Chapter 42

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Under the full speed of the bitter door, it didn't take the time of the first half of the incense to vaguely see a village.

Hurriedly stood on a high place and looked up from below.

The girl did not lie to him, the village may have never been attacked by wild beasts, it was not even fortified at all, and there was no wall around it, and there was a little smoke in it, and every house was not compact, and the children among them were not running and playing, and they looked like they were harmonious and beautiful.

Kumen had lived for more than ten years, but he swore that he had never seen such a scene, as if it were a small hidden village, peaceful and peaceful.

Thinking about the life in the Yang clan, licking the blood with the knife, people starved to death and died of disease at any time, and I couldn't help but sigh at the injustice between them.

But soon.

His attention was completely distracted.

Because the feeling was even stronger, as if a voice kept shouting, pushing his body, so that he had to pay attention.

An attraction came from the very center of the village.

The bitter gate looked in that direction, and his heart was shocked, it was actually a temple that looked extremely ancient, and from a distance, there was a trace of decay, and the whole wall could not see the color, it seemed to be black, and it seemed to be the color of dark gold, and its original color could not be seen.

And that strong attraction came from the temple.

But Kumen completely lost the mind of robbing, and from that temple, he not only felt the power of attraction, but also felt a trace of incomparably faint and boundless power, as boundless as the sky.

His instincts told him.

If he dares to rob him, his fate will be extremely miserable.

Kumen believed.

Coming closer, and after careful observation, he turned his head and walked again towards the mountain stream.

This village is the largest of the small villages, after all, there is no danger, but some old and sick people have been multiplying, and it will be like this, and the whole village has at least tens of thousands of people according to his preliminary estimates.

But there may be no danger to the reason.

Kumen's sensitivity to the aura now, carefully observed, the strength of the entire Blue Wolf Village is simply weak and terrifying!

The number of people who are almost twice that of the Yang clan, and among them, there are only three whose strength is close to Yang Kong's level!

Not to mention Yang Fengshen's level.

This should be because of its own strength, so it has not been endlessly expanded, otherwise, there are at least more than 100,000 people in this village now!

But to see such a small and safe village.

But there was a thought in Kumen's heart, a thought that had never been imagined before.

Before he could do that, though, he needed to prepare.

......

In a forest in the middle of a mountain stream, Kumen was in the woods, looking at this tree for a while, and looking at that tree for a while, as if he was picking something.

At last.

He stood in front of a two-meter-tall tree the thickness of a bowl, clasped his hands together, grabbed the tree, and let out a shout, and uprooted the two-meter-tall tree.

Then, he slowly tore the bark from top to bottom with his hands, and worked hard for a long time before the bark was completely torn apart, and all the roots under the tree were pulled out, leaving only a clean solid wood nearly two meters long.

Collapse.

With little effort, the solid wood was cut off by the bitter door from three-quarters, and the surface was exceptionally smooth.

A simple wooden staff came out.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he did frown, feeling that something was missing.

After thinking about it, Kumen took out an arrow from the arrow basket behind him, took it off, and carved it on it, the arrow was extremely sharp, carved on the small tree, and it took almost no effort.

But that's all.

Kumen was also busy for half an hour before he put down the wooden staff in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Before his eyes.

Just put a wooden stick, the whole wooden stick is the color of white wood, it looks very ordinary, but after it was carved by the bitter door, it immediately has some differences, it is an obscure and complex character, the entire wooden stick, from top to bottom, it looks very mysterious.

The carvings on it are the characters in the [Small Sacrifice Technique] formation, which are already magical, with the power of insight, and now carved on it, there are even the same works and different songs.

It's like a wooden staff.

Kumen stood up, grabbed the wooden staff, a sense of familiarity came, he seemed to have a soft spot for this kind of wooden staff, although this compared with the previous wooden staff, it is naturally far away, and it can't be used for fighting at all, but he is not ready to use it for fighting, which is of some help to his next plan.

The wooden staff is taken in reverse, at the height of his eyes, and the small tree is slowly thick from the bottom to the top, the top part is thinner, and the bottom is thicker, and now it is taken in reverse, but it is very similar to the previous wooden staff.

I watched it for a while.

I grabbed it and tried it, but Kumen still frowned.

It's so new.

He first dug a long pit in the ground, stuffed the wooden staff into it, and then filled it up, found some weeds and dead branches and put them in the filling place, took out the flint and hit it gently, and a fire was born.

After filling in enough weeds and dead branches.

Kumen sat aside, waiting slowly, as if he was asleep, but in fact, he was slowly deducing the various links of the [Small Sacrifice Technique] in his heart.

Once you feel that the weeds are about to burn out, fill them with some more and keep the fire alive.

I did this for a whole afternoon.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Kumen flicked his palm, and a palm wind completely extinguished the flames, and when the temperature of the ground had dropped, he dug out the wooden staff again.

As soon as I saw the wooden cane that came out, the bitter door was bright.

The wooden staff has not changed as a whole, but the color of the whole body has changed to a black and brown color, which looks like an item that has been around for a certain year, and when you grasp it in your hand, you immediately have a solemn and solemn feeling.

Succeed with flying colors!

Although this wooden staff was only a small detail in his plan, he still completed it meticulously out of a cautious character.

It was about the plan he had in mind, and he had to be cautious.

If he can succeed, from his feelings, there will definitely be unexpected benefits.

Success, not failure!

It's just that what he has to prepare next is the most important thing!

That's all about the success or failure of the whole plan!

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