Zhang Baijian will find this dead branch, and the mystery about this dead branch.

After hearing this, Xiao Qi'er's eyes widened, and then she looked at Zhang Baijian with a shocked expression: "Your luck is simply against the sky! How can you be so lucky? How can you be so lucky? First of all, the atavistic Posa tree branch that gathers the essence of the whole body of the pseudo-immortal Posa tree! That's right, this is the real immortal Posa tree branch, although it is a little malnourished, but compared to those golden guys, it is countless grades higher." Now it's a page made of Yun Gutian bronze again, what kind of luck is this, it's all taken up by you!"

Then Xiao Qi'er looked at Zhang Baijian with strange eyes, and suddenly said, "Are you the legendary son of luck, or the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven?"

Zhang Baijian's face darkened, and he waved his hand and said, "What are you talking nonsense? That kind of thing is just made up in a story! How can there really be such a nonsense thing in this world!"

Xiao Queer said seriously: "Yes!"

"Huh?"

Xiao Qi'er said: "The so-called son of luck is also the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven, and he is actually the spokesperson selected by the will of heaven and earth. For the will of heaven and earth, to carry out certain things that heaven and earth want him to accomplish. It's as if the rise of your human race needs an opportunity, and the one who finds this opportunity and sows the seeds of cultivation for all people is the protagonist of the Destiny of the Son of Luck. ”

Xiao Qi'er sighed and said: "It's just a pity, people have no normality, water has impermanence, and there is naturally no fixed protagonist in this world." The son of heaven and earth's luck, in order to achieve the task given to him by the fate of heaven and earth, will definitely offend many people. Heaven and earth are lucky. When it fades. These sons of luck usually don't end well!", he said, with a very complicated look. It seems that Zhang Baijian glanced at it.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Baijian now has the signs of becoming a son of luck.

Zhang Baijian was not frightened by Xiao Que'er's words, but just smiled indifferently. Only he was sure that he was not a son of luck. Maybe his luck has been too good lately. But his initial rise was just an accident that I was afraid that even the world itself did not expect.

Perhaps after that accident, his fate has long been faintly out of the trajectory of this world.

Zhang Baijian didn't know why he had such thoughts. It's just that this feeling appeared in his mind in vain, and it convinced him of no doubt.

Returning to the original topic, Zhang Baijian carried the thin branch and said, "How can I use it to put away the copper piece?"

Xiao Que said: "Just brush it!"

"Brush?"

"That's right, brush it! just like you brush those big trees. The so-called placement of utensils is just a saying, there are no rules in the primeval world, and naturally there is no need to place items with a fixed mentality. This branch of the Immortal Tree is a Chaos Divine Tree, and it is born with the property of holding this Ancient Heavenly Bronze!" the little finch patiently explained. It's just that after some speculation just now, he doesn't seem to be of a high nature.

For Zhang Baidao, Xiao Qi'er now gradually regards him as his friend and his junior. If it's the kind of mutual exploitation relationship that started at the beginning. Xiao Que can take advantage of Zhang Baijian when he is being favored by heaven and earth, and take advantage of his momentum. Recovery and even growth. When he lost power, he left him.

But now, Xiao Qi'er is really worried about Zhang Baijian.

"In any case, help him as much as possible now, improve his cultivation and ability! Even if one day he loses the love of luck in this heaven and earth, let him rely on his own ability, it will be enough to turn the world upside down. With this in mind, the little finch retracted her thoughts. I just saw Zhang Baijian brush the branch in his hand towards the bronze piece. A mysterious light flashed, and the bronze piece disappeared. And underneath one of the seven small forks of the thin twig, a small piece of turquoise copper shone tightly.

After putting away the bronze pieces, the little finch returned to the altar. And Zhang Baijian continued to walk forward.

Before he had taken two steps, another dazzling light descended from the sky towards the place where Zhang Baijian was.

Looking at the dazzling light, Zhang Baijian couldn't see what was wrapped inside.

"No, will you come?"

One dodged and ducked aside again, followed by a series of roaring explosions around him. The whole land collapsed in the sound of this huge explosion.

Rumble!

The entire section of the ground collapsed with a huge explosion, and when the smoke and dust cleared, I looked closely, and saw a young man wearing a magic robe made of white fine scales lying flat in the midst of the ruins.

Looking at the appearance of a large chunk of his chest and bleeding from his seven orifices, you can tell that this person has been seriously injured.

And what really surprised Zhang Baijian was that he actually knew this young man. Of course, the young man may not have known him.

This person was one of the dozen or so overlord-level powerhouses, and when the Man-Thirteen introduced the overlord-level powerhouses to Zhang Baijian, when he talked about this white-scaled young man, the expression on his face seemed to carry a kind of reverence.

"Feng Hao! the leader of the Tianfeng Clan. The Tianfeng tribe is one of the few forces that still maintains the survival mode of the ancient human tribes. It is even rumored that the Wind Heaven God Emperor who is currently sitting on the Heavenly Emperor Mountain has a relationship with the Heavenly Wind Tribe and this Feng Hao!"

At the same time, the Feng clan itself is a descendant of the Heavenly Queen, strictly speaking, Zhang Baijian, who was born in Lei Ze, still has a trace of incense with the Heavenly Wind Tribe.

Zhang Baijian didn't know why Man Thirteen would revere Feng Hao, the leader of the Tianfeng Tribe, but it was obvious that the person who could make Man Thirteen show that kind of expression must have his unique personality charm.

So Zhang Baidao, who has never had so many kind-hearted intentions, made a living Lei Feng this time, moved out Feng Hao who fell in the collapsed pit, and then constantly stuffed some good elixirs into Feng Hao's mouth.

Maybe Zhang Baijian's movements were really not gentle, or maybe it was because those elixirs really worked. After Feng Hao gently coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The lilac pupils stared at Zhang Baijian deadly, as long as Zhang Baijian had any actions that were unfavorable to him, the next moment Zhang Baijian would face a stormy blow.

Zhang Baijian carried a three-thousand-year-old fire spirit ginseng in his hand and shook it in front of Feng Hao's eyes: "If you think this is not poison, just eat it!

Feng Hao's face was a little stiff because of his serious injury, and he pulled out a difficult smile, took the fire spirit ginseng in Zhang Baijian's hand, and opened his mouth to suck it without looking closely, all the medicinal power of the entire fire spirit ginseng turned into a burgundy air flow and was sucked into Feng Hao's mouth, but the body of the fire spirit ginseng withered in the blink of an eye, and turned into fly ash after a while.

After absorbing the medicinal power of the fire spirit ginseng, Feng Hao's face looked a little better, nodded to Zhang Baijian, and said gratefully: "Thank you!"

The attitude is very sincere, and there is no arrogance of those witch gods and overlords who look at people with their nostrils. For this Feng Hao, Zhang Baijian has a somewhat good impression. However, the vigilance will not be let down. Saving him is just a temporary thought, if you want to say unconditionally, believe in this person, since he was destroyed, Zhang Baijian, who has experienced all kinds of tribulations, has long had no such thoughts.

It seemed that he had discovered a trace of vigilance in Zhang Baijian's eyes, Feng Hao just smiled and didn't speak, and took out the pill from the storage ring and swallowed it and absorbed it.

Zhang Baijian looked at Feng Hao strangely, it stands to reason that as a generation of male masters, he should at least be a witch god, but his body has suffered some blows, how can he be so embarrassed?

How keenly the male lord's sense is, naturally there is no need to say it again. At the moment when Zhang Baijian's eyes showed doubts, Feng Hao turned his head to Zhang Baijian again, and said with a gentle smile: "You have the grace to save my life, if you have any questions, just ask!"

Zhang Baijian was not a procrastinator, so he asked his question directly.

Listening to Zhang Baijian's question, Feng Hao smiled faintly: "This question is very simple! I don't know if you've ever heard of becoming a god in the flesh, little brother?" Feng Hao's external age doesn't look very big, and he even looks slightly younger than Zhang Baijian. But it is undeniable that he has really lived for a long time, so calling Zhang Baijian a little brother is raising Zhang Baijian's seniority.

Zhang Baijian nodded and said: "This is naturally known, but I don't know what it is to become a god in the flesh! ”

Feng Hao nodded and said: "Secrets naturally exist, and they are generally only circulated in the hands of those top authorities, so in order to blur people's vision, the statement about the body becoming a god is also strange!" (To be continued.) )