At this time, Shuang Niu'er, who was quietly wiping her tears, saw Feng Xuan who came over at some time, and her face suddenly lit up with joy, as if she had seen a savior. "Grandpa Wu, brother Feng Xuan is back, I'll make tea for you!" After saying that, without waiting for the old man Wu to reply, he ran away without a trace. "you......" When the old man Wu saw this, he became very angry. Feng Xuan quickly stepped forward to help the old man and asked him to sit down on the wicker chair. He smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Mr. Wu, Shuang Niu'er is still young." "Young? You are a 12-year-old girl. You had already learned these things when you were 12. It is because you spoil her so much that she often becomes lazy. Don't think that every time I ask her to prepare medicine, you will secretly brew it. Help her I don’t know” Elder Wu didn't care that he had just met Feng Xuan, and he scolded him when they met. Feng Xuan listened respectfully and complained silently in his heart, "You know you didn't stop me either." Wu Lao glanced at Feng Xuan and suddenly knew what he was thinking, and he let out a "hum".
Feng Xuan quickly put on a smile: "I won't dare next time! I won't dare next time!" When the old man Wu saw this, he was even more speechless and sighed. Two good young men and one good witchcraft did not concentrate on practicing, but insisted on majoring in martial arts. No one can tell what their intentions were. Didn't they just want to avenge their fathers? But what kind of realm was the savage beast that killed his father? It was at the peak of the Tuna realm. Besides, it was not an ordinary Tuna realm beast. Unless the totem pole was used, no one in the entire Black Eagle tribe could do anything to that savage beast. , but the totem cannot be too far away from the tribe, let alone move lightly. If not, how could that kid Qinghua be allowed to take the risk to hunt that vicious creature in the first place? The other Shuang girl, although not as talented as this boy and not practicing martial arts, has little interest in quietly practicing meditation. If the current situation continues, she still doesn’t know when she will be able to break through to the realm of witchcraft and master witchcraft. Soul power. The old man slumped down on the wicker chair, his eyes empty. Feng Xuan also felt a little embarrassed when he saw Elder Wu's stunned expression. In fact, how could he not understand the thoughts of the old witch, but the human race in the wilderness knew that the witch cultivator's combat power before breaking through to the white witch realm was simply not worth mentioning, and he still didn't know whether he could break through to the white witch realm. The Lan Mountain Mountain Range can also be ranked among the strongest. It's not that Feng Xuan doesn't have confidence in himself, it's just that practicing as a witch cultivator is too difficult. In the wilderness, it is the natural law of survival for humans to kill beasts and for beasts to eat humans. Although he did not know how powerful the savage beast that seriously injured his father and killed most of the expedition team was, neither did the old wizard and Uncle Da Niu. Ken told himself that he would tell himself only after he broke through the Yunzang Realm, but as a human son, he had no hesitation in avenging his father. The cultivation method of a witch cultivator is also completely different from that of a warrior. It requires a lot of meditation and understanding, so he has no time to practice martial arts and polish his muscles. Compared to the practice method of witch cultivator, Feng Xuan prefers the path of martial arts practice. Feng Xuan interrupted Elder Wu's thoughts: "Grandpa Wu, I heard that you are looking for me?" The old man Wu finally came back to his senses from his wild thoughts, looked at Feng Xuan for a moment, and then said slowly: "Oh, you kid is about to break through to the body-forging realm, right?" Feng Xuan nodded and replied: "It must have been the past few days. Recently, I have felt that the energy and blood in my body are turbulent, as if something is about to be born. According to the tribe's records, it should be a prelude to a breakthrough." When Wu Lao heard this, he raised his long eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pull Feng Xuan's arm and squeezed it, and then carefully felt his veins for a moment. He felt that Feng Xuan's skin was tight and tough, and he could clearly feel this. Qi and blood surged in the boy's body. Wu Lao put down Feng Xuan's arm and gently stroked his gray beard. Then he stood up and took out a fist-sized black medicine bottle from the medicine cabinet on the side and handed it to Feng Xuan. "This is animal glue oil. Take out ten drops at a time and apply it all over the body. Wait for the effect of the medicine to take effect. In your case, you should be able to break through tonight. Remember to drop about ten drops, not more.
Your current physique has not yet broken through to the body-casting realm, and it cannot withstand the strong medicinal properties. Once you break through, this secret medicine will also help you to strengthen your muscles and bones, which will be enough for you to practice for a period of time." Feng Xuan took the black medicine bottle. Feng Xuan, who was familiar with all kinds of pharmacological knowledge, knew that this was a skin-refining secret medicine used by martial arts cultivators in the body-forging realm. It was brewed with the essence and blood of barbaric beasts in the spirit-opening realm and medicinal herbs. The value of this small bottle in my hand is probably no less than 200 iron coins. And if he can always have this kind of secret medicine to help him, he can break through the skin refining stage and enter the bone forging stage in one year. Although the tribe's resources are relatively tight now, the resources for their juniors have not been reduced at all. Feng Xuan did not reject Wu Lao's kindness. He knew that only when he was strong could he bring actual rewards to the tribe. The gratitude of a simple weak person was meaningless, and he kept all this in his heart. The Xuanying Tribe's current foundation has been almost consumed by the battle three years ago. If Uncle Ling hadn't broken through to the Yunzang Realm, Xuanying's current situation would have been even worse. Not to mention savage beasts, even the human race itself is not a piece of discus. Feng Xuan has understood some truths since he was a child under the teachings of his father, Wu Lao and others. It is extremely common for the human race to kill each other, especially the bandits, just like the hyenas wandering in the wilderness. They may not dare to face those dangerous alien races or savage beasts, but they are ruthless towards the weaker members of their own race. No one can even tell whether the Black Wolf Tribe and the Giant Rock Tribe, the close allies around the Black Eagle Tribe, may have other thoughts. After all, the Xuanying Tribe also has its own salt mines and medicinal fields outside the tribe, as well as the industries run by the Nali Shang Tribe, which are all exciting interests. Without enough manpower to intimidate the strong, it is impossible to protect these. resource. Without the support of these resources, the Xuanying Tribe will only become more and more declining. With the support of the Xuanying Tribe, which has devoted most of its resources regardless of the cost, the Xuanying Tribe has now regained its vitality. However, the resources are limited. The consumption is huge. Some older martial arts warriors feel that there is not much hope for them to go further anyway, so they might as well provide resources to the future of the tribe. They, the older generation, will always grow old, and these dolls are the future of the tribe, generation after generation. This is true. But without the assistance of some drugs, their bodies' hidden wounds left by long-term martial arts training without the nourishment of the secret medicine will quickly consume their own potential blood energy. Not only will their strength decline severely, but if things go on like this, it will be almost equivalent to chronic die. The reason why the secret medicine was not given to him before was because he was still too early to reach the realm of physical training. Giving him too early would not only not help, but would actually harm him. The body of an ordinary person can't absorb these powerful secret medicines, and they will only wear him out. Feng Xuan naturally understands the principle that haste makes waste. Seeing Feng Xuan take the medicine bottle, the old witch returned to the wicker chair and slowly lay down. He closed his eyes slightly and waved to chase people away. "Okay, let's go back. After a few days of stabilization after the breakthrough, you don't have to come to my place for the next time. You have time to meditate more and strive to break through to the realm of witchcraft as soon as possible. In my opinion, your accumulation of various knowledge It is already enough, the only thing left is the accumulation of meditation soul power. As for understanding and awakening the shaman soul power, it depends on your own creation." Seeing this, Feng Xuan was slightly silent and bowed deeply to Wu before retreating. "Alas~" Suddenly, the old man Wu, who was lying on the wicker chair with his eyes closed, let out another long sigh. Shuang Niuer, who had been eavesdropping for an unknown amount of time, came out with a pot of tea and asked carefully: "Grandpa Wu, are you angry with Brother Feng Xuan? Brother Feng Xuan has worked very hard, and I hardly ever see him take a break. I heard from my father that Brother Feng basically practices martial arts and hunting during the day. Most of my sleep at night is replaced by meditation..." The old man Wu did not open his eyes when he heard this, but said in a slightly deep voice: "I'm not angry with him. Although he doesn't want to pursue the path of witchcraft, I don't blame him, I just feel sorry for him. His mother passed away early and died of illness when he was four years old. Then his father raised him alone. He is the son of the leader of my Black Eagle tribe. With his qualifications, he is likely to succeed him in the future. Dad's status has become the new leader of my Black Eagle tribe. It was just this incident three years ago that made him and many children in the tribe become orphans in the Orphan Hall. If I had known this, I should not have taken any chances. I was persuaded by that kid from Qinghua to allow them to enter Qishan. Looking for that dangerous remnant..." Speaking of this, the old witch suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Shuang Niuer, saying nothing. Shuang Niu'er's erect ears suddenly froze, and her expression was disappointed.
She thought she could hear what happened three years ago. At that time, less than half of the entire 30-man elite hunting expedition team returned, and almost everyone was injured, and some even lost their entire body. , including the leader of the Black Eagle Tribe, Feng Qinghua. There were two Yunzang stage powerhouses and more than 8 Boiling Blood level martial cultivators in the expedition team. The lowest in the team was a bone forging level expert. With this size of the lineup, even if they were going to hunt a late-stage Tuna level Brutal beasts are more than enough. Moreover, I heard from my father that Uncle Feng was already a master at the peak of Zang-Refining level and about to break through to the Blood-Qi level. His combat prowess was no less than that of a Blood-Qi level master, and the wind-controlling sword technique in his hand was ethereal and impossible to guard against. But even so, despite such preparations, they returned in blood shortly after entering Qishan. One of the two Yunzang realm masters was killed and the other was injured, and more than half of the team was killed or injured. It is said that if Uncle Feng hadn't tried his best to stop him, all of them would have been buried in the wild forest of Naqi Mountain. As for Uncle Feng, he was unable to hold on in the end and passed away. Although I overheard that my father and Uncle Daniu sometimes mentioned some things in their chats, they never mentioned the key points in front of me, and ordered other people who knew about it not to mention it. ... Feng Xuan, on the other hand, went straight to his courtyard after leaving the Witch Sacrifice Hall. He can't wait to break through. For this day, he has been training hard since he was 10 years old. He has not wasted a day, just to break through the physical training realm as soon as possible. Only by breaking through to the physical training realm can he truly enter the path of cultivation. You can control your own destiny. He never wanted to experience that powerless feeling again. Both his mother-in-law and his father were slowly dying in front of him day by day, and he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything. From the day his father died, Feng Xuan swore in his young heart that he would become stronger and stronger than everyone else. That ferocious relic is capable of killing its tribesmen, but if it is still alive, he will definitely find it until he kills it! But the premise of all this is that you become strong enough, and the body training realm is the first step. Deep in his heart, Feng Xuan even had an idea. What exactly is the cause of the disaster that the Feng clan is burdened with? I believe that not only myself, but every Feng clan member has thought about this question, but no one has ever been able to give me and others an answer. But now he is the only direct descendant of the Feng family, and the only person who can find the answer is himself. Feng Xuan clenched his fists and quickened his pace home. However, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, Feng Xuan suddenly found a tall young man standing at the entrance of the courtyard. In the Black Eagle tribe, which is full of muscular men, the young man's body shape looks a bit "thin", but the slightly bulging muscle lines of his arms and his outstanding temperament still show that he is not as simple as he seems. The young man was staring at the plaque on the Feng family's courtyard in trance, and Feng Xuan followed his gaze. On the plaque are the two characters "Feng". I heard from my father that it was put up by my grandfather himself, saying that no matter how few people I have in the Feng family, as long as the people of the Feng family still exist, the surname Feng will still exist. Feng Xuan had no impression of the grandfather he had never met before. Before he was born, it is said that his grandfather was devoured by a wild beast passing by Qishan during a hunting trip. After the wild beast entered the depths of Qishan, no one saw any trace of it again. The body could not be recovered and could only be buried in a tomb. However, this is a normal thing for the tribal people in the wilderness. Many times, there are just empty earth bags in each tomb. At most, some of the objects in front of the deceased are buried. It seems that it is not uncommon for the body to be buried intact. People have long been accustomed to this. After that, my grandma always missed her and became ill. She followed her grandpa the year after her father got married, so she had no impression of the grandpa she had never met. This is the Feng family, and this is the terrible fate that the Feng family has been burdened with. It is invisible but follows you everywhere. It seems like an accident, but it is a disaster that is bound to happen.
Feng Xuan was about to open his mouth to say something, but the young man spoke first: "Feng'er, you have to live well. No matter what you go through, you have to live well. Remember, what you are carrying is no longer your own life, but also all the traces of the entire Feng clan." After saying that, he turned around and looked at Feng Xuan seriously. It turned out that this young man was Feng Xuan's father's best friend, and he was also Xuan Ling who inherited the Feng family's thin bloodline. Feng Xuan pursed his lips and stood there without saying a word. He knew that this was because Uncle Ling was angry that he had once again gone out to take risks before breaking through the casting realm. Xuan Ling also felt a slight headache when he saw Feng Xuan's stubborn and silent look. "You should know that this wild land, even near the tribe, is full of dangers, especially for you. Only by breaking through the body forging realm can you have the most basic ability to protect yourself. No matter what, you can't rush this moment, just like the blood-striped mantis you met this time when you went out. If you weren't lucky and you knew the consequences, you should understand some of the taboos of Feng's bloodline! " Xuan Ling said to Feng Xuan sincerely. It was really difficult for him to blame Feng Xuan harshly. Feng Xuan also understood that he was indeed in some danger. Not to mention the disaster that followed Feng's family, if he went out with his own realm strength, he might not be able to come back if he encountered a random beast in the spiritual realm. Feng Xuan lowered his head slightly and admitted his mistake: "Uncle Ling, I was too anxious. I won't do it next time. I will break through the forging before going out to the tribe, and I won't take any more risks." Xuan Ling was a little surprised when he heard this. Why did this guy change his gender? This was not the case before, but of course it was a good thing. Xuan Ling nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to give Feng Xuan a few words of encouragement, he suddenly remembered something and his expression and movements froze slightly. "I remember... you... seem to be about to break through the realm of physical training, right?" Feng Xuan smiled shyly on his young face and raised the medicine bottle. "Maybe we can break through today!" Immediately, Feng Xuan saw Uncle Ling's face change from red to blue, and from green to purple. Then he felt something was wrong and immediately wanted to retreat and escape. However, before he could take action, a big hand grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chicken. What he faced was Uncle Ling's face that turned from calm to ferocious smile. "You brat, you didn't listen to a word of my sentiments, right? You even started playing word games with me!" "Uncle Ling, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't do anything... Ah, don't slap me in the face... Old thief Ling and you and I are at odds with each other... Uncle Ling, I was wrong... ....” half an hour later In Feng's compound, Feng Xuan, holding a pig's head with a bruised nose and swollen face, poured tea for Xuan Ling respectfully. "Well... the skills are good. I learned from Mr. Wu in vain. If I know how to brew more tea, it will taste better!"