Hearing what the old man said, Kong Laosan was silent for a long time, but he smiled bitterly, "It's not a secret, the situation of the younger generation is similar to that of the predecessor at the beginning, that's it, don't talk about this, the first time I came to this Xuan Demon City, the younger generation is a little curious about the demon clan exercises, I don't know if the predecessor can introduce one or two?"

The old man surnamed Shan also sighed lightly, as if he had expected it, and he didn't say anything, even if he was a human race, it was naturally impossible to provide additional help to Kong Laosan in the precarious situation, and it was already benevolent and righteous to be able to sit down and listen to what the other party said so kindly.

Shan Fei on the side couldn't bear it, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the old man waving his hand, "Fei'er, you go and get those demon clan exercises that we treasure in the stone drawer on the first floor, and by the way, bring some spiritual tea." ”

As he spoke, he drove Shan Fei out, and when Kong Laosan saw this, he didn't say anything more, just quietly sipping the tea in the cup.

"With all due respect, the demon clan exercises are really of little use to us Terran cultivators, most of our Terran cultivation exercises are to perceive the spiritual power of heaven and earth, communicate the aura with our own meridians and acupoints, nourish ourselves, gradually refine, and accumulate to a certain extent to naturally make breakthroughs. However, the form of the demon race is different, and the physical structure of our human cultivators is very different, our human race cultivation exercises are not suitable for the demon race, of course, some of the cultivation methods circulated by the demon race are also not suitable for the human race. I've collected the original cultivation techniques of the Bichon clan here, if you are interested, you can take it back and see one or two. ”

The old man surnamed Shan took a sip of tea and said softly.

It wasn't until this moment that Kong Laosan's heart was a little abrupt, "In this way, those demon clans have achieved cultivation, and most of them will change into the appearance of human races, but in fact, they are to adapt to the cultivation methods of our human race?"

"This old man doesn't know, maybe it has something to do with their bloodline. After all, most of the demon clan's cultivation relies on their own bloodline inheritance, and maybe there is something hidden in it that we don't know. ”

As he spoke, Shan Fei, who had originally left, came to the stone table with a wooden box and a pot of tea in his hand.

The wooden box was not large, about the size of two palms, and a thin layer, in which were placed several pieces of Terran characters rubbed on animal skins, apparently copied by hand.

"Brother Kong can take it to study and study. ”

As he spoke, he handed the animal skin to Kong Laosan.

However, with just a cup of tea, Kong Laosan smiled bitterly, put the animal skin back in the wooden box, and shook his head, "It's really not suitable for the cultivation of the human race, and it's impossible to even refer to it." ”

Hearing Kong Laosan say this, Shan Fei, who had never spoken, rolled his eyes, "Didn't Grandpa say that there are also some rumored mysterious exercises in the demon clan, not only the demon clan's hundred veins, but even our human race can cultivate?"

"That's just a rumor......"

The old man said lightly, but when he saw Kong Laosan's interested look, he opened his mouth to explain, "It is rumored that in ancient times, chaos first opened, all races stood side by side, and many innate inscriptions were born from the chaos. The demon clan continues to grow, some ancestors can create many mysterious exercises and secrets according to these inscriptions, all creatures in heaven and earth can be cultivated, and then somehow, the ancient inheritance is broken, and these exercises and secrets have disappeared in history, of course, these are just rumors left in ancient times, and who can know whether it is true or false. ”

"I see, by the way, I wonder if my predecessors can recognize these words?"

Kong Laosan said, recalling the text content in the animal skin scroll in his mind, and with a light twist of spiritual power between his fingers, he gathered water into words and rubbed them on the stone table.

"Is this text? It looks like a child's graffiti. ”

Seeing the five or six strange and crooked words drawn by Kong Laosan, the old man stared carefully for a long time before slowly shaking his head and speaking leisurely.

Hearing this, Kong Laosan didn't show any disappointment, after all, judging from the degree of damage to the animal skin fragment, it is obviously an extremely old antiquity, and tens of millions of demon clans have been ups and downs, even if it is a certain kind of demon clan's former words, I am afraid that it has long been sunk in the long river of history.

"Kong Daoyou, you don't have a place to live yet, do you? Why don't you just rest here for the next few days? By the way, tell me about some things about the human race in the outside world?"

Seeing that Kong Laosan and the two seemed to have finished talking, Shan Fei, who had been waiting a little impatiently on the side, hurriedly spoke, looking at Kong Laosan expectantly.

"yes, if I haven't found a place to live, I still have a few spare rooms here, but it's a little shabby. ”

The old man surnamed Shan also said with a smile, after all, there is only a handful of time in the entire Xuan Demon City to be able to meet the human cultivators, and now that there is a chance, the old man is also willing to fly solo and contact more human cultivators.

Kong Laosan couldn't think of where to go for a while, so he nodded, and then, under the enthusiastic greeting of Shan Fei, he walked towards the backyard of the Hundred Demon Pavilion, which was considered to be temporarily settled.

Now Kong Laosan has reached the realm of fake pills, and if he wants to break through to the Jiedan, he still needs a chance to do it, so he is not in a hurry to cultivate, these days, under the leadership of Solo Fei, Kong Laosan has already walked around some demon shops and streets, and in his spare time, he picked and chosen, and told a lot of some of the past things he had experienced in the abandoned land and the Cloud Sect.

Solo Fei, who had never been out of Xuan Demon City since he was a child, was extremely interested in these, but when Kong Laosan asked why Solo Fei didn't leave here and return to the human race, the originally cheerful Solo Fei suddenly fell silent, just shook his head, and did not explain anything.

In this regard, in addition to sighing in his heart, Kong Laosan did not ask too much, everyone has their own difficulties, and now they are also in trouble, and they really don't have too much energy to care about other things.

There are nearly six days left before the Demon Clan Auction Conference, and as an auction event that gathers the two clans once every three hundred years at the same time, countless human races and demon clans have come from all over the world.

Of course, almost all the Terran cultivators who can come here have reached the level of Jindan Ancestor, and even if Jindan Ancestor, there are very few people who can communicate alone, either with extraordinary means or with great background backers. There are also many Terran cultivators who have been coerced like Kong Laosan, but it is quite rare to have such freedom as Kong Laosan.

In a remote alley separated by two avenues in the Hundred Demon Pavilion, there is a small shop called "Bailing Brew", the owner of the small shop is a demon ape who has reached the eighth order, and has not completely taken off the demon body, the so-called "Bailing Brew" is just a fruit wine made from hundreds of spiritual fruits, which has a sweet taste, and has the effect of replenishing spiritual power and nourishing the meridians.

Since Kong Laosan discovered this small shop two days ago, he would come here on time every evening, pick up a pot of lark wine, and go back to taste it slowly.

On this day, not long after Kong Laosan walked out of the small shop with Bailing Brew, he seemed to notice something, his eyes looked into the alley on the left, and a figure was lying quietly on the ground, his face was pale, and on his chest, three black blood marks that seemed to be infected with poison had penetrated into the flesh and blood, and most of the robes on his body were torn, and his aura was even more decaying.

Seeing this, Kong Laosan glanced at him expressionlessly and was about to leave, but just as he moved his steps, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed on his face, and he came to the figure and looked at it carefully, his brows furrowed.

After thinking about it, he didn't leave immediately, but squatted down and probed his fingers into the wound on the man's chest.

After a while, Kong Laosan's expression relaxed slightly, his eyes were slightly closed, and the power of divine thought spread out from the center of his eyebrows, and as Kong Laosan's mind turned, the power of this divine thought quickly gathered and wrapped around Kong Laosan's fingers, and at the same time, Kong Laosan's hands suddenly pinched out a strange seal, and a little blood droplet flew out from between his fingers, and the filaments of divine thoughts, which were originally invisible to the naked eye, were instantly dyed with a layer of blood, and drilled into the body of the figure in front of him at a strange angle.

After doing this, Kong Laosan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the man's chest, the spiritual power in his body rolled slightly, and the toxin palm print on the man's chest seemed to dissolve, at the same time, Kong Laosan's fingers became black, after a full cup of tea, until all the toxins were absorbed into the body, Kong Laosan shook his somewhat dizzy head, took out a porcelain bottle from the storage bag, swallowed two pills, and spit it out directly on his knees.

An hour later, after the toxins in his body were completely decomposed by the Disillusionment Mantra and the Extreme Path Flame, Kong Laosan could only open his eyes.

"You saved me?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, a slightly weak voice came from behind him, Kong Laosan's heart shook slightly, he scolded himself secretly, and turned around with an unchanged expression.

"Hey, brother's face is a little familiar, have we seen it somewhere?"

Seeing Kong Laosan's face, the middle-aged man who had already woken up looked puzzled and couldn't help but speak.

"If the seniors have a good memory, they should remember that they were seriously injured by a fire spirit clone of your Zhao family ancestors in a deserted place more than twenty years ago, right?"

Kong Laosan said, but saw that the man in front of him seemed to think of something after a moment of confusion, and looked Kong Laosan up and down again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Hehe, you are the cultivator in the foundation building period in the forest at the beginning, right? What did you save me this time? ”

The man in front of him is the seventh uncle of the Zhao family, Zhao Chengyun, who had a relationship with each other.

"I don't have any purpose, I just make a good relationship in advance. ”

Kong Laosan pondered for a moment and slowly spoke.