Just as Zisheng was frowning and thinking about things, the light around Zijin's body changed again.

Suddenly, the first two rays of light were gone, and the old man of the purple saint saw that the two rays of light were gone, and the old man's brows also relaxed, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood has not been so up and down for many years, and he feels it today. But before it was too long, a purple-gold light appeared around Zijin again, as if it had verified that his name was Zijin, and it had not dispersed for a long time.

The old man of the Purple Sage whispered: "It seems to be the star attribute." "For Zijin to appear on the unusual light, the village chief who has lived so well doesn't understand what the situation is, and the people below can't tell what Zijin's attributes are. At this time, Zibai's father Ziwen said: "It may be a waste, my ancestors don't bless him, so that he has no attributes." At this time, everyone nodded in agreement.

The village chief glanced at the face of the purple saint on the altar, and then said to everyone, "Let's be quiet first." "Everyone is quiet, it all depends on Zijin's talent, which is known as the pride of Zihuo in the village, although everyone hates the foreign population, but everyone still agrees with Zijin's talent.

It didn't take long for the markings in the white light to start to light up, but the difference was that all ten of them lit up, and everyone opened their mouths wide, but before everyone could shout, the ten markings were darkened, and it was quite uncomfortable to feel like they couldn't make a sound!

Everyone was dumbfounded by what was going on, and even Zisheng didn't understand what the situation was. When everyone was at a loss, a symbol similar to the sun appeared on Zijin's brow, and there seemed to be the sun and moon in the big sun, and suddenly it was too similar to the Ming character, what kind of mark this was, everyone couldn't recognize it, and even the old man Zisheng frowned.

Before Zijin could understand what was going on, Ziqing in the crowd below shouted: "It must be a bastard from another village, the ancestors didn't bless him, making him a waste." The people below also shouted: "Yes, it must be the ancestors who rejected him and turned him into waste." At this time, the village chief took up and walked towards Zisheng Dao: "Old man, what is the situation. In his heart, this old man, who was older than his grandfather, knew everything.

Zi Sheng shook his head, walked down and left the altar without saying anything, and the people in the village talked about it, as if they were boiling a pot. Ziqing pulled Zibai over and began to taunt Zijin, Zijin stood dumbfounded at this time, with only one sentence in his heart, "Am I really a waste?" After all, it is a six-year-old child, and it is impossible to calm down under the fingers of so many people, Zijin walked away silently. Ziqing wanted to stop it, but Zibai grabbed him and said, "Let this waste go." ”

Zijin walked like this, unconsciously walked out of the village and came to the beautiful valley, the cute little beast immediately ran to Zijin's feet, circled around Zijin a few times, saw that Zijin did not react to it at all, it jumped onto Zijin's shoulders, two front paws like human hands grabbed a strand of long hair on Zijin's sideburns, squatting on Zijin's shoulders like a child.

At this time, Zijin noticed it, "It's you," Zijin said. The little beast pointed at Zijin's stomach, clearly asking Zijin to roast meat for him. Zijin looked at it and said, "I'm in a bad mood today, I'll bake it for you next time." The little beast nodded frustratedly. Zijin found a piece of grass and sat down, looked at the sky and sighed, turned his head to look at the little beast and said, "Do you think I'm really a waste?" The little beast shook his head vigorously. "Don't lie to me, I only have you as a friend. The little beast nodded.

The little beast jumped out of Zijin's arms and pulled Zijin's pants and walked deeper into the valley. Zijin said: "Where are you going to take me, okay, don't pull me with you." The little beast let go of Zijin, and Zijin followed the little beast to a cave. "There's a hole here, is this your lair?" Zijin asked the little beast. The little orc nodded humanely.

Zijin followed the little beast in, and the more he walked inside, the more surprised Zijin became: "This is not like a demonic beast's lair! 'This cave has a simple and quaint atmosphere. Each of the eight directions of the cave has a candlestick with a hand. Next to a candelabra there was a stone bed with a futon on the bed, and the other sides of the cave were large and the room space, one of which had some herb residues and a ball of hay. This is supposed to be the beast's bedroom.

The little beast saw Zijin standing stupidly here, so he pushed Zijin in the direction of the bed. Zijin woke up and walked to the stone bed, and as soon as he got closer, he was sent flying by a burst of fiery red light. "Here's what happened. "Zijin Dao.

The little beast Heng screamed a few times, gesturing and screaming at Zijin, as if he wanted to say something, and Zijin finally understood after gesturing for a long time. He said to the little beast: "You mean, there are things that will help me under this tuanpu." The little beast excitedly lit his mighty head.

Zijin said: "Okay, go forward again, a fiery red light appeared around the futon again, preventing Zijin from moving forward, although it is not aggressive towards Zijin, but it is not something that Zijin can pass." Gradually, Zijin's physical strength was exhausted, and the aura that had been gathered in his body had been exhausted in the awakening spiritual vein, and now he was even more powerless.

Just as Zijin was about to give up, the imprint of the awakened spirit vein on his brow appeared again, emitting three colors of light, and the fiery red light faded and disappeared in an instant. The moment the light disappeared, an unfamiliar picture appeared in front of Zijin.

Pictures flashed in front of Zijin's eyes, in the painting is a man who is proud of the world, he stands like a god between heaven and earth, the painting tells how this man became a god between heaven and earth from the waste in the eyes of others, Zijin looked at the image of this man and couldn't calm down for a long time. Said: "Such a powerful person. "I thought, 'How nice it would be for me to be like him!' no, I'm going to be like him. Zijin emphasized more: "If others can do it, I can also be no worse than others, I want to be stronger than him, yes, I must be stronger than him." ”

"Don't be small, you're not small!" Suddenly a voice in Zijin's ears woke up Zijin's thoughts, who, Zijin shouted, a red light fell on Zijin, and Zijin disappeared into the hole.

Zi Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the village hut, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Who is it? Could it be them?" Zi Sheng took a handprint and closed his eyes again. It didn't take long to open his eyes, get up and disappear into the house.