"Everyone, you are all the hope of my Huang Xian clan, no matter what the situation you encounter later, you must try to express your words clearly."

"Language has the effect of mobilizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, every time you speak one more word clearly, you will have a greater chance to get rid of the identity of the demon beast and be promoted!"

Xuancai Mountain Range, Huangxian Ridge, the demon beast Huangxian clan who have lived in it for generations ushered in the big day of the triennial.

On the hunting grounds, small furry creatures of light brown, orange and brown were standing, lying on their stomachs, or curled up in groups, listening to the admonitions of the family elders.

In the dark facial lines, the black pearl-like eyes revealed a look of nervousness, excitement and impatience.

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For generations, the Yellow Immortal clan has taken it as their responsibility to fade away from the identity of demon beasts and promote immortal beasts and divine beasts.

In this world, their race is characterized by the ability to rely on the promises of other species, amplify the power of words, and maximize the use of spiritual power in the atmosphere to strengthen themselves.

This skill will help them trick their prey and achieve the hunting goals they need for daily survival, allowing their race to survive to this day.

Until one day in the past, a once the most respected elder of the family, who was unfortunately hit hard in a hunt, left a will:

He hopes that his descendants will not be limited to the internal exchanges in this small world, but also strive to learn the languages of other species, and go out of this mountain range to see the more distant world.

It is best to be able to gradually grasp the laws contained in the atmospheric spiritual power through continuous training, and finally let yourself transcend the limitation of the lifespan of living beings.

The beasts in the family remembered the words of the elders and made provisions with reference to the secret methods left by the elders, and each young animal received the most basic hunting and survival education, and also learned the language of other species, and did its best to express it.

After that, the elders will take them to the edge of the territory and ask for the title from the "destined person".

Well-trained little yellow fairies will propose one or more definitions to the well-wishers passing by, and if they receive a positive answer, effective contact with the outside world will greatly increase their skills; But if the expression is not clear, or they look away when they stop people, they will also pay a certain price, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The success of the confession means that their beasts will be transformed.

The little yellow fairies will have the opportunity to fade into their beast bodies and transform into other species of their choice, or switch between the two forms as they wish; The extra spiritual power in their bodies can also help them mobilize the spiritual power of heaven and earth more conveniently and cause changes around them.

What's more, they can advance from "demon beasts" to different levels of creatures.

They are able to live more freely in this world, and live a happy life that is different from that of the losers.

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The elder who was in charge of leading these children to ask for the seal had a serious face.

Outside the hunting ground, more Mao Tuan, who had not yet arrived, or who had not succeeded in the previous few times, held their breath, and all of them were even more nervous than the Huang Immortals concerned.

The "family hopes" in the field are not only the future of them, but also the past them.

This event, which is held every three years, will actually become a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for most Yellow Immortals due to the changes in the spiritual power contained in the individual's body.

Some Huang Xian, after the failure, returned to the family to study hard, and in the end they were only disappointed again.

Among these demon beasts, a small yellow fairy with a light sand-brown color was looking left and right.

Two small, round ears stand on either side of the head, catching the sound transmitted in the wind.

His younger brother, the youngest of the six sons of their family, should also stand in the hunting grounds at this time to receive the pre-emptible education of the elders.

Here's the problem...... He's not there.

"Little Liu!"

The little yellow fairy let out a squeaky cry and at the same time radiated the spiritual power in his body, looking for a mischievous little beast that tried to move.

In the snow outside the hunting ground, between the two roots of the tree that are exposed to the surface, there is a hairy ball, his coat color is in harmony with the surrounding snow, and his tail is tightly held between the soles of his feet.

Fang Nuo heard his brother's call.

A little bad spiritual energy drifted into his nose in the wind, causing him to sneeze, which also revealed his whereabouts.

A blob of light sandy brown hair staggered to the root of the tree above him, grinning and letting out a few low noises, as if to warn him to stop playing tricks and hurry up to cooperate with the elders of the clan.

"I don't want to go." He told his brother in the language of the clan.

Once the negotiation is successful, Huangxian Ling will not be able to accommodate them, these future "divine beasts" and "fairy beasts", and they will have to leave the comfortable environment and go to the outside world to make a living independently.

Fang Nuo's parents were far away from the nest in this way, and he was taken care of by his older brothers and sisters who were in the front of the line, the elder brother was his father, the eldest sister was his mother, and the other elders in the clan were his teachers and benefactors.

He couldn't bear them.

"Don't do that, Little Six." This elder brother of his, who is a typical failure in the family, has his own bitterness when he hears this.

Because I feel that no matter how blessed I am, it is not a good thing, and I either continue to annoy my younger brother, or I disagree with the elders who want the younger generation to succeed in public.

"Everyone has your back, you are our hope." That's all he can say.

"We'll be together forever."

Hearing this, Fang Nuo, who was already self-defeating, couldn't refute anything, he really couldn't resist his brother's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he responded weakly and crawled out of the hiding place slowly.

Shaking the snow off his body, the crystal hair reflected a faint colored brilliance, Fang Nuo reluctantly followed his brother, chasing after the large army that had already set off.

From afar, they saw many large and small heterochromatic hair balls squatting in the snow, which were other elders of the clan who had come to see off the juniors.

The white snow disappeared at the feet of the Yellow Immortals, replaced by an earth-gray "end stone wall" and a winding gravel road that spread out of nowhere under the stone wall.

The surrounding area was shrouded in foggy weather, and this was the ability of a certain Yellow Immortal Elder to "swallow clouds and spit mist" at work.

The young beasts from the previous group had scattered and began to search the fog for creatures of destiny - preferably humans who often passed through the mountains.

In this way, you can become a human yourself, and many little beasts think so.

You can have a higher field of vision, a stronger body, and no need to be afraid of falcons or other predators soaring through the sky.

Their Yellow Immortal Clan's abilities can also be used to excel under that appearance, make friends, and gain greater power from the language of the creatures around them, fulfilling the last wish of that ancestor.

Fang Nuo's brother explained to the elder the reason for his tardiness, and then, like a duck on the shelf, Fang Nuo was pushed onto the gravel road in the fog.

"You'll make it!" After not seeing the back of the awkward brother, the elder brother expressed the blessing that had been brewing for a long time.

It's always good to be stronger and live more freely, and he hopes that Fang Nuo will have a smooth conclusion.

Fang Nuo stayed in the fog with his fingers out of sight, unsure if his fellow clansmen would be able to observe his every move, but instead of being distracted by these things, he leaned on the surface, sensing the tremor of the ground and listening to the movements nearby.

After a while, a crisp hoof sound "da-da" reached his ears, and he jumped up from the ground out of nervousness, and suddenly found that the surrounding fog had faded a lot, and he guessed that the elders were cooperating with his actions.

The next moment, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove into his field of vision, and the driver slowed down due to the foggy weather, which also allowed him to avoid the unfortunate end of being trampled and turned into meat as soon as he came out of the house.

"What's going on up ahead?"

There was a clear voice in the carriage in front of him, and Fang Nuo could tell that it was a human questioning, and then, the corresponding reply followed:

"It's foggy...... Besides, there seems to be something on the road ahead, do you want me to go over and make sure, ma'am? ”

“…… I'll do it. The first voice sounded again, "Don't bother you, please deal with the problem of driving with peace of mind, and don't worry about this little thing on the road." ”

A short time later, a cloaked and hooded figure stepped out of the fog, the heels of his tall boots clucking against the gravel road.

Fang Nuo was excited, and hurriedly followed the instructions of the elders of the clan, straightened up and opened his arms—something was wrong—arms stretched forward—it felt weird—it didn't matter, just stand up and make the other party pay attention to him.

"Oh?" A voice as melodious as a silver bell flowed from under the other's hood, and his tone was full of wonder at what he was looking at.

"You ......" Fang Nuo visibly felt the feedback of atmospheric spiritual power as the first pronunciation in a language that didn't belong to his own race came out of his throat.

Is this the effect of a secret method that has been passed down in the clan for a long time? Is this begging for a seal?

"You-" Hopefully, he plucked up his courage and uttered the two definitions he had prepared, "look at me, like a human or like an immortal?" ”

“？” The human under the cloak didn't seem to understand, but she did spot the little creature in front of her in a posture of teeth and claws, "The thing the coachman said was blocking the way, you little one, right?" ”

"It's so cute."

“……？”

"Look at me—" Fang Nuo was a little anxious, was his study time still too short, and his speech was too inarticulate to communicate between different races?

"Like a human or like an immortal?" He raised his voice.

As long as the other party gives an affirmative answer, then even if the petition is successful, he will not lose.

"I think you look like ......" Thankfully, the other party seemed to hear and understood.

Fang Nuo ran a few steps in the direction of the human, and then, as if remembering something, continued to straighten up, expecting a reply from the cloaked human.

Unbeknownst to him, the other party suddenly leaned down, put his hands towards him, and grabbed him directly.

Fang Nuo: "?! ”

"Poor little fellow, it's freezing, are you separated from your parents?"

As the different sounds of the words came out of the human mouth one after another, Fang Nuo could feel that the spiritual power in his body was constantly draining.

"In that case, let me take care of you until your parents come to your door." The other man said to himself, "If you are left behind, soon, you will have a new home." ”

"It's a beautiful thing."

Wait, wait...... Fang Nuo sensed that the fog around him was gradually dissipating, and he hurried to make a final effort, even if it was to make the careless human in front of him realize that he had intelligence!

[Malice from the World +70]

What was that? Fang Nuo, who felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, waved his limbs wildly in the cloaked human hands, and even gnawed the other party's fingers with his upper teeth, hoping that she could let go of herself and return to her relatives.

However, the little guy who was only picked up was not accustomed to human warmth and hugs, and after pulling open the pocket sewn into the cloak and stuffing Fang Nuo inside, he hurried back to the carriage, where the coachman she hired was still waiting for her.

Fang Nuo struggled to stick his head out of his pocket, only to find that the fog around him had cleared, and he had arrived in the carriage.

At the surprise of the cloaked human, he broke free from his pockets and quickly crawled to the window of the carriage—

I saw a few hairballs of similar hair color squatting scattered on the side of the road, among which it was supposed to be his brother, who seemed to have not come to his senses yet, so he couldn't curl up in time, blinking his eyes to see the carriage carrying his younger brother go away, leaving his face dusty and smoky.