"You girl is so ignorant, is that the Blue Emperor Platform you want to climb when you want?" Elder Xing suddenly raised his face and said, "My Ten Thousand Beasts Valley is a great sect that has been inherited for 10,000 years, and now the four Jindan Ancestors have gathered in Wild Wolf Town and made a special trip to come for you, what a privilege is this? You dare to say that you are not in a hurry to ascend that platform? Do you want the ancestors to wait for you with their eyes open?"

The higher Elder Xing's voice grew, Yin's little head drooped lower and lower, until his chin rested on his chest. Elder Xing saw that the heat was almost over, and secretly glanced at Deacon Wang, who took over the conversation with understanding, and said softly: "Xiaoxiao, I know that you are worried about your Brother Yin Qin, but have you ever thought about how disappointed Brother Yin Qin would be if Brother Yin Qin knew your current appearance? In case because of your willfulness, you anger the ancestor and delay your immortal journey, how can you be worthy of Brother Yin Qin?"

Deacon Wang paused for a moment, and saw Yin Xiaoxiao hanging his head and shoulders slightly shrugged, and he was secretly happy in his heart: "In the end, it is a female doll who has nothing to do, and with a fire, maybe you can directly pull her into the door of the ancestor." ”

Elder Xing and Deacon Wang have also been partners for many years, and they have long had a tacit understanding with each other, and they restrained their anger a little: "There are less than two hours before the time to take the stage, you hurry up and make up your mind, don't procrastinate any longer." ”

Seeing that Yin Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembled even more when he heard this, Deacon Wang was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue and persuade a few more words, when an outer disciple in a blue shirt hurriedly ran over to report: "Two elders, the two are awake!"

"Kan Ertwo?"

"That's right, it's the one called Attentive, he's ...... Kan Er"

"Brother Yin Qin is awake!" Yin Xiaoxiao raised his head suddenly, his flushed face was full of surprise, ignoring the two elders, and urged the disciple again and again, "Where is Kan Er'er?" ”

Wasn't she crying just now? Why can't you see a single tear on her face? Deacon Wang and Elder Xing looked at each other, and at the same time they felt a feeling of crying and laughing in their hearts, but they didn't expect that this little girl seemed to be well-behaved, but she was also a ghost!

What they don't know is that Yin Xiaoxiao really doesn't have as many eyes as they think, it's just that she hasn't loved to cry since she was a child, in the words of Yin Gongzi, in addition to being attentive and making Xiaoxiao cry, even her father has nothing to do with her.

The problem is that Yin Xiaoxiao is an idle person, and he is bold and always follows his brothers into trouble. Yin Tieshan lost his temper, and he didn't care about the boys and girls being punished and scolded together. It is often Yin Gong who is ugly, they have been beaten to the point of crying wolf, only Yin Xiaoxiao still gritted his teeth and carried it, and in the end, he was often worse than the three elder brothers.

Later, she came up with an idea, don't you can't cry, it's okay to pretend to cry? The specific way is to hold your breath and bow your head vigorously, and after a while, you will feel short of breath and breathe faster, and others will think you are sobbing when they can't see your face.

After Yin Xiaoxiao learned this trick, he really suffered a lot less from flesh and skin, and just now he repeated the old trick, and even the two foundation building masters were hidden.

As soon as he plunged into the bamboo shed, he could no longer control the deep tiredness, and his eyes went black and he fell asleep. He slept for four hours, and it was not until late evening that he gradually regained consciousness.

Although consciousness was restored, his body was still "sleeping", he could hear the sound of people squirming as they passed by outside the bamboo hut, and he could hear the snoring coming from his nostrils.

The only thing he could do was to try to mobilize that mysterious cold perception, and to his shock, that cold "breath" was actually much thicker than before. If before the injury, this coolness can be described as a weak hairspring, at this time, this coolness has grown from a wind-blown and breakable "silk" to a "thread" that can sew clothes and socks.

Although it was still small and fragile, when he used his mind to mobilize this coolness, it was much smoother and easier than before. Yin Qin didn't dare to try more, and extended that perception to the side wall of the bamboo shed, and slowly retracted it. God knows if there are any strange defensive formations in this Qingdi Temple, in case they touch the defensive array, it is not a joke.

Retracting this mysterious perception, he fell into deep thought, all these strange phenomena began with the coma after the superposition of blood. He had thought that this mysterious perception was the product of the blood of the blood talisman or the iron bell's heart, and if it did, it would inevitably weaken with the passage of time. Just like some of the "swallowing" ability and sense of smell that he once possessed, sooner or later will disappear.

To his surprise, this perception not only did not weaken, but grew stronger. Could it be that this increase in perception was related to the fact that he had lost a large amount of essence and blood twice? What Yin Qin didn't know was that unconsciously, he had gradually approached the truth of the facts.

"Hey, is that kid's bloodline actually refined?" On the bank of the secluded pool, thousands of miles away from Wild Wolf Town, Yunshang stroked Ah Man's little head and muttered to himself. She no longer needed to mobilize her powerful divine sense to probe the slender and almost imperceptible Teng Snake bloodline like she had done last time, and now she only needed to feel the chill with the faint connection of Aman's single drop of essence blood.

"Great Witch, God... Turtle Armor... Oh no!" In the depths of the wilderness, a million miles south of Okura Mountain, a shirtless, lean man stumbled into a huge pitch-black cave with a panicked expression.

In the depths of the cave, beside the flickering campfire, a scrawny old barbarian was slowly tracing something on a scroll of animal skin with his long nails dipped in sticky animal blood.

The lean man ran to the front of the bonfire, threw himself on the ground with a pop, and said incoherently: "Oh no, the Great Barbarian Witch, it's cracked, the armor of the Divine Tortoise is cracked!"

The old barbarian stopped, and then he heard a snap, and the long nail he poked at the skin roll was broken in two.

"The tortoiseshell is cracked......," the old barbarian muttered to himself, "has the Flame Serpent that had been dormant for ten thousand years finally appeared?"

The old barbarian raised his head sharply and looked in the direction of Okura Mountain, and under the reflection of the bonfire, there were only two black holes left on his face.

"Abba, why are you throwing so crookedly? That snow wolf is so close, I can knock it down with one shot!"

In the ice and snow of the Far North, a hairy boy wrapped in a thick animal skin pulled out a throwing spear embedded in the thick ice, complaining with displeasure on his face.

Beside him, a strong man of the same size as a snowy bear in the Northland, was looking towards the far west in a daze.

"Abba, what are you looking at?"

"Do you remember the song that the old grandfather taught you when you were a child? When the earthworm climbed to the moon, the grandfather carried me back to my hometown......