As Ah Gong murmured as if singing, Jiang Cheng suddenly had an unprecedented peace, Jiang Cheng didn't even know when he walked out of Ah Gong's wooden house, he was still awakened by the black-faced stone iron.

"Brother Cheng, tell me quickly, what is your battle spirit, what grade?"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng proudly raised his head and replied, "Yellow rank lower grade, mountain boar!"

In Shi Tie's surprised gaze, Jiang Cheng strode towards his residence, entering the mountain, but he needed to prepare well.

What Jiang Cheng didn't know was that after he left Ah Gong's wooden house in a daze, Song Yue, who had always been weak in front of people, suddenly broke in from another room.

"Ah Gong, Brother Jiang Cheng has just obtained the Battle Spirit, even if he is the most outstanding young hunter in our clan, but now you let him go to Zhuwang Slope, isn't this too risky? Last year, even Uncle Zhao, who inherited the fivefold Grace Realm, was seriously injured, and to this day, he still has a broken leg!"

Ah Gong's eyes looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "Child, you have also seen the reaction of Bai Hun Bu, not to mention the levy of New Year's food, and even directly held an eight-tribe martial arts competition without convention."

Ask revenants under the age of eighteen to participate, you say, what are they going to do?

Jiang Cheng is not as lucky as you, he can't hide, the challenge he is about to face is definitely more terrifying than facing a fierce beast, even life and death!"

Song Yue was puffing out her cheeks, and her twenty-eight years of crisp breasts were rising and falling violently: "However, but he can only enter the double level of the Chengen realm, you should at least let him cultivate to reach the third level of the Chengen realm, or go to the ancestral spirit hall to learn one or two life-saving battle soul skills, grandpa." ”

"You say, how long does it take for a battle soul of the lower grade of the Yellow Order to ascend from the second level of the Chengen Realm to the third level of the Chengen Realm?

The Baihun only gave him three months.

As for the Battle Spirit Technique"

Speaking of this, Ah Gong sighed: "Jiang Cheng's boar battle soul is really extremely rare, my clan's ancestral spirit totem pole has not given a similar war soul before, and correspondingly, there is no battle soul skill suitable for this kind of war soul in the ancestral spirit hall."

Song Yue's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, "Then I'll go with him!"

"Song Yue'er, didn't you also hear what I just said?"

Seeing that her thoughts were blocked by Ah Gong, Song Yue couldn't help but feel a little angry, some smart eyes turned, and as soon as she stomped her feet, she swept over the hillside with her back on the other side, her body was extremely agile, and there was no trace of squeamishness in front of people!

The next day, when it was still dark, a young man with a suitcase, a hunting bow on his shoulder, and a hunting knife in his hand left the gate of the Geshan tribe, and then headed all the way south, heading towards the dark Geshan.

This young man is naturally Jiang Cheng, who has been thinking hard all night.

Jiang Cheng used to be a high school student and had some knowledge.

After returning to his residence last night, Jiang Cheng tried every possible way to test the black tower pillar that could appear in his mind as soon as he contemplated.

However, no matter what Jiang Cheng did, the black pillar did not react.

That is, the black tower pillar is empty, and there is no entity in the shadows, otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have the heart to take it out and pour it with fire and water.

As for why this black tower pillar appeared in his body, and the fact that he was not a member of the Geshan clan or even a being of this world, he could actually obtain a battle soul, Jiang Cheng was also puzzled.

All night, the only thing Jiang Cheng found was his boar battle spirit, every time it came out of the ** of this black tower pillar, Jiang Cheng had never heard of such a thing, this black tower pillar, in Jiang Cheng's mind, became more and more mysterious.

Jiang Cheng's bag is not big.

Five years is enough time for Jiang Cheng to grow into a qualified mountain and forest hunter, and even the adult warriors in the clan are not as good as Jiang Cheng in the mountains and forests, as long as they are in the mountains and forests, Jiang Cheng will definitely not starve to death.

In his bag, there was only some salt, a map of animal skins, a few herbs to stop bleeding, a few pieces of dried meat that Shi Tie had prepared for him, and the dung of beasts that drove away insects and beasts at night.

"Who?"

Suddenly, Jiang Chengjing, who had just turned into the mountain pass, stood on the spot, the hunting knife in his hand was raised instantly, and at the mountain pass, a black shadow stood there, seeping into the darkness.

"Hey, Brother Jiang Cheng, I'm scared, Jing Juexing is not bad!"

The laughter like a silver bell sounded, and Jiang Jianli breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, his expression became nervous: "Songyue, why did you come here, there are dozens of miles away from the clan village, you come here alone, it's too dangerous, go, I'll send you back!"

"Don't worry, I called Shi Tie and them to accompany me. As soon as he heard that the young man was going to send him back, Songyue couldn't help but be anxious.

"What about Shi Tie?" Jiang Cheng's eyes searched, full of suspicion.

"I didn't let them come, give!" As he spoke, Songyue handed Jiang Cheng a package.

Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled: "What is this?"

"This is the feces of the Flame Tiger that Grandpa treasured, which can allow you to rest at ease on the periphery of the Beihun Mountains.

This is the red string knife I stole from my grandfather, and it is ten times better than the hunting knife in your hand. Songyue smiled, and the long wind danced with the wind in the night breeze, picturesque.

Jiang Cheng, who heard this, smiled bitterly, this is 100% deliberately stolen by Ah Gong to Songyue, how can Song Yue steal the things that Ah Gong treasured?

Moreover, this red-stringed knife is a sacrificial weapon of the Geshan tribe, and every year during the harvest sacrifice, the guild uses this red-string knife to cut off the heads of the living sacrifice beasts, sharpening the iron like clay, extremely sharp, and other idlers should not use it lightly!

The girl spit out her fragrant tongue and made a grimace, then stretched out her arms, slapped her heels at Jiang Cheng, and then looked at Jiang Cheng fixedly.

This posture made Jiang Cheng embarrassed.

This is when he told Matsutsuki an anecdote a few years ago, he made a bet with them that he could hug Matsutsuki, and then he went to Matsutsuki and made up an anecdote by the way, saying that this kind of hug is the most sincere etiquette between friends.

However, since that time, Songyue's gaze at Jiang Cheng was sometimes weird, which made Jiang Cheng feel exposed, and he never mentioned this kind of 'etiquette' again.

Now it makes his cheeks a little feverish.

Without waiting for Jiang Cheng to be embarrassed, Song Yue suddenly stepped forward, just like Jiang Cheng had taught her before, and gently hugged Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng, I'll wait for you to come back and continue to tell me Journey to the West." ”

The girl's slightly straight breasts and the aroma of the blue musk deer made Jiang Cheng's heart beat a few times, and even when the girl left his arms, his fingers were extremely heavy on the back of his neck, and Jiang Cheng didn't notice anything wrong.

Then, without waiting for Jiang Cheng to say anything, the girl disappeared into the night with that hint of fragrance.

With the residual fragrance in his arms, Jiang Cheng continued to march towards Geshan.

For Jiang Cheng, Geshan is like his own back garden, and he has been with his clan countless times in the past five years, picking medicines, picking wild fruits, and laying traps.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng, who had obtained a greatly improved strength of the battle spirit, was like an ape, walking swiftly along the path in Geshan.

When the morning sun was rising, Jiang Chengcheng had already crossed Geshan and stepped into the thorny Beihun Mountains, and his speed slowed down suddenly.

Fortunately, this is still the periphery of the Beihun Mountains, and the footprints of the soul warriors of the Geshan tribe have also dabbled in them from time to time, leaving some markers, Jiang Chengcheng followed these special markers, looked at the animal skin map, and approached the destination Zhuwang Slope.

Entering the periphery of the Beihun Mountains, there is a different scene immediately, and the rarer medicinal herbs on the Geshan Mountains, such as Kudzu root and bitter cloves, can be seen everywhere in the Beihun Mountains.

However, medicinal herbs like Gegen are not Jiang Cheng's goal now, Ah Gong once said that in the Beihun Mountains, there are some extremely cherished medicinal herbs.

Sometimes, dozens of herbs, or even one or two, can be exchanged for truckloads of food supplies.

Jiang Cheng also hoped that he could help the tribe.

In five years, Ah Gong's teaching and the care of the clansmen have made Jiang Cheng regard the Geshan tribe as his home.

"Huh, the three-leaf is like a sword, with teeth, the leaves are red and the roots are green, and one palm is high, which is ten years of sword leaf grass. ”

Seeing a medicinal herb in the bushes, Jiang Cheng hurried to pick it, he remembered that last year, the patriarch and they picked twenty strains of sword leaf grass, and in the market, they exchanged for a cart of grain.

Although it was said to be a quick step, but after approaching three steps, Jiang Cheng walked extremely slowly, and the red string knife in his hand slowly moved forward, slowly picking towards the clover.

In this kind of grass, the most afraid of snakes to hide.

With a soft snort, a line of fire slammed towards Jiang Chengdang's chest.

The sword flashed, and the fiery snake suddenly broke into three.

Looking at the fire snake that was slashed to death by him, Jiang Cheng's chest was faintly painful, a year ago, on Geshan, a fire snake almost killed Jiang Cheng.

But now, this fire snake, the light one, was killed by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng threw the broken fire snake into the snakeskin pocket on his waist, this thing, in the mountains and forests, is delicious, and then picked the ten-year-old sword leaf grass.

Maybe it was because he was in a hurry, and the sword leaf blade, which was as sharp as a sword, actually scratched the back of Jiang Cheng's hand.

The moment the blood on the back of his hand leached out and was stained with sword leaf grass, Jiang Cheng only felt a sudden shock in his mind, and the black tower pillar that he had tried countless times last night without the slightest movement suddenly turned around.

In this moment, the sword leaf grass that had just been stained with Jiang Cheng's blood began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly withering into ashes and dissipating with the wind.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng was stunned on the spot.

He didn't expect that the mysterious Black Tower Pillar would move at this time.

Jiang Cheng, who felt that the opportunity was rare, began to try to urge the black tower pillar, wanting to take this opportunity to find out the mystery of the black tower pillar that mysteriously appeared in his mind.

But to Jiang Cheng's frustration, he tried in place for nearly half an hour, and the wounds on the back of his hand were scarred, and the black tower pillar still didn't move, as if there was no movement just now.

Not to mention finding the Sword Leaf Grass that was devoured by the Black Tower.

The attempt was fruitless, and Jiang Cheng could only move on.

So Xin Jiangcheng has the animal skin map given by Ah Gong, and he can avoid those powerful fierce beast gathering places all the way, and go straight to the Pig King Slope.

Before dark, Jiang Cheng found an abandoned tree hole, and after eating some homemade barbecue on the road, he sprinkled a little Flame Tiger feces at the entrance of the cave and began to cultivate.

After obtaining the Battle Soul, the route of the heat flow in the Battle Soul Bead is the practice route of every soul martial artist when he cultivates.

They call it spiritual power.

Every soul martial artist must diligently cultivate spiritual power, strengthen himself, strengthen his battle soul, and improve his realm, and Jiang Cheng is no exception.

Counting it up, this is Jiang Cheng's second time cultivating.

As Ah Gong taught, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and concentrated his strength, and his battle spirit, the beast-shaped phantom of the mountain boar, immediately came out of the black tower pillar.

A stream of red sè heat the thickness of a grain of rice began to gush out from the only battle soul bead of the mountain boar's battle soul, that is, Jiang Cheng's heart, and under Jiang Cheng's active urging, it began to swim in Jiang Cheng's body along a specific route.

But at the moment when the heat flowed out of Jiang Cheng's heart, Jiang Cheng tried the black tower pillar hundreds of times without any movement, and moved again without warning.

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