There has been no catastrophe for several epochs, and today suddenly there is no warning of the catastrophe, the pheasant sits on the tiger skin chair in the main hall, breathing calmly, even if he sits all over his body, there is a feeling of dust, he thinks that this is called temperament, his own temperament, but no one can see this temperament in the loyal demon clan. Thinking in the pheasant's mind, if it was this earring that caused the catastrophe, the pheasant's good-looking eyebrows moved slightly, and a pair of beautiful turquoise pupils suddenly contracted, this earring was at least a few eras ago.

"The Treasure cannot be known to anyone else about the existence of earrings. The pheasant closed his eyes, his forehead wrinkled into a Sichuan character, the earrings are now set on his ears, and he wants to take them off without damaging the earrings themselves, unless the earlobes are cut off, according to the recovery ability of the demon clan, the earlobes will automatically grow out in a few months, but the process of cutting off the earlobes is very painful, unlike the weak physique of the human race, the reason why the demon clan has a strong body is all because of the developed blood vessels and veins in the body, so the blood vessels distributed on the earlobes are several times more than those of the human race, and the pain of cutting off the earlobes is no less than the torture of pulling out the tongue. "Those who become big things are informal" The pheasant whispered, slowly opened his eyes, the green eyes were a little more sharp, and his decisive personality was easy to make decisions, he was very willful.

"Squeak" pheasant opened the door of the main hall, tribes, woods, mountains, and this sky, the scenery is very beautiful, the pheasant will spread his hair down to cover his ears, the long hair that is almost up to the waist is scattered on the chest, and the already delicate face with this long hair looks like a girl. The pheasant pursed his mouth, and his mood was a little not good, not because he was about to cut off his earlobes, but because of this aggrieved dress, after all, he was a member of the demon clan, he remembered that the status of demon women was not very high, and those who stayed at home to do coolies were often women, and the men of the tribe went out hunting, and if they came back, it was very common to get angry and commit domestic violence against women, this kind of thinking that women are not as good as men, how could he not know as a demon clan, which is also one of the reasons for the gradual decline of the demon clan. Stepping on the bluestone slab in front of the main hall, no one took care of the slate for a long time, the moss was all over it, a little slippery, and the pheasant quickened its pace, and it couldn't show too unbelievable speed in the tribe. The Yinglong tribe is very large, and there are also various shops and stall elders. Over the centuries, many of the exercises of the demon clan have been lost, but these old traditional styles have been left, the pheasant walks on the stone road, and the shops passing by have a few shouts to order something, as for the carpet those who are just lying on the homemade deck chair and dozing, most of the things on the stalls are tattered that no one wants, and occasionally the clansmen will buy a broken pot and go back to raise flowers and cultivate cultivation* , Pheasant walking alone on the street, greeting the people passing by, it can be seen that at least the Pheasant is very popular, there is no multiple hierarchical concept in the clan, and children are children.

"Xiao Zhi" someone shouted behind him, the pheasant turned around and looked behind him with a smile, Xiao Zhi is the nickname of the pheasant, but only one of the people he knows called him that, the person who came had short red hair, a huge body two meters tall, two red horns on the top of his head, his resolute face looked very handsome, his upper body showed most of his strong muscles, and his burly body walked in front of the pheasant, and the shadow covered the childish sight like a mountain. He is the best friend of the pheasant, the young master of the demon tribe of the Bull Demon tribe "Ping Ben Wu", the ancestor of this clan is the descendant of the demon king Bull Demon King of the demon clan, Pingben has no way to know the pheasant at a young age, who bullied the pheasant when he was a child, he will always help the pheasant to come out, in addition to this, he is also the top combat power of the young generation of the Bull Demon Clan, since he was a child, the bloodline showed signs of atavism, and he reached the Ming Blood Realm at the age of fifteen, the youngest Ming Blood Realm in the history of the Bull Demon Tribe. The two red horns on the top of the head are the same color as the horns of the Bull Demon King recorded in ancient books.

"Why are you here. The pheasant asked with a smile, and he never skimped on his sincere smile when it came to his friends.

Heimoto Wu shook his tall body and circled around the pheasant, stroking his chin with his right hand, "I heard that Qinglie's kid is looking for you, and I didn't even go to the school and ran over directly, now it seems that you are fine, but" Heimoto Wu grinned, "Why are you kid pretending to be a girl, you must know that my demon clan man needs to be strong and resolute." As he spoke, he shook his thick biceps.

"Come on, if you don't want to read, how can you abandon the embrace of the sea of books and come to me to join in the fun. The pheasant jokingly said that he had said that he had to read more since he was a child, and he said that he had a little ink in his stomach, but the demon clan admired the strong, and he didn't put much effort into studying.

"Haha, where are you going, I came to look for you once and I have to go back to my father's board. He was three years older than the pheasant, very smart but with a very stubborn temper, full of the enthusiasm of a young man. and the pheasant are completely two extremes, but these two people have a deep friendship. It's a friendship where you can give your back to each other when necessary. "Recently, I have had a headache, I went to the herb shop to grab some herbs, I remember that the home remedies in the ancient books have a prescription for headaches. The pheasant said lightly, no one can say anything about the earrings, for themselves and for others. It's best not to tell anyone about it. Heimoto looked at the pheasant a little strangely, "You have been persuading me to read, but fortunately I haven't listened to you read too much." Pingben Wu patted the pheasant on the shoulder and said with a big grin, "I cherish books like you like a girl, and if I don't marry a beautiful daughter-in-law in the future, I'm afraid that my father will beat me to death." He laughed and walked forward.

The pheasant was dumbfounded, and stopped to think about it. "What have the clansmen thought of me all these years!" shook his head, picking up his pace to keep up with Hiramoto. The two of them talked and laughed, and there was still an hour or so before the herb shop, and it was really boring that there was no one to talk to on the road.

Heimoto Wu suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I heard my father say that the shopkeeper of your tribe's herb workshop is a very interesting guy, let me visit him, is that shopkeeper really interesting?" ”

Herb workshop, the beams on the beams of the house are a little black because of the heavy rain, a screen with a big hole missing in the middle is erected in the middle of the house, a table is placed in the middle, and the broken screen will collapse as long as it is gently pushed, and the medicine shop must have the appearance of a pharmacy, even if it is to make a living. Sitting at the door was a big man with tight muscles, with a king character looming on his forehead, and his body was taller than Pingbenwu, he was a tiger clan, with strong blood and terrifying energy, and a cultivation of the blood realm. The shopkeeper is an old man with braids, his blood is not obvious, as if he is exhausted, but his eyes are very bright and very spiritual, and the pheasant asked his grandfather Qing Wuheng when he was a child, why are those eyes so divine. Qing Wuheng's face stiffened and said that those who have that kind of eyes are guys who can work hard for a copper coin, and warned Qing Pheasant not to learn. The most expensive amethyst coin on the mainland, 1 amethyst coin = 100 red crystal coin = 1000 gold coins, 1 gold coin = 100 silver coin = 10000 copper coins, 1 copper coin = 100 red copper coin = 10000 copper coin, copper coin is the smallest currency in the mainland, and the use of copper coins to trade generally does not care about the number of dozens of copper coins, because this is a fraction of what can be dispensed without. Unless it is very poor will care about these, at that time the pheasant did not understand what it meant, knowing that when he was eight years old, he saw a clansman go to buy herbs, because he ran out of the door with two copper coins and was chased by the doorkeeper with the shopkeeper of the herb shop for four hours, and finally the money for selling the medicine was to ask the old man who set up the stall to borrow two copper coins, when the old man looked at the miserable clansman with sympathetic eyes, smiled and gave the clansman five copper coins and told him that he did not have to pay them back. The pheasant looked at the clansman and nodded as if he had seen his father, thanked the old man who was setting up the stall, and gave two copper coins to the crazy herb shop shopkeeper, and the incident was over.

At that time, the pheasant gave the herb shop manager a label that had no bottom line, and it was not really bottomless, because the bottom line of this shot was simply outrageous.

"This kind of person can still open a herb shop! My father asked me to find the shopkeeper for a meeting gift. It's just a nuisance to me, I'm going to go back and find that old guy to theorize. Ping Ben Wu suddenly laughed and looked at the pheasant as if he had thought of something interesting, "When I go back, I rub some mud on my body, go back to my dad theory, he doesn't admit it, I will find my grandfather theory, and when the time comes, just compensate me a few catties of natural treasures to try it, haha." ”

The pheasant looked at this friend who was thinking about the pit father, "It is worthy of being a father and son, the old one is small, and the little one thinks about the old one." The pheasant just thought in his heart and didn't say anything.

An hour later, the pheasant stood in front of the door of the herb workshop, and there was a big man from the Tiger clan sitting at the door, sitting cross-legged on the chair and picking his left foot, very "dragging", but the cultivation of the Ming Blood Realm was really there, and the green pheasant bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Uncle Tiger is good." "Ping Ben didn't dare to be presumptuous, he felt a very dangerous feeling from the body of the big man who picked his feet, it was also the Ming Blood Realm, and the blood concentration of the big man was comparable to that of the master in the early stage of Gathering Spirits. The big man glanced up at the pheasant, and waved his hand to let them in. Very disrespectful, the pheasant didn't care about this disrespect, and took the flat book into the herb shop. Heimoto was very angry, and was dragged into the herb shop by the pheasant, he turned his head to look at the big man who picked his feet, and the big man who picked his feet also opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up directly, and he quickly turned his head. Bleeding cold sweat, he followed the pheasant to the house, and the big man who picked his feet closed his eyes again, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the seniors took pleasure in teasing the juniors. The herb shop is very large and has two floors, the air is filled with a very bad smell of herbs, the shopkeeper stands behind the table in the middle of the screen, holding his chin and dozing off, today's business is not very good, the whole tribe lives with more than a thousand creatures, who can get hurt every day, the pheasant pulled Ping Ben Wu to the broken screen, Ping Ben Wu limbs are a little stiff, the shadow of that glance is a little big, he looked at this rumored madman shopkeeper, two mustaches under his nose to cover his upper lip, there are not many wrinkles on his face, and he is well maintained, but it is a little strange that an old man can maintain this skin type without sensing any cultivation, There is a round lens on the eye that I don't know what material is polished, and there are two gold wires on the ear to support the lens, and the body is similar to a pheasant. "Senior, I want to buy some herbs. The pheasant spoke. In this case, Ping Ben was not a little worried, he was worried that the madman shopkeeper would be woken up and lose his temper, he was very afraid of the big man outside, and he still didn't come to his senses.

There was no outburst of anger, the shopkeeper stretched his waist very calmly, yawned, opened his eyes, and in the somewhat dim room seemed to shoot out two bright lights, Heimoto rubbed his eyes and thought that he had seen it wrong, and then opened his eyes to see that the shopkeeper's eyes were not as dazzling as just now, but they were still very bright, too bright, as if he couldn't see the pupils but there were two pieces of transparent amber embedded in his eyes, the shopkeeper walked to the cabinet where the herbs were stored and picked up the small name on the table and pushed the pheasant's shoulder, the meaning was obvious, he wasn't sure if it was true just now, the pheasant didn't pay attention to him, and said"Light spirit grass, phantom spirit grass each buy a little ......" then the pheasant also said a few kinds of medicinal materials, the pheasant said the name of the shopkeeper while grabbing, the big cabinet containing the herbs lined up with hundreds of cabinets, the boss has not stopped the process of catching the medicine, very fast, the shopkeeper knows the location of the herbs very clearly.

"Maguo, that's all. The pheasant calmly finished the name of the herb, he said the name of more than thirty kinds of herbs, and the shopkeeper had just finished grabbing the last herb when he finished speaking. Heimoto was stunned by the side, surprised by the speed of the shopkeeper, and at the same time, he was unbelievable about the memory of the pheasant, and said more than thirty kinds of herbs in a row without repeating the same without thinking, everything was too smooth, as if it should be said like that. Heimoto didn't know anything about medicinal herbs, but he knew that the two guys in front of him who could do this definitely belonged to the monster-level memory.

The shopkeeper put the medicine on the table behind the broken screen, "1 red copper 860 copper coins." The shopkeeper spoke, and his voice was very strange, a little sharp, and it sounded strange from the mouth of the old shopkeeper. The pheasant took out a dragon-patterned money bag from his arms, took out two dim red flakes of copper from it and handed them to the shopkeeper, which was the mainland's currency, red copper coins. "The rest of the money will come next time, let's find it together. The pheasant said with a smile.

After the two teenagers came out of the herb workshop, they walked on the way to come, and the expression of the flat was still a little stiff, the sun was very warm, maybe it was warmed by the sun, and the flat book sighed and said, "Monster, monster, this hand calculation ability is simply the top move to pull the wind after learning the hand." After a pause, "The shopkeeper didn't use the abacus just now, and just said it, indicating that he started to calculate it when he grabbed the medicine." "I looked at the pheasant. The pheasant looked down at something.

"If this kind of computing power is applied to battle, it is very scary to think about it," said the pheasant after thinking for a while. Heimoto no laughed, "You guy has always spoken like an old man in the clan, saying something you don't understand all day long, how can your calculation power be used in battle." The pheasant didn't wait for Hei Ben to finish speaking, waved his hand and said, "Let's fight." ”

Heimoto was not stunned, he had never seen a pheasant fight since he was a child, and even when he heard that Qinglie had lost one of his arms by the pheasant, he was thinking that it was the clansmen who spread the rumor. He touched the pheasant's forehead and said, "Xiaozhi, are you really sick and confused, what if I don't control it and destroy you." "Ping Ben didn't say anything, he is the young master of the Mighty Bull Demon Tribe plus the top combat power of the younger generation, he has cultivated the top exercises of the tribe since he was a child, and it is difficult to control the strength when he releases his own blood and qi.

"We don't release the blood gas, we just rely on the flesh. The pheasant said in a calm tone.

"That's not good, I've been practicing since I was a child, and the whole tribe is stronger than me except for those old monsters, I'm afraid no one is stronger than me, and your little strength is almost the same as tickling me. "Pingben didn't say anything very seriously, not to mock the pheasant, but to state a fact. The green pheasant took a step forward, appeared directly dozens of meters away, looked back at Ping Ben and said lightly, "I'm also Qing Wuheng's grandson, I don't have any skills, how to mix, hurry up and keep up, go to the Mulei compound." ”

Heimoto didn't look at the pheasant's step just now, "I know what a powerful body method, how come I have never seen this kind of body method, when did I practice, it is hidden deep enough." Thinking so in his heart, he shouted loudly, "You kid has deceived me for so many years! After saying that, he took a step to catch up.