Zhou Ran's excited face was a little distorted, the bonfire can attract special talents, this information is on the description of the bonfire, but just looking at the probability of one or two strings of 0 after the decimal point, Zhou Ran knew that this kind of thing would basically not happen to him who belonged to a non-chief.

But he didn't expect that he would still have a day to run, but after going out to explore for four or five days, the territory was really attracted by the bonfire to such a strange person.

Taking Zhou Ouran out of his small bamboo shed, Yan Feishuang, who walked in front of Zhou Ran, explained: "It was the night of two days ago, and I was teaching some primitive people who had already found the sense of qi to continue to explore the qi absorption technique, and I wanted them to quickly break through the qi acceptance layer. ”

Memories of Yan Feishuang————

Looking at the seven or eight wild stone spearmen in front of him with a frown, Yan Feishuang felt very helpless in his heart, the most important reason why the Qi Acceptance Technique would be promoted by various sects in the Beacon Fire Era was because the Qi Acceptance Technique was really good to cultivate.

Even if it is an old man who has never been in contact with martial arts, after casually groping, he can also find a sense of qi, if there is a person with a little strength to mention a few words next to him, then this person will definitely be able to cultivate to the level of 1 or 2 layers.

But maybe because of the limitations of the primordial era, these primitives really don't have any talent for cultivation, and when they touched the sense of qi, there were also Yan Feishuang who taught them by himself, and they didn't even enter the Qi Formation Layer for three days in a row.

Don't look at Yan Feishuang being extracted by Zhou Ran as a comprehensive general, but if he is thrown into the Beacon Fire Era, his internal qi cultivation and personal talent can basically be regarded as a core disciple of a second-rate sect, and he must be an inner disciple in a first-class sect.

But even if Yan Feishuang tried his best to teach, these primitive people still looked confused and ignorant, basically feeling like you were reviewing with a textbook.

Open the book, Ma Dongmei.

Okay, I understand, close the book, emmm Sun Honglei?

Yan Feishuang felt that what she had taught was about to collapse, she asked these primitive people to take a rest, and she adjusted her emotions herself, just as she was about to say this, an old voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Wrong, wrong, these savages are not enlightened, and it is difficult for them to understand the verbal teachings, so it is better to let them actually experience it," this old voice came from far and near, and the sound seemed to be tied up by a wire, and only entered the ears of Yan Feishuang, and in Yan Feishuang's ears, this voice was considered loud, but the others did not seem to hear it.

Transmission of sound into the ear, if it is a monk, then this ability is not very profound, even if it is a monk in the foundation building period, it can also be transmitted into the ear, but if it is a martial artist, it is terrible, either the internal strength of the body is very pure, and has entered the innate state, or the internal force is extremely powerful, like the vast rivers and seas, otherwise it will not be able to support the consumption of sound transmission into the ear.

Yan Feishuang pulled out the knife from his waist almost instantly, and the bright silver internal qi adhered to the knife body, forming a thin layer, as if it was shrouded in the frost of the moon.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Yan Feishuang looked left and right, her eyes were like electricity, but she couldn't see any suspicious shadows, this search made her even have a little cold sweat on her forehead.

Her eyesight is not bad, even if it is night, she can see things within 300 steps, and if this person transmits the voice to her from 300 steps away, then her skill is estimated to be even stronger than Yan Feishuang imagined.

"I don't know which senior came at night, if you can, please come out and tell us!" Yan Feishuang inserted the knife back into the scabbard, hugged her hands in front of her and arched her hand respectfully, a martial artist of this level, she would definitely not be able to take it alone, and it would be easy to deal with him if she coaxed him out.

But she didn't expect that person to embarrass her, just after Yan Feishuang finished saying this, a figure appeared in the dim range of the firelight, and then those wild stone spearmen reacted, but under Yan Feishuang's order, they did not immediately attack, but stared at this figure with fierce eyes.

As the figure gradually approached, the wild stone spearmen and Yan Feishuang were finally able to see his appearance clearly, he was an old man who looked like he was in his 60s, with a rickety body, his face was covered with gray-white beard, his hair was messy like weeds, and his dry and yellow skin was covered with some dust and mud.

Of course, this is Yan Feishuang who has improved the image of this person in her heart, otherwise she will think that this person is a homeless man, of course, Yan Feishuang did not do it immediately, the main reason is because although this old man is not very good-looking, and he can't see how kind and friendly he is, but he is wearing a gray short.

In the primitive era, linen cloth represented absolute strength, without enough military and economic support, no primitive tribe had spare time to study the textile industry, so the vast majority of primitive tribes of savages were wearing animal skins.

Even Liu Qingkong and Zhou Ran at this time are the same, even the clothes she wore when she was defending were also what she was wearing when she was extracted, and when she washed this clothes, she could only wear animal skins.

But the old man was indeed wearing a gray skit, which was even more shocking than wearing a linen suit, you must know that pure linen was yellow, even if the gray stub on the old man was not very good-looking, but the gray color had already proved that it had been dyed.

Yan Feishuang frowned slowly, she didn't think that this old man had escaped from a very wealthy primitive tribe, even if the primitive people could use the power of totems, and there were some witches who could use strange abilities, but no one knew such a thing as internal qi.

Since this old man understands internal qi, it proves that he is definitely not a character of the primitive era, and then feels the warmth of the bonfire behind him, Yan Feishuang understands, this old man must be a special person attracted by the special power of the bonfire.

A gentle smile appeared on her face, Yan Feishuang planned to change the method of contact, she staggered her body and motioned to the old man to sit next to the bonfire, "This senior, do you want to sit down and roast the fire?" ”

And the old man also gladly accepted Yan Feishuang's invitation, he simply sat by the fire and roasted the fire, and even enjoyed the barbecue brought by the primitive people.