The night is as cool as water, and the sky and the earth are silent.

Shrouded in endless darkness, the sea of grass is boundless. In the corner of the sea of grass that cannot be named, there is a small tribe, one hundred and eighty households, named after wolves.

In the wolf tribe, the animal skins are united, and the animal bones are soaring to the sky.

It was late at night, and the ink-like clouds covered the obscure and weak moon, and there was a breeze.

But at this moment, the wolf tribe did not fall silent with the night, and people gathered together and lit a bonfire in the middle of the tribe. The sound of "crackling" was bursting, the fire was very strong, and the wind was wanton, dancing with the darkness that was full of it, like a demon dancing wildly.

The people in the red light, their knife-like angular faces were full of solemnity, and they were tightly circled. In the middle of the crowd, outside the bonfire, there is a pillar that is more than three people high, and one person cannot hug it, under the firelight, it shows a dark brown almost inky black color, and if you look closely, it is actually a precipitated blood rust, and the different shades of blood rust are full of abstract patterns. The base of the column is a stone base, followed by a slightly convex square base, also full of brown mottles.

Next to the pillar, there are two figures, an old and a young, which are the focus of the crowd's attention.

The breeze waved, the fire suddenly burst out, and the air was a little hotter, but at the moment, no one cared, they were engrossed, and their eyes never left the two figures in the center for a moment. Suddenly, everyone's eyes stared, only to see the old man lightly, the child in front of him was already rising up, hanging in the air, before he could fall, the old man's movements did not stop, his hands moved, kneading and patting on the child's body, the shape was very strange.

After a few clicks, I heard a crisp sound, but it was the sound of a child's feet stepping on the ground. The old man slowly straightened the child's body, raised his hand and said in a cold voice.

"Qualification, a product. Thorns, an inch of green. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a whispering discussion in the crowd.

"Hey, this kid usually looks quite strong, how can he be a first-class qualification?"

"Who's to say it isn'?......"

Listening to the whispered regret in his ears, the children in the field couldn't help but fall down and looked depressed.

Qingfeng couldn't help but look at the child sympathetically, with a grade of qualifications, I am afraid that it will be difficult to break through the realm of ink in this life, and he will have to be with mortals all day long. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and he was also a little worried about himself.

Tonight, Aomine is also like that child, and he has to undergo qualification tests and tattoos. However, there is a secret buried in his heart that makes him not feel at ease. It has been six years since he crossed over, and whether a soul that does not belong here can be completely accommodated by this world is a big doubt and hidden worry in his heart.

In this life, he is the son of the chief of the wolf tribe, and he has abandoned the surname of the previous life, named Qingfeng, and he can be regarded as having a break with the previous life.

It's a world of tattoos. For six years, he had no tattoos, but he had some rough knowledge of the world.

In his impression, this is a big bizarre world, in addition to the boundless sea of grass, there are legends about distance and power in the mouth of the elders. He rarely saw people outside the tribe, and more often than not, the tribesmen were fighting with some fierce beasts, called "demons". "Demons" swim in the sea of grass, either alone or in groups. He had seen pythons stretching out across the tribe, birds of prey with wings like dark clouds, gophers that were as fast as light and shadows, bulls with voices like bells, and even monsters that were spitting out their mouths. Every time, he was amazed.

The warriors of the tribe hunt the behemoths and also defend the tribe from the behemoths. Being able to hunt such terrifying beasts and demons, the people of this world naturally have super personal strength.

They all have tattoos, and they give them strength. This intrigued Aomine, but little was known about it, and it wasn't until the age of six that the child was allowed to come into contact with the power of the tattoo.

And today, it is the day when Aomine will accept the thorn pattern.

In a trance, Qingfeng's gaze froze.

I saw that the old man with the tattooed tattoo suddenly shook his body, and his fingertips were like phantoms in the air between square inches, and it was not difficult to find a little green light in the black phantom.

In an instant, the phantom vanished, and the thorn was over. A tattoo of more than an inch had already appeared between the child's tiger mouth, and the abstract lines outlined a simple pattern of a wolf's head, which was awe-inspiring, insufficient and unabated.

"Shh~!" Aomine suddenly gasped, what kind of speed is this? The thorns of this world have completely subverted his understanding.

"Next!"

The old man adjusted his breathing a little and shouted.

There was a person in front of Aomine, took a deep breath, and hurriedly stepped forward with two steps.

The old man still had the same cold expression, and slapped at the person who came, and his force made the child inhale for a while.

"Qualification, three products. Thorn pattern, Dan heart wolf head. ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, people suddenly buzzed again.

"Sanpin, there is another powerful warrior in the tribe!"

"I said earlier that this kid Qiulong has good qualifications, and he can eat a pot of python meat for one meal, you see, I said it!"

"Hey, your kid is amazing!"

"What do you mean? Even if Qiu Long wasn't my child, I would say that......"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the solemn atmosphere was relieved.

Qingfeng couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes never left the tattooed old man.

I saw that the old man didn't react to the laughter of the crowd at all, and turned sideways to concentrate on what potion was dispensing, scarlet blood, dark blue leaves, and fine gray particles...... It's a mess, and none of them can be recognized.

Until the potion was formed, the old man flipped over his hand, and out of nowhere, he turned out a few long blue-green needles, sandwiched them between his fingers and submerged them in the potion. Then, the slender needle actually sucked up all the potions like a whale!

Aomine's eyes widened in surprise suddenly, what is this? That thin needle fell into the potion, I'm afraid I can't find it, and it actually absorbed the potion! When he first came into contact with the thorn pattern, he was full of questions about this mysterious power.

The old man turned around slowly, and the crowd immediately fell silent. At this time, Qiu Long had already taken off his shirt by himself, ** on his immature chest.

I saw that the old man's eyes were fixed, and his expression was extremely serious.

The flying palm is like a mist, the chaotic green light is like a star, the trend is not slow, a wolf head appears slowly, its scarlet wolf kiss seems to be choosing people to eat, the wolf on the neck is erect, entrenched in the chest of the dragon, hideous and abnormal.

Its shape is like a detachment, and its momentum is like a flutter.

Qingfeng took a closer look, and he felt like he was being sucked in by those cruel eyes, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

At this time, Qiu Long was also in the pain of the dense needle prick in his chest, sweating profusely, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching, but he endured it stubbornly. At a young age, he has extraordinary endurance.

The old man took the needle and let out a long breath. Looking at the dragon who was enduring the pain, he slowly showed a smile. praised: "Good boy, not bad! Sanpin's qualifications, coupled with this Danxin wolf head, will definitely become a good powerhouse in the future!"

"Thank you, senior!"

The old man nodded with a "hmm", but his expression gradually returned to that indifference.

"Next!"

Aomine's body shook, it was his turn!

Glancing apprehensively at his father, Frost Crow's gentle gaze greeted him with an encouraging smile. Under Frost Crow's encouraging eyes, he slowly walked towards the unknown outcome.

Under the gaze of everyone, he couldn't help but feel a deep pressure. He quickly regained his composure, and although he was full of uncertain worries about his identity, he was not really just a six-year-old child after all.

Secretly cheering up in his heart, he suddenly straightened his chest, and his eyes were already facing the old man with tattoos.

Looking at Qingfeng's calm and determined gaze, the old man couldn't help but secretly admire, maybe he was an extraordinary boy!

The old man slowly bent down, and there was another kneading and patting along Qingfeng's muscles and bones, sometimes gently, sometimes with great strength, which made Qingfeng frown for a while.

Hey?

Following the old man's bent waist, Qingfeng accidentally saw a section of nine-knotted bamboo exposed between the old man's chest and abdomen. Is that the old man's thorn pattern? Nine knots, he couldn't help but think of the old man's fingers, the blue color, maybe what has to do with his thorn pattern......

Just when Qingfeng was guessing, the old man suddenly stopped moving, his body was straight, and his two eyes suddenly looked at Qingfeng, full of surprise.

Aomine was stunned for a moment.

And the old man's strange reaction made Qingfeng's parents below nervous, and their bodies couldn't help but straighten. Could it be a product? Shuangwu secretly felt sorry in his heart, remembering the words he had specially instructed the tattooed old man for Qingfeng beforehand, his heart sank fiercely.

Unable to care about other people's feelings, the old man stared at Qingfeng, sighed slowly, rubbed his somewhat sweaty palms, and began to investigate Qingfeng's qualifications again.

This time, Aomine didn't dare to get distracted. Even though his body was in surprising pain, he gritted his teeth and stared at the old man.

I saw that the old man's movements were getting faster and faster, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and Qingfeng was so painful that he even began to sweat. However, the sweat on the old man's forehead had already been pouring out layer by layer, and the light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter, and Qingfeng could even feel the old man's hands trembling violently!

"Nine... Jiupin..."

The old man stared at Qingfeng in disbelief, as if staring at a peerless treasure, and his speech began to be empty.

Hiss~!

As soon as the old man's intermittent words fell, there was an uproar around him, and suddenly there was a sound of gasping.

Shuangwu's eyes suddenly burst out, and his face turned red with excitement, his iron fists clenched, waving excitedly, but he gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word.

Aomine looked around inexplicably and scratched his head. Jiupin, it sounds amazing!

No one spoke, no one could believe that the world's most outstanding qualifications would appear in their own tribe, and the air was so silent that even breathing became a sin.

"Nine Pins..."

In the crowd, I don't know who whispered dreamily, which instantly ignited everyone's passion.

"The wolf god descended! I can even see the nine-grade qualification with my own eyes one day, and die without regrets! Hahaha......"

"Grandma's! After listening to the legend for a lifetime, Lao Tzu finally saw the living legend today! In the future, in this world, there will be my wolf tribe to succeed as a hero!"

"Just listening to the stories of those Jiupin tattoo powerhouses has already made my blood boil! Today, I can actually see the birth of Jiupin tattoos with my own eyes! Before, I lived in vain, and I lived in vain......

"Qiu Long can become a strong man with extraordinary strength with only three qualifications, and even the patriarch only has a five-grade tattoo, so how strong is the ninth grade?"

"Brother Qingfeng is so strong, but I ......" the child with that kind of qualification couldn't help but be gloomy.

The crowd was boiling, and Jiupin's qualifications had completely shattered their sanity. These people who have been trained in life and death for decades, the awe and thirst for strength are not at all understandable to those children. What's more, a tribe gives birth to an incredible strong man, which is the basis of everyone.

In this hot atmosphere, the real protagonist Qingfeng seems to have become non-existent, and everyone's minds are full of "Nine Pins... Qualifications...".

This overwhelmed him a bit. No matter how strong his qualifications are, he is just a child who has just come into contact with tattoos.

It's just that the fanatical eyes of everyone clearly told him how significant qualifications are in this world!

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