No matter how Brother Hao mutters there, the facts here are done, and the old and the young chat happily there.

"What about the sacrificial elders?" Brother Hao came back to his senses. Only then did I find that the sacrificial elder had left.

"I'm back!" replied to the question. Some are weak.

"Ah Yi, come here. Seeing that Wen Chuanting was about to walk out of the door with a wilting snake tail in his hand, Brother Hao shouted.

"What's wrong, Da?" asked Chuanting and looked back at himself, a somewhat unreliable Da.

"Come here!" Brother Hao beckoned to the question at the door. "Be mental, why is you so unenergetic in the morning?" the big hand paw slapped directly on the door of Wen Chuanting's head.

"Shhh

Eminem, who was preparing breakfast, looked back at the father and son, saw that nothing was wrong, and turned his attention to the boiling clay pot. It's a breakfast for the family, and I don't dare to go wrong.

"It hurts?!" Brother Hao looked at the pretending to ask Chuanting, and couldn't help but feel angry, and the bigfoot piece kicked his ass directly according to Wen Chuanting.

"Come back!" Seeing that his cub was fine, he patted his ass and walked to the door. Brother Hao, who was angry, rolled his eyes. For their own cubs, except for the headache of asking questions, everything else is very satisfying. Of course, this also makes Brother Hao very helpless, and the saw-mouth gourd that can't hit a fart with three punches is a bit of a headache wherever it is placed.

"What did the sacrificial elder say to you?" Seeing that his cub came back, Brother Hao spoke helplessly.

"I didn't say anything, Ah Gong asked me to bring the snake over tomorrow!" asked Chuanting pursed his lips, and finally answered his own question.

"Well, the elder didn't say anything more?"

"Nope. ”

"Tomorrow will pass and follow Ah Gongxue, his old man's knowledge is great, he knows the herbs in the mountains, and the weaknesses of the beasts and beasts can be said. These things have been passed down from generation to generation, and they belong to Ah Gong as the most complete. We don't fight for it, we only learn a little bit of skin. Follow Ah Gong to study hard, this is the foundation of our people's lives in the mountains. Brother Hao was a little verbose and explained to Wen Chuan.

"Hmm. Wen Chuanting snorted through his nose, proving that he was listening carefully.

Seeing that there was nothing to explain, Brother Hao waved his hand and asked Wen Chuanting to play by himself.

The winter sun is very warm, Wen Chuanting squatted in the corner, lazily basking in the warm sun, and stroking the snake's tail hanging from his neck from time to time.

There is a way to understand the world, and a stone in my heart is considered to have fallen to the ground. Now that I'm still young, I can take my time with other things. Step by step, walk steadily, the road behind can be spacious, otherwise, just start walking and go vanity, then the future road can only be narrower and narrower.

"Your body is still weak, you have to exercise more, and they knock each other with your teeth. If you don't knock or exercise, your body bones still can't get strong. The sacrificial elder's withered hands and paws patted Chuanting's head.

"They are still knocking on each other, how do you knock on the wooden stick?" asked Chuanting to pout helplessly at the words of the sacrificial elder.

Ignoring the pouting of the question, the priest elder groped around for a while, and out of nowhere took out a small crystal ball, the size of a fist clenched by the dry hand of the priest elder, the crystal ball was brilliant, bright, and transparent, without a trace of variegation, like the most outstanding glass artwork.

When I first saw this crystal ball, I opened my mouth wide in surprise, I really didn't expect that in this primitive village where traffic depends on walking and communication depends on roaring, hunting tools are all self-polished wood and stone tools, and there are such good round crystal balls that can not be seen at all with polishing traces.

"Natural, or post-processed?"

Doubts fill the chest, natural, smooth and flawless crystal balls, it is even more difficult to generate, and it is a 1 in 10,000 probability that it will be found. Post-processing, this primitive society, has such a good handicraft?

Motioning for Wen Chuanting to sit cross-legged in front of him, the sacrificial elder held up the crystal ball in his hand, dangling it above Wen Chuanting's head, and finally said, "Let's look at the body bones, now look at your spiritual power." What God has given us, we can only continue, there is no right to refuse, let alone the possibility of choice. With a strong body and bones, other aspects may be weaker, just like the mental power we have to measure. However, our Konghou clan has a strong body, and it is easy to exercise it from the day after tomorrow if it is weak, and the mental power is congenitally weak, so there is no way. ”

Ignoring the fragmentary thoughts of the sacrificial elders, his eyes turned with the shaking of the crystal ball, and his heart was turning with thoughts, "Spiritual power? Is it necessary to converge a part? How much is left, so as not to surprise Ah Gong too much, and can show my difference? Too weak is not good for me, Ah Gong will also have selective professors, or not professors." ”

For a moment, the brilliance was magnificent, and the blind eyes turned with the crystal ball, and his eyes were black for a while, and he couldn't see anything. I only felt that the center of my eyebrows was hot, and a little of my innate spirit seemed to be swallowed by something, and an invisible wave shot out from the center of my eyebrows. In the darkness, only a crunch sound could be heard, and a thin powder slipped from the top of the head, and a drop of warm liquid slid down the bridge of the nose.

With his eyes closed, he stretched out his tongue and licked the tip of his nose, filling his mouth with the smell of salty and rusty. "It's blood!"

Slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes that were illuminated by the strong light regained his vision, and what caught his eye was Ah Gong's stunned and unbelievable eyes, his still outstretched hands were empty, and the slender and numerous blood mouths were slowly oozing green blood.

Ask Chuanting III as a person, how strong his spiritual power is, Tianxuan's uninterrupted cultivation in dreams, and with the backing of extensive theories, he formed a relic early, although it is weak, but it is also the product of condensation after the spiritual power is transformed into divine consciousness, which is higher than the level of spiritual power. In addition to its lack of application, its strength is not inferior to that of the sacrificial elders.

And the crystal ball is a prop that draws his spiritual power, and when he asked Chuanting to think about whether to restrain and not take precautions, the spiritual power on the periphery of the divine consciousness broke out in an all-round way, and the divine consciousness rioted, and the crystal ball was shocked by the power of the riot, so there was a reason not to be blown into powder.

Secretly looked at the stunned sacrificial elder, and asked Chuanting to speak cautiously: "Ah Gong......"

The sacrificial elder quickly withdrew his arm, which was still dangling, and a happy smile appeared on his face. "Ah Yi, Brother Hao's Ah Yi! You are very good, very good! haha......"

"I'm hopeful!" the sacrificial elder struggled to restrain his excited heart. The more I look at it, the more I like it. "Pay attention now, I will teach you the method of cultivation. "The next dry incantation came out of the mouth of the sacrificial elder.

When the first word came out of the mouth of the sacrificial elder, Wen Chuan was shocked, and the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda, which had not moved for a long time, reacted, and with the continuation of the incantation, a font similar to tadpole text appeared on the tower wall, and the tadpole text continued to shake, as if it was forcibly restrained.