The early morning of the Great Wilderness is a little shady, a little humid, the early birds are flying in the air, and in the lush primeval forest, there are also tigers roaring apes from time to time, which makes the Great Wilderness world present a prosperous scene.

And when the fiery red morning sun rising in the east sprinkled the first rays of golden sunlight on the earth, Ye Feng and Snow Wolf Xiaobai finally returned to the edge of the ancient village. He wanted to fly straight back home, but when he arrived, he had to land from the sky.

Because at the entrance of the ancient village, it was crowded with black people, and these people were all villagers of the ancient village. Ye Feng saw the white-haired village chief's grandfather, saw the hunting team Wang Zhan with a resolute expression and a strong physique, and also saw the aunt who had a wrinkled face but showed joy in her eyes, and saw Wang Wu with a happy face.

"Grandpa the village chief, why are you all ......" Walking in front of and behind everyone, Ye Feng asked a little puzzled.

"Hehe, we're here to see you off. ”

There was a smile on the old village chief's face, but Ye Feng still caught the reluctance and complexity that flashed away from his cloudy eyes. At this time, he understood that everyone in the ancient village knew his true identity and knew what he was going to do next.

"It was the Black Egg Tray who told you, right?" Ye Feng smiled lightly and asked indifferently.

"Black eggs, what kind of beast are those eggs?" the old village chief was obviously stunned for a moment, he had never heard of such a strange name.

"Forehead ......"

Ye Feng's mind was suddenly full of black lines, and he secretly said that he was careless. I like to call my own contemporary prophets of the wilderness, but that doesn't mean others will do the same. For the Great Wilderness Hunters, the Flood Prophet can only look up to the existence of the Great Wilderness Hunters, how dare he call him by his nickname?

Besides, no matter how old the Flood Prophet is, whenever he sees these Flood Prophets, all the Hunter Clansmen are respectful, even the powerful Eight-Star Great Hunter, and they should also politely call the Prophet. So, this leads to a situation where not many of the prophets of the flood in each generation know their real names.

Therefore, after hearing Ye Feng's words, the old patriarch looked confused, he really couldn't connect that egg with the divine and great Flood Prophet. What a noble man the prophet of the flood was, how could he be associated with that ball?

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. ”

At the critical moment, Ye Feng directly sent this matter away with an extremely speechless excuse, and then said, "The news sent by the Prophet of the Flood Desolation was still transmitted in person?"

"My lord, we told them. ”

Two beautiful figures walked happily from the back of the crowd. The remnants of the night in a moon-white robe are so beautiful and moving in the morning sun, and Liu Yiyi, who is dressed in a light green dress, is like a willow branch swaying in the wind, giving people a feeling of weakness and weakness, and people can't help but have the urge to hold it into their arms.

"It's you. ”

Ye Feng nodded clearly, and suddenly remembered the task given to them not long ago, asking them to go back to the ancient village to deal with things first. They may have mistaken intentions and told the village chief the true identity of Ye Feng and the news that he was about to leave, so there was a scene where everyone stood at the entrance of the village to greet Ye Feng.

"Alas......"

Ye Feng sighed softly, there was no wave in his eyes, and there was no anger. Sooner or later, the news that he was a true ancient hunter would spread to every corner of the Great Wilderness World with the spread of those who survived. In this case, it is only a matter of time before you know sooner or later.

In the Great Wilderness Secret Realm, Ye Feng was shocked by himself, and all kinds of methods were elusive, which was unguardable. In addition, the many inheritances that those indigenous Great Wilderness hunters had obtained in the secret realm were enough for them to understand where the gap between themselves and Ye Feng was, and it was also enough to recognize the true identity of the ancient hunters.

"Xiao Feng, we all know ......"

In the end, the gray-haired old village chief said such a sentence. However, he didn't have any reproach for Ye Feng hiding his identity. Instead, a hint of pride appeared on his face, and a hint of pride welled up in his eyes. The last hunter actually appeared in our ancient village.

It's a very exciting, exciting, and proud thing. From now on, even if Ye Feng leaves, this ancient village will also become a holy place in the hearts of the people of the Great Wilderness Hunter clan. Because...... There was a real Ancient Hunter here!

That was the last Ancient Hunter, a powerful being who could kill all the worlds with his own strength, and slaughter all the heavens by himself. And such a character was born in an ancient village, and it was a little exciting to think about it, not to be excited, and to tremble with excitement.

"Alas......"

Ye Feng could understand all kinds of thoughts in the hearts of the villagers, as well as all kinds of emotions written on their faces and eyes. His eyes were a little moist for a while, he lost his adoptive father and adoptive mother at a very early age, and he has been helped by these simple villagers over the years, in his heart, in addition to Ye Xiaoxiao, these people are also his relatives.

But now, he is about to leave, and he is about to leave this group of relatives! Therefore, thinking of this, Ye Feng's expression became a little complicated, he slowly opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say a word, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

"Hehe, Xiaofeng, today is a day of great joy, how can you be so sad?"

The old village chief hurriedly came out to play a round game, patted Ye Feng's hand gently, and then waved his hand, and someone behind him immediately walked out with a golden plate and handed a pitch-black battle armor into Ye Feng's hand.

"It's ......"

Ye Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, this battle armor definitely did not come from the hands of the Great Wilderness Cultivator, let alone the ancestors of the ancient village. Because...... The aura emanating from this battle armor is even stronger than the aura of the peak of the ninth order, this is a high-level battle armor of another realm!

"Hehe, this is left by the ancestors, they said...... This is what only the generals of the ancient hunter armies can wear...... For so many years, none of our hunters have been able to wear it, perhaps because the realm is not enough. But I want to ...... Maybe it's because we're not really after the Hunters of the Ancients. ”

"But you're different......"

Speaking of this, the old village chief's eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange light flashed in an instant. ！