In Shan'er's hut, Ye Feng turned into a cloud of mist, and after helping Shan'er freshen up, he took out a piece of Song Qing's clothes from the storage bag, trimmed it slightly, and put it on Shan'er. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She already knew that Ye Feng would have magical immortal arts, and Shan'er was not surprised when she saw it, but the silk cloth on her body made her curious for a long time, and she rubbed back and forth on the cyan cloth clothes excitedly.

"I've seen an older brother in the tribe wear this kind of clothes before, and it's so beautiful. Shan'er said happily, her little face was full of happiness.

Ye Feng knew that what Shan'er was talking about should be Hao Fei, an idiot who was killed by himself, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng won't let you wear beast clothes in the future, it's too rough." ”

That's right, the tribe's clothes made of animal skins are only slightly processed and simply sewn, but the fur is still very rough, and the strange beasts of the Arctic have their own special strength, and their skin is even harder.

"Shan'er, I'm going to take you out of the tribe. Ye Feng looked at Shan'er dotingly and said.

"Ah, you want to leave the tribe?" Shan'er's little face was stunned, and her eyes suddenly showed confusion, leaving the tribe was too sudden for her, and she didn't know the concept of leaving the tribe at all.

"Hmm. Ye Feng nodded heavily at this Shan'er and said, "In the future, you will be an immortal." ”

"Immortals?" Shan'er blinked, her cute little face full of puzzlement, just because she didn't understand it yet.

Leaving the hut, Ye Feng walked towards Wu Mansion alone, and before leaving, he still had some important things to do.

Passing through the square, I glanced at the huge totem, the huge stone statue giant ape was still beating its chest with one hand, grabbing the python with the other, and roaring towards the sky with a hideous face.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Ye Feng looked at it and continued to move forward, knowing from Heisha that some of the tribal totems had been passed down from time to time before, and at that time, these totems were the soul of the tribe, guarding the tribe for generations.

But due to some changes, it is now a passage for monks to the North Pole.

Wu Mansion, now a little bleak, once guarded the door, there are many families in the house, but because of Wu Aya's departure, Wu Kun was all dismissed and became a real lonely old man.

Standing at the door, Ye Feng had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and when Shan'er was there, his divine sense had already swept to the clan's patriarch Kui Fu, and another white-haired old man from the witch ritual went to Wufu.

In Wu Kun's mansion, Wu Kun looked at the two witches in front of him with a bitter face, shook his head and said.

"I don't know Ye Feng's past, you naturally know whether he will cultivate the immortal law, as for Wu Aya, she said when she left that the immortal law was obtained in a wild ruin. ”

"Wu Zhu, what is the nature of this person. The white-haired old man asked in a deep voice, this is the most important thing.

"Affectionate, decisive, quite a city. Wu Kun was silent for a while, then nodded and said.

"You don't have to worry too much, if Ye Feng had a bad heart for the tribe, he wouldn't have waited until today. ”

"But he has no scruples today," the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes.

"It's very abnormal, but he is a foreigner, and there is a mystery in him, and what happened to him is normal. Wu Kun interrupted the white-haired old man.

Kui Fu s gloomy face, he had been speechless, and he didn't know what he was thinking on the stone chair, but when he saw his arm pressed down, he said worriedly.

"I don't know what the other people want. ”

When the two heard this, they were silent one after another, although Ye Feng had a secret hidden in his body, which was known to the three of them, but what Wu Kun said was normal, and when they saw the storage bag, they felt uneasy.

Wu Kun was a little tired at this time, since Wu Aya left, he had become a lot silent, most of them came from the pressure given to him by the tribe, and when he was about to send off the guests, there was a laugh at the door.

"Elder Wu, your house is too clean. Ye Feng carried a pot of spirit wine, walked towards the stone house where Wu Kun was, looked at the dust around him, and said with a smile.

"Ye Feng. ”

"Foreigners. ”

Kui Fu and the white-haired old man got up and looked at each other solemnly.

"Old decay is fortunate enough to let you visit. When Wu Kun saw Ye Feng, he hurriedly got up to greet him, looked at the wine jug in Ye Feng's hand, and said with a smile: "I haven't tasted your wine for a long time." ”

For Kui Fu and the others, Ye Feng turned a blind eye, and said after handing the wine jug in his hand to Wu Kun.

"I'm going to leave the tribe with Shan'er, and before I leave, I'll bring you a pot of wine. ”

"Hmm, are you leaving?" Wu Kun was stunned for a moment, and after being silent for a while, he was relieved, and said with a smile: "You are not from my tribe, it is normal to leave, but Shan'er..."

Hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes also skimmed to Kui Fu.

"Shan'er has a hard life, and was raised by his father alone since she was a child, and it is his blessing if she can be protected by adults. Kui Fu hurriedly expressed his position and said respectfully on the side, hearing Ye Feng leave in his heart, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Feng nodded, and then suddenly laughed.

"I myself am a member of the Black Valley Tribe, where do I come from the foreigners. ”

Ye Feng's words made Wu Kun and the white-haired old man stunned, and they looked puzzled, and when they wanted to ask, they were interrupted again by Kui Fu.

"My lord is originally from my Black Valley tribe, and he is the brother of Shan'er, a tribesman. Kui Fu was on the side, but he was inexplicably drinking with Ye Feng.

This made Wu Kun and the others even more confused, and they smiled bitterly at each other's suspicions.

Ye Feng turned around, looked at Wugong Kui Fu of the Black Valley Department with interest, and smiled softly, this was the first time he had talked to Kui Fu head-on.

"I'm still a disciple of Song Qing, the witch god of the Black Valley Division. Ye Feng spoke softly again.

After listening to this, Kui Fu on the opposite side suddenly shrank his pupils, glanced at the storage bag on Ye Feng's waist, and after a moment of silence, he said in a condensed voice: "My lord, in this year's witch festival, because of the sacrifice of heavy treasures, I was given the method of cultivating immortals by the witch god. ”

Kui Fu's words made Ye Feng put away his smiling face, looked at the other party deeply, withdrew the divine sense aura that was pressing on him, sat on the stone chair beside him, poured a few glasses of spirit wine, and motioned for Kui Fu and a few people to sit together.

Kui Fu felt a sudden relief on his body, the coercion that had pressed him breathlessly before, made him have an extremely strong sense of life and death crisis in his heart, and at this moment, the sense of caring for the crisis suddenly disappeared, making his heart full of bitterness, and he sat down opposite Ye Feng with a wry smile.

And Wu Kun and the white-haired old man on the side, who were afraid of guessing something at this moment, looked at each other in shock, and sat down on the side in disbelief.

"From this moment on, Song Qing, the witch god of the Black Valley Department, will not go out of the pass for a hundred years because of the closed death, and within a hundred years, the annual witch festival of the Black Valley Department will be canceled, and you will wait for the witch hunt as usual, because Wu Jing is very important to the family teacher Song Qing, you must keep it. ”

Ye Feng's eyes showed indifference, and he raised his wine glass and drank it to the three of them.

"What, a hundred years?" Kui Fu and the white-haired old man frowned and were silent, but Wu Kun on the side exclaimed, you know, a few of them will not live for a hundred years at all.

And Kui Fu on the side, but his heart was even more suspicious, he knew that he underestimated Ye Feng too much, this person can cultivate the immortal law, not only the city is very deep, I am afraid that it is not inferior to Song Qing, and the storage bag hanging on his waist is clearly Song Qing's, which means that it ......

Kui Fu didn't dare to think about it, the witch god, although there is a witch in the word, but for their tribe, he is an immortal in the true sense, with the ability to fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and turn over the river and the sea.

"Yes, a hundred years later, I'll come back to fetch the witch crystal. Ye Feng poured himself another glass of blood-red spirit wine, shook the stone cup and said.

"But my lord, I don't have the spirit of the witch god, I'm afraid I will only live for more than ten years at most. "The white-haired old man can't sit still, if it's really like Ye Feng said, they will definitely not be able to hold on, then at that time, only those witch servants will go witch hunting, but the witch servants who cultivate as the bottom will undoubtedly be sent to death, then in the future, the Black Valley Department will decline in a hundred years.

Although the white-haired old man was questioning, after knowing that Ye Feng was comparable to a witch god, his tone was full of pleading.

"I won't let you go to death, this is the method of cultivating immortals, you wait to pass it on in the Black Valley Department, as long as you can start cultivating, a hundred years will naturally be fine." ”

"What, the method of cultivating immortals?" Including Kui Fu, the three of them stood up suddenly, looking at the middle of the stone table, a booklet that Ye Feng had just taken out, his breathing suddenly became short, and his hot eyes stared at the booklet.