At this time, Hua Jitang was talking with Tang Zuozong, and the words had just entered Hong Kong. But he quietly realized that the flower and tree elves in the ancestral hall of Tang Village had gradually quieted down at this time, and even Xiao Ash, who had been squeaking with Xiao Shisu, had honestly stuck out his tongue after seeing the flower rouge that followed Grandpa Sang out of the secret room, and sat down quietly with Xiao Shisu.

For a while, in the entire huge ancestral hall of Tang Village, only Tang Zuozong's obviously sour, complaining voice remained: "Jitang, sometimes my brother really can't figure it out! You say, Grandpa Sang treats you better than my brother and me, a righteous clansman, and favors you!"

Tang Zuozong, who still hadn't noticed the sudden silence in the ancestral hall, sighed, with a sad face, and looked like he had been wronged and wanted to mourn but couldn't complain: "Hey! The most infuriating thing is that even Xiao Ash's Pilai monkey, in Grandpa Sang's treatment, is a little better than my brother and me!"

At the same time, the young elves in the ancestral hall quickly recovered according to the position arranged by Grandpa Lisang in the past and sat down. It's just that the evil smile full of schadenfreude on their faces at this time is a righteous explanation of their bad taste at this time.

"In that case, I should feel sorry for you, take out the bottles of century-old fruit wine that I have best hidden, and treat you well?"

Sure enough, after a faint flash of pale blue brilliance, which was almost invisible, a playful but mellow voice full of kindness sounded from behind the two of them.

"That's a good feeling!" Tang Zuozong, who realized it later, was full of joy.

"Smack!" a sound similar to the tapping of a wooden fish sounded. Tang Zuozong stood up, only to realize that Grandpa Sang had arrived behind him at some point, and hurriedly flattered him.

"As an elder brother, I don't know how to get off to a good start!" For Tang Zuozong's Pi Lai, Grandpa Sang also laughed helplessly and scolded.

With the slight laughter of the elves in the ancestral hall, Hua Jitang and the smiling Tang Zuozong hurriedly stood back to their respective positions.

And Hua Rouge, after seeing Hua Jitang for the first time, then in the murderous eyes of the other male monks of Tang Village in the ancestral hall, he rejoiced all the way, and jumped to Hua Jitang's side briskly like an elf.

"Alright, alright, children!" Grandpa Sang, with his flax dove cane and frost mustache and snow sideburns, looked around the young elves in the ancestral hall with a doting smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were as good as the Tian family in the human world, and Lang Sheng said: "Presumably, your big-mouthed Brother Zuozong has already told you what the old man taught you to come here for!"

In the ancestral hall of Tang Village, the young flower and tree elves laughed again.

Tang Zuozong, however, didn't seem to hear Grandpa Sang's jokes about him at all, but instead made a grimace at Xiao Ash who was 'squeak' in the arms of Hua Rouge.

Hua Jitang and Hua Rouge looked at each other and smiled, rubbed the little gray head that also gave Tang Zuozong a grimace.

When the laughter stopped, Grandpa Sang still smiled and said, "Since you all know about it, then let's start cultivating our new exercises?"

In this way, it is equivalent to Grandpa Sang himself indirectly admitting the exercises that Tang Zuozong said to Hua Jitang and others before!

"Grandpa Sang, you haven't told us the name of your newly comprehended exercise!" a young elf shouted excitedly in the crowd.

"The Fence Fighting Sutra!"

Although it is the first cultivation method that has been comprehended by the Huamu clan for thousands of years, despite such great achievements, it is enough to make Grandpa Sang's name forever engraved in the history of the Honghuang Huamu clan. However, in Grandpa Sang's eyes, he still couldn't see the slightest hint of triumph and complacency. Yes, it is just a simple release of the joy and relief of the survival and hidden worries of the people in the current Tang Village.

"Grandpa Sang, what are the wonderful uses and taboos of this kind of exercise?" Unlike Tang Zuozong, Mu Wuyi, and Hua Rouge, they are limited by their innate qualifications, and ordinary Tang Village elves can't enjoy Grandpa Sang's teachings like them. Therefore, at this time, many young elves were a little impatient to ask such questions.

After all, for thousands of years, for the flower and tree elves who have only relied on the innate constitution of their own clan and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth in an orderly manner, and pinned their hopes on luck for channeling and transformation. There is an exercise suitable for the cultivation of this clan, even if it is only a superficial method that can only be called an introductory method, it is enough to make the surviving flower and wood elves who have survived the world have a basis to cheer up their spirits, and have the confidence to rely on this to survive and continue in this cannibalistic wilderness.

The cultivation method is already there, so those imperial weapon techniques that are like monks in the outside world, and the imperial sword that travels above the Nine Heavens of the Flood Desolation, will it be far away?!

At that time, we will pass through the heavens and latitudes and the earth, and borrow the law to see the world! What a pleasure it is!

All the elves of Tang Village fell silent, holding their breath, waiting for Grandpa Sang's detailed explanation.

"The Fence Fighting Sutra is a technique that Grandpa Sang has comprehended by gathering the ways and specialties of our Huamu clan for thousands of years and the ways and specialties of each clan to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. The main function is to speed up the absorption of the various attributes that our own clan needs. It is suitable for any race including feathers, feathers, scales, and armor - even the human race where our Jitang is located!" Turning his head and glancing at Hua Jitang, who was sitting silently with Hua Rouge, Tang Zuozong naturally took over Grandpa Sang's words: "Its greatest function is to enable those who practice it to absorb and purify the aura in heaven and earth, suitable for his physique and the attributes of the exercises he has learned, according to the maximum strength of his body and the Yuan Shen!"

"And among them, it also includes the 'Chaos Innate Aura'!"

Similarly, Tang Zuozong once again added with pride: "Heaven and earth, the one that surpasses many immortal and demon aura, which is not attributed to any heaven and earth attribute, but can also be integrated into any five element attributes-'Chaos Innate Aura'!"

"Able to blend with any of the Five Elements Attributes?!"

At this moment, the small Tang Village can be regarded as boiling: "Then Brother Zuo Zong! can we also cultivate the 'Chaos Innate Aura' when we cultivate the 'Fence Fighting Sutra'?"

In the same way, those young monks of Tang Village who admired the Nine Heavens Imperial Sword and cherished the mountains and seas couldn't hold it back!

"Haha! That's natural! As long as your own qualifications and comprehension are good enough, you can get rid of the shackles of your innate attributes after practicing the 'Fence Fighting Sutra', and cultivate the 'Chaotic Innate Aura' like an innate saint!"

"Oh!!" "Great!!"

In the ancestral hall of Tangcun, which was originally lively enough, there was a huge, ecstatic sound that was almost hysterical, and the ancestral hall built by Tangcun with many thousand-year-old spiritual trees was almost overturned!

Many young flower and tree elves laughed, jumped, and made noise, cheering and hugging each other, and one by one burst into tears!

The "Fence Fighting Sutra" can enable people to get rid of the shackles of their innate physique and cultivate the 'chaotic innate aura' comparable to that of the saints of heaven and earth! What does this mean?

This means, starting tonight, from now on. Since the founding of heaven and earth to the present, the Huamu clan of the Honghuang Village, which has been enslaved and slaughtered by other races and sects in the desolate world for thousands of years, has the hope of becoming truly powerful!