Hastily changed into a sandman burqa to barely cover his body, Xia Chan had no time to sigh about the changes in himself, and immediately plunged into a new 'battlefield', his opponent was the five rock sheep that had already exuded the fragrance of raw oil without any added spices.

By the time Xia Chan consciously ate half full, the five sheep basically had only a few bones left, and his newborn teeth chewed bones as easily as shortbread.

After receiving a hint from Xiaohai, he knew that a troop of cavalry had entered the valley.

He wiped the grease off his hands with sand, and just stood to greet Prince Shabak's spearmen, the cavalry separated, and the three horsemen came out of the crowd and stopped in front of the pool.

In the middle, there is an ordinary terran sand man who is naturally Prince Shabak, on the left is an old man with short eyebrows, the shopkeeper of the Yandi Medicine Hall, and on the right wing is an old man of the sand man who has not woken up, holding a short staff in his hand, it is the elder of the Sand Man Royal Clan who summoned the giant spirit to hunt down Xia Chan yesterday.

"Remember, there are no waterholes here. "Prince Shabak noticed the great change in this human race, and he was full of doubts but could not speak.

"I said yes, and he did. Xia Chan's answer was very mysterious.

Prince Shabak's face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Terran, you are very and kind, Lao Tzu has been coming here with his grandfather every year for decades since he was six years old, you say yes, there is ......"

"Yes, if you don't accept it, you hold back. Xia Chan's eyes were cold, in the last timeline, he was used to seeing the human race being oppressed by the human slaughter, there was nothing he could do at that time, he was determined to change his life in this life, and as soon as he arrived at the Red Fort, he saw a dragonborn from his hometown being slaughtered, and this anger was not easy to accumulate to this day.

"What happened to the ancestral spirit?" Prince Shabak had been a little flustered since yesterday.

Xia Chan turned around and waved at the 'Five Finger Mountain', and the 'Five Finger Mountain' also waved 'gently', accompanied by the falling rocks rolling down the valley.

Prince Shabak and his knights were all stupid, this ancestral spirit is still the ancestral spirit of the 100,000 Red Castle sandmen who sacrifice every day, just now, they were actually responding to the greeting of that human race.

"You see, he's fine, and now he's my friend. Xia Chan said casually.

"Terran, you still want to lie to me, you say, what's wrong with Lord Zuling?" Prince Shabak subconsciously caught the tin spear in the pouch of the horse's back.

"Your Highness calm down. The silent Sandman Elder opened his closed eyes, "I've been in contact with Lord Zuling, he's safe and sound, he just needs to recuperate for a while. ”

Prince Shabala had nothing to say, and a golden silk sac was thrown under the horse, and the horse turned around and ran away from the valley mouth.

The spear riders came and went like the wind, and they went like a whirlwind.

In an instant, only the shopkeeper of the Yandi Medicine Hall was left in the valley.

"Let me introduce myself again, the old man and the third emperor Ji Shennong's descendant Jiang Chao for a hundred generations. ”

Seeing the shopkeeper of the Yandi Medicine Hall who fell on the opposite side of the waterhole without any smoke and fire, Xia Chan felt the unfathomable qi of this old man, and his judgment of meeting the first time fell to the ground.

"Three Emperors?"

"You newcomers who play tricks call themselves Blue Whale Age humans, so those of us who should have been buried in the ground are from the Three Emperors Era, and maybe the Pre-Qin Period, in short, it is not a Terran era with you. ”

Xia Chan heard this rumor for the first time, although he knew that there were many human races in the Great Wilderness who lived with other races and were even enslaved, but he didn't know that the human race that came to this strange world three hundred years ago was not from the same time and space, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "In the incomplete historical records, there was a Shennong clan of the Chinese people in ancient times, and people think that it is a mythical tribal character, a fictional image, rather than a real one. ”

"My ancestors a hundred generations ago suddenly woke up one day, the world changed the world, surrounded by unprecedented alien races, in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed, the self-styled self-styled people, exiled exile. Jiang Chaoge sighed.

"What happened during this period?" Xia Chan suddenly listened to the secret, and stared at the old man intently.

"He is omnipresent, unspeakable, unprosecutable, providential like a sword, and the human race is like a leek, harvested stubble after stubble, and no one knows what He is seeking or for. ”

Hearing Jiang Chaoge's brainless words, Xia Chan's thick eyebrows tightened: "Don't make a fool of yourself, since you call yourself the descendant of the Shennong clan, the female snail and Fu Xizi are also true, according to myths and legends, they have immeasurable powers, and it is not difficult to live for 10,000 years, right?"

"Lao Er is just a little person in the wilderness, and asking me is like asking blind. Xia Chan's words seemed to have touched some taboo, and Jiang Chaoge fell into hard thought, sometimes confused, sometimes awakened, and finally unconscious.

"Don't mention that, I want it. "Xia Chan is not too interested in those things that are in the sky, and those who are still at the foot of the mountain are enough to take a look at the top of the mountain once in a while, and keep looking at the cervical vertebrae.

Jiang Chaoge had an extra palm-sized yellow gourd in his hand, and threw it over the waterhole with his backhand.

Xia Chan took it and pulled the cork, shook it, just listening to the sound of the collision, he could accurately judge that there were indeed ten pills inside, the smell was sealed by wax, he grinned: "How do I know that this is genuine, in case it is poison." ”

Brother Jiang Chao was not angry and said: "Produced by the Yandi Medicine Hall, it has always been a sought-after item in the Great Wilderness, do you think that this hall opened this place where birds don't to make money from the sand people? Every ten years, a large number of young warriors of all races come to try, and this store will not be open for ten years, and it will be open for ten years!"

"Go back, I'll let the Red Fort Ancestor eat one, I'm going to poison the Sand Man Ancestor, and then let Prince Shabak demolish your medicine hall. Xia Chan smiled.

Brother Jiang Chao was so angry that he smoked, and kicked the golden silk sac left by Shabak under his feet: "Put it away, take this misfortune, I will see how long you can live." ”

Xia Chan took the flying golden silk sac, took out two golden signs, looked at them over and over again, and put them away again: "I only need one, why give me a pair?"

"That kid has a bad heart, and he packs two portions at a time, you can do it so well, so you can laugh and accept it. Jiang Chaoge said with a smile.

"Okay, I smiled. After being promoted to the steel Dao body, Xia Chan's confidence in this trip skyrocketed, and he was not afraid, seeing the old man walking up to him in two steps, stretching out his palm, turning his hand and taking out a box, "Three hundred death soul crystals, the concoction technique learned from the sandman, is a bit rough." ”

Brother Jiang Chao carefully checked it, carefully put it away, and then said with a smile: "Those sand man fools know a fart, how can such a middle-grade and high-grade divine soul spirit thing be so simple, and they actually use the heavenly object to refine what five stone powder, it is really a stupid pig." ”

Xia Chan had a very bad impression of this old man, and waved his hand impatiently and reprimanded: "Liangqing, what are you still doing, you want to invite me to dinner." ”

Brother Jiang Chao shook off his robe, picked up a big bargain and said happily: "The business is over, little brother, we are of the same clan anyway, how about chatting." ”

"Not really. Xia Chan was playing with a piece of blood-colored sign, and he couldn't tell what material this thing was.

"Don't, let the old man guess, Xiaoyou is from the Immortal Academy, or the Donghua Emperor Academy, or the Xijing Taishang Daoist Academy?"

"Why is the speculation so large?" Xia Chan raised his head slightly, squinting his eyes.

"Xiaoyou's breath has both the five elements, and in terms of inheritance, four of the many spiritual lands in the alliance are the most broad-rooted, but those little guys in the heavens of the Shendu Baiyujing Academy are all nostrils facing the sky, and Xiaoyou doesn't say that he is as warm as jade, at least he is also half-qualified in the way of harmony. ”

Xia Chan touched his nose and said with a look of regret: "I can only say that you are completely wrong, I am just a high school graduate who has just graduated." ”

The old man had a determined expression on his face that you don't want to hide from my eyes: "You relax, the old man's mouth is very tight, the blood-colored trial in the Longyan Valley once every ten years rarely appeared in the human race in the past, this time is different, not to mention those dragon descendants after the big waves of the sand, there are two young men and women who have fallen from the sky in a strange flying machine recently, it is very extraordinary, and many elites of all races have swept away the boundary monument of Trap Fist Mountain, and it is not a dazzling number for you to be an outlier." ”

"Young man and woman, strange flying machines?" Xia Chan instinctively felt that the two might meet soon.

"It's a short, thick, long, long metal bump, it's really different from the refining style of the old man's time, and I would like to go to your realm to see it when I have the chance. Jiang Chaoge said with some regret.

"Oh. Xia Chan raised his head and looked coldly.

"I said what kind of method your kid has cultivated, there is a sense of seizing the heavens and the earth, and the old man can't see what is going on with his well-informed, can you give my brother a thorough understanding. Jiang Chaoge approached Xia Chan and couldn't get enough of it from head to toe, the more he looked at it, the more strange he became, the more surprised he became, and finally he couldn't help but want to do it.

Xia Chan couldn't bear it anymore, and flew out far away.

This time he was lucky, and he just happened to stumble on the ring finger of Wuzhi Mountain.

Just as he stood still, the wind moved slightly, and a figure happened to appear next to him, looking at him with a smile.

"Old man. ”

"You can call me old ginger. ”

"We're not that close. ”

"Make a friend. ”

"Die down the mountain. ”

"I'm a Three Emperors who know a lot of secrets. ”

"Then you will talk about it first, you first condescend and then respect, where did you learn the ability to change your face with two faces and three knives. ”

Brother Jiang Chao, who was deflated, shrugged his short and thick eyebrows: "You kid is shallow-eyed, and Old Jiang doesn't care about you." ”

Putting aside the old man's greedy businessman's character, he can be called well-informed, and under the side knocks, Xia Chan has learned a lot of answers that have been hanging in the air.

The biggest business in the hands of the Red Castle Sandmen royal family is the Blood Order, in the past, the Tin people distributed a lot of money to the tribes through their quota, but this year a large number of tokens have flowed out of the hands of the Dragonborn, disrupting their business, which is the reason why they are angry and wantonly hunting the Dragonborn.

As for the token in the hands of the Dragonborn, the initiator of the Ember Council, and the Tin Man, what is the connection between these three is another mystery.

It was easy to send away Brother Jiang Chao, who was suddenly familiar with him, Xia Chan entered a state of retreat again, he wanted to control the surge of his huge strength as soon as possible, so that the swordsmanship could be restored to purity, otherwise he would simply have the urge to abandon the sword and swing his fist.

He knew that the infinity of power was an illusion, but that the power had lost its subtle control.