The Great Wild God Chapter 12: The distant Canglan

　　

The dawn is faintly dew, and the remnants of the beast's soul that the afterimage is sucking are gradually exhausted, the invisible force field released gradually weakens, and there is no effect of tempering, the soul sacrifice beast feast will come to an end.

The altar of fire has been extinguished, and only some burnt wood remains. The copper cauldron is put down, and there is still a lot of meat soup inside.

Nan Li, Zongsang and other middle-level and above brutal martial artists came up with a smile, surrounded the bonfire with the muddy fruit wine, and drank a bowl of warm meat soup from the copper cauldron. There was joy and laughter.

Zong Ya, Zong Ling, Nan Xi and other older teenagers did not leave after the soul sacrifice, pulling Chen Xun and sitting by the fire, begging for a bowl of fruit wine with the adults.

Nan Li, Zongsang and others have enlightened barbaric souls. Although they have a total of fifteen or six people, they are the real backbone of the Wumeng tribe.

They drank the meat soup, and then practiced after returning. They can absorb the power of the medicine and have a pure blood without the assistance of a pretty image.

This banquet has greatly benefited Nanli and Zongsang. Drinking a bowl of meat soup one after another is comparable to the practice of the past three or five years; however, Zong has benefited the most. Ya and Zong Ling these black pythons.

At this time, Chen Xun could obviously feel a stronger aura from Zong Ya, Zong Ling, and Nanxi’s son Nanxi than last night, and their bodies were ten times more refined after a night of tempering The endless blood will lay a deep foundation for their brutal martial arts training.

The picture of the Wugongzong who was twice older than before, told several old people in the village to walk down from the altar with their arms. They were too weak to stand. They sat in the fire and drank a bowl of meat soup. Energy, said with emotion:

"When the Su clan was not out of Tushan, Wu Mang ruled the roost to the west of Tushan and gave orders to the ministries. At that time, the soul sacrifice beast feast was held almost once a month, and it took three days and three nights at a time. . It’s fine now. After decades of savings, the beast feast will run out in one night..."

Nan Lai smiled cheerfully: "When Zongya, Zongya, and Nanxi grow up, they will surely lead the tribe to go further, hunt more wild beasts and different birds, and let Uncle come to worship the beast feast. ! Maybe in 20 or 30 years, Wu Mang will have the opportunity to move back to Canglan..."

"Canglan!" Wu Gong Zongtu looked at the northern sky fascinatingly.

Canglan!

Chen Xun didn't even have the ability to walk out of the mountains within a radius of a hundred miles. Naturally, he didn't even know what happened to the Canglan Wasteland south of Mangya Ridge.

According to the Western Wilderness Classic, Canglan, south of Mangyaling and west of Tushan, is a wasteland adjacent to Yunzhou in the Western Wilderness Extremity. There is a pass in Tushan that connects with Canglan. It is also the only way for Yunzhou to go out of Tushan Mountain and enter the Extinct Western Wilderness.

Every spring when the ice melts, Canglan will be covered with five-colored fragments of small flowers and plants, and a thousand-mile wasteland is covered with splendor.

Eight hundred years ago, there was also the place where the ancestors of Wumang lived for generations, and it was also the place where the ancestors of Wumang shed too much blood and tears.

The extremity of the Western Desolation, the vast area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, the thousands of miles of Mangya Ridge is just a tiny drop in it. Chen Xun has no chance to get out of Mangya Ridge, naturally it is difficult to imagine the vastness of this world; After his soul was formed, he was full of yearning for this world.

The Wugongzong tried to restrain the turbulent mood, with soft and tired eyes, turned to Chen Xun's body, and then said to Nan Li and others: "The ancestor spirit did not refuse Ah Xun's approach, but he finally It’s a foreigner, let Ashun learn some combat skills from Zongsang in the future..."

"A Xun was under the pretty image just now, and he clearly felt it. His potential is so great, shouldn't he be admitted to the clan, and let him and Zong Ling to understand the pretty image together? How can Abba speak without counting? !" Zongsang was the first to ask.

The public discussion before the soul sacrifice clearly stated that it was a good thing, and it was also what Abba and Nan Li were fighting for. Zongsang couldn't think of it, but Abba changed his mind first.

Seeing A-ba’s expression resolutely, Zongsang stood up anxiously, brought a boulder from the square, pointed at Chen Xun and said, “A Xun, you hold this stone up and let Grandpa see your potential. How big is it!"

There are a lot of boulders on the side of the square, which are used for military training, ranging from one hundred to ten catties to three to five hundred catties.

Axun was able to barely lift six hundred catties of boulders before, which was comparable to a barbaric martial artist of the first three levels.

Zongsang moved this huge boulder with his hand. It was as tall as him. It was a training stone weighing two thousand catties. Chen Xun looked hesitant. How could he lift these heavy boulders?

"Try quickly, let the shaman see how strong you are!" Other brutal warriors also called out.

Chen Xun tried to put his hand on the edge of the boulder, and he felt that the stone had taken roots on the ground, but he sank down, his arms rushed, and felt that even if the stone had taken root, it was not impossible to pull Broken, swayed from side to side twice, and hugged the stone in a rush.

However, Chen Xun can only do this step. No matter how hard he feels, the tendons on his back will be stretched like a bowstring.

Chen Xun threw the boulder down with a "bang", and he was shocked: He returned from dragging the cunning scales to the village. It only took three days. He just took a black mang pill and drank it. With three bowls of meat soup, his strength has soared three times!

"Drink, drink, drink!" The group of people around the fire did not expect that Chen Xun could really hug the boulder, thinking that he could shake the boulder.

Two thousand catties of boulders are trivial to the upper-level brute force, but to the middle-level brute force, not everyone can hold it.

At this time, everyone looked at Wu Gong Zongtu, and it would be a pity for a young man like Ah Xun to be from the Wu Mang tribe.

Witch Gongzong Tu narrowed his turbid eyes, and shook his head firmly: "The rules that have been decided first can't be changed!"

Zongsang is so angry that he will pull off a few sparse white beards from his father's chin. What breaks the rules? Isn't it the big loss of Su Clan before?

"Uncle, you said, A Xun should join the clan!" Zongsang asked the old people in the village sitting next to his father.

"Nan Liao, what do you think?" several old middle-aged people in the village asked Nan Liao.

Besides the witch, the patriarch is the head.

Nan Li also wondered why the attitude of Wu Gong Zongtu had changed so much before and after. Although he no longer insisted on rejecting Chen Xun to join the clan, he also had other worries. He was silent for a long time and said, "Uncle should have his consideration. , Ah Xun and Zong Sang learn combat skills first."

Chen Xun knew in his heart that once he became a member of the Wumang tribe, he would bear the responsibility of protecting the Wumang like Nanli, Zongsang, and Zongya.

A Gongzong tried to change his original intention. With this arrangement, he didn't want the black python to restrain his hands and feet.

It's just that he is in this world. He has nothing to do with him except for Wumang. Wouldn't he be a member of the Wumang tribe and his love can be abandoned?

Chen Xun bowed his head with gratitude to Grandpa Gongzong...

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With permission from Zongtu, Nan Li and others, every time Chen Xun returns from picking medicine in the next few months, he will first go to the square in front of the stone hall and follow Zong Sang and others to practice Wu Mang's bow and spear combat skills.

The bonfire was blazing, illuminating the square as bright as day.

Zong Ya is holding a sharp spear made of animal bones, and stepping on his footwork, dancing out a cloud of gray and endless blue spear shadows.

Wumang Nine Nether War Spears are divided into nine postures of piercing and splitting, sweeping and stabbing, and tapping collapse.

Each spear position is supplemented by asynchronous methods such as straddling, stepping, stepping, and sweeping, and there are dozens of variations.

But seeing Zongya's body in the shadow of the blue light spear, each spear strike has a different change, supplemented by punches and kicks, the shouts and shouts in the mouth are shaking, the whole person is like thunder rolling on the ground, slightly touched Will be broken bones and limbs, terrifying momentum.

Not only was the black python boy watching, his eyes were full of envy, and his heart was horrified. They were wondering when they would be able to practice the war spear to this level. They even stood on the edge of the stone temple square and supervised with Zongsang. The young middle-ranking savage fighters of the clan who practiced combat skills saw Zong Ya wielding the black python war spear so fiercely, and their faces were surprised and surprised. I really can't think of Zong Ya, who is only fourteen years old. Have the strength to stand alongside them.

In time, it is not impossible for Zong Ya to grow into a new generation of savage powerhouse in Wumang.

Zong Ya's rapid growth during this period is directly related to the soul sacrifice beast feast.

Not only Zongya, but also the young black pythons such as Zongling and Nanxi, have great potential in martial arts training, and they have made great progress in a short period of time. Core martial arts such as Zongsang and Nanli have strengthened After that, not only dared to go farther and go deeper into the depths of Mangyaling, but also dared to hunt more powerful beasts.

More wild beasts means more meat; more powerful wild beasts mean that the pure flesh and blood can nourish the blood.

The Soul Sacrifice Beast Feast made the Wu Mang Division enter a more vigorous and virtuous circle. Returning from hunting, Zongsang, Nan Liao and others, in addition to their own training, also doubled their efforts to supervise Zong Ya and other teenagers to practice. I look forward to the day when the Wumeng Department can revive its old glory.

Zongsang is even more proud, and pats his boy Zongling on the shoulder: "You learn from Zong Ya! If you have some achievements, your tail will be up to the sky. You are far away from Zong Ya!"

Zong Ling has already enlightened a savage soul, but the child has not changed his temperament. He squatted and said to him disdainfully: "Zong Ya is two years older than me."

Zong Ling's words were exchanged for Zong Sang's big ear scrape.

Zongsang yelled at his son: "Go away, train Lao Tzu with a spear. If you don't want it, you will make your mouth sharp!"

Zong Ling touched his head aggrievedly, and said: "I said that I can't hit the head, I was stupid." Seeing his eyes stared like copper bells, I hurried to the corner to practice the spear.

Chen Xun saw that Zong Sang was strong and strong, but he was funny with Zong Ling, even if Zong Ling rushed to the corner~IndoMTL.com~ and focused on watching Zong Ya practicing his spear.

Chen Xunling has known people and saw Zongya dancing the bone spear out of black light. The power is amazing, but only when the bone spear is stabbing backwards, it doubles to reveal the powerful penetrating power, and the power is far from ordinary spears. Fighting skills and.

Compared with the portrait of the Nine Nether Savage Souls painted by animal skins, Zong Ya, who is holding a spear against the stabbing at this time, can be regarded as the first three-point charm. In fact, Zong Ya is immersed in the spear technique. The enlightened savage soul is looming unconsciously in the sea of ​​divine soul consciousness, displaying the mysterious power of the savage soul.

Wumang’s thousands of years of brutal martial arts inheritance, the core of which is the inverse scale and thorn painted by that animal skin image.

This thorn is comparable to the terrain of the sky and the Dao Yun Tiancheng. The barbarians called it the savage soul war martial, and it is also the origin of the Wumang Jiuyou war spear.

Dozens of generations of the ancestors of the Wumeng tribe, the Nine Nether War Spear, which evolved from the image of the man, and evolved from the stab of the scale, is the fighting skill of the Mangya Ling.

However, looking at Zongya's dancing spear, Chen Xun has a deeper understanding:

Although the brute soul warfare used by the brute soul after the appearance is extremely powerful, fighting against the enemy still needs to be supplemented by complete and varied combat skills to truly exert its power.

With such a comprehension, Chen Xun not only practiced Jiuyou War Spear every day, but also practiced martial arts skills with Zongsang. He hoped that when fighting the enemy, he could fully use the five powers of the Dapeng Secret Fist. Play out.