hills, or refining iron made of big tripods, etc., but no one will play with wooden sticks like Mu Fan, which is a pure waste of time in the eyes of the children of the grassland.

If it weren't for the fact that Mu Fan's father was Amuza, and his mother Ruoyi loved him very much, he would have been scolded a long time ago.

Came to the altar.

With his upper body and hideous scars all over his body, Amuza glanced at Mu Fan and said with a smile: "Mu Fan, you are finally willing to come over!"

"They're going to have to pull me over. ”

Mu Fan shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and looked at Amuza curiously, "Father, where is my mother?"

"Your mother is preparing the sacrificial things in the back, Mu Fan, you go to the back and wait first, and the New Year's festival will start later!" said Amuza.

Mu Fan nodded obediently.

He and a group of friends retreated, only to see a few carefully pushing Mu Fan, and said, "Mu Fan, do you know what the patriarch wants to sacrifice to the gods at this year's annual festival?"

"What?"

Mu Fan said curiously.

The child, who had a pair of peach blossom eyes and very delicate facial features, said shyly: "Listen to Abba, Patriarch Amuza personally went out a few days ago and caught a powerful flying tiger and came back. ”

"I've seen that flying tiger, twenty meters long, with a pair of fiery red wings. Every tooth is like a spear, and one mouth can swallow hundreds of children like us!"

"It's terrifying! Only a strong man like Patriarch Amuza can subdue such a monster!"

"Mu Fan, your Abba is too strong!"

Everyone said.

Mu Fan couldn't help but smile proudly, and his small body straightened up a lot: That's my father!

A group of friends are chirping.

Not much......

The annual festival finally began as scheduled.

Amuza made a crisp and neat statement, and then began to sacrifice to the gods, naturally to catch the Flying Tiger.

"Boom!"

It was a huge cage, trapped in which it was the Flying Tiger who had been badly injured by Amouza, lying in the cage, looking at Amuza with a resentful light in his eyes, and letting out a low roar.

A terrible wind erupted from his mouth.

A rolling fishy storm was set off, causing some of the weaker clansmen to retreat in terror, and Amuza shouted: "Evil animal, give me death!"

Amuza flew into the sky, his hands were in the air, he lifted the cage, pinched the huge body of the Flying Tiger and threw it into the air, and a huge slashing knife appeared in his hand, and he was about to slash towards the Flying Tiger.

However......

It was at this critical juncture that a group of unwanted guests suddenly came, and one of them shot a sharp arrow and knocked out the saber in Amuza's hand with a "poof".

The New Year's Festival was interrupted, causing the entire Mutie tribe to fall into madness and anger.

The anger made the strong men of each Wood and Iron tribe take up their weapons and look at the group of unruly guests outside the tribe......