Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

347 Yang Jiao Appears to Be a Master, Not Zhou Mountain

A dilapidated thatched hut in a distant human tribe was in front of it. It was June, the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly.

A young man is practicing diligently under this venomous sun. The man seems to be in his twenties. The bronzed skin on and under the body, under the radiance of the sun, showed a mysterious luster even more. He put down the huge grinding disc in his hand, and there was a slight tremor in this land.

Over the years, Yang Jiao has been following his master Hou Yi to practice here, working hard every day. Hou Yi was also very pleased with this, because Yang Jiao’s astonishing talent and savvy displayed simply refreshed Hou Yi’s previous view of cognition.

Hou Yi also walked out of the hut. With a solemn expression, he stretched out his hand and patted Yang Jiao on the shoulder, and then said, “My child, you have grown up, and the master has nothing to give to you in the future. NS.”

Yang Jiao’s expression changed. He didn’t understand why the master said that. Could it be that he was driving him away?

“Child, in the wild world, when you really show off your talents, the master’s ability is limited, and your achievements will definitely be higher than mine in the future.”

“Go and do what you want.”

When Hou Yi said this, his expression was extremely solemn, and Yang Jiao’s heart was also moved. There is a very important thing in his heart that has not been let go, that is, looking for his own mother and Little Brother Little Sister.

However, Master has raised himself up to adulthood over the years, and regards himself as his own. He also taught him the Secret Technique of his life. It can be said that he is as kind as a mountain, Yang Jiao, and a person who values ​​love and righteousness. Why are you willing to leave? He also wanted to stay by Hou Yi’s side and repay this kindness.

“My child, the future is yours. Master, I am old and I will withdraw from this stage of history one day. After the Lich War, I buried three arrows in Buzhou Mountain. At your feet, if you have a chance, you can go and find it. This is the last thing the master can give you.” Hou Yi said earnestly.

It turned out that during the Lich War, Hou Yi fought desperately, and even his natal weapon, the Bow of the Sun, was smashed, but he retained three arrows. These three arrows have been hidden by him. At the foot of Zhou Shan.

In fact, since Houyi got the bow of the day, he knew that this Magic Treasures was extremely powerful, even if he was still unable to exert its maximum power, it could be described as a pearl covered in dust, which made Houyi’s heart ashamed, perhaps himself This apprentice Yang Jiao will be able to exert his greatest power in the future, but it is a pity now. There are only arrows left in the bow and arrow and no bow.

“Thank you, Master.”

Yang Jiao knelt heavily in front of Hou Yi, knocked his head three times, and his eyes were already wet. The master’s kindness to him, I am afraid that he will not repay him in this life.

In this way, Yang Jiao embarked on a journey that never ends. He had no possessions and left this human tribe alone.

For Yang Jiao, Hou Yi can be said to have exhausted everything. He did not hesitate to pass on all the magical powers of his Witch Clan to Yang Jiao, because Yang Jiao’s talent is a manufacturable talent, but the Witch Clan is also completely After that, there will be no more insults in the world, and he does not want the inheritance of the Witch Clan to be cut off from him.

Actually, Yang Jiao’s Cultivation Base is inferior to Yang Jian of own Little Brother, because Yang Jiao’s current Cultivation Base has only reached the early stage of Taiyi Golden Fairy. However, Yang Jian has already reached the middle stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, but the Cultivation Base of the soul was originally not Yang Jiao’s strengths. He followed Houyi’s cultivation and polished his body. His body is already infinitely close to the level of a large Luo Jinxian. Regarding his true combat effectiveness, I am afraid that own Little Brother Yang Jian is beyond the reach.

Yang Jiao, who had left the human tribe, began to search around, asking about his mother and the whereabouts of the Little Brother and Little Sisters.

Yang Jiao traveled all the way around in this way, and finally he came to this place that the master said, that is, at the foot of Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, where Spirit Power is abundant, but the surrounding area gives people a very terrifying sense of oppression. A cultivator with insufficient Cultivation Base is afraid to come here, and it will explode and die in an instant.

Fortunately, Yang Jiao, following Hou Yi’s practice for many years, his body is indestructible, and this place does not pose too much threat to him. On the contrary, he discovered that this place still helped him cultivate his body. Fortunately, Yang Jiao stayed here.

As the so-called Heavenly Dao, everything is full but loses. Yang Jiao is also a smart person, and he soon discovered the strangeness of this place. It is precisely because of the abundance of Spirit Power here that these Spirit Powers are gathered together, unable to disperse, and it seems that they all have formed a substance in the end. They crazily pressed Yang Jiao’s body, and Yang Jiao gritted his teeth and sat on the ground, letting sweat rain down, but he stood still.

Hou Yi not only taught Yang Jiao the savage magical powers of the Wu Clan, he even taught Yang Jiao the bloodliness and perseverance of the Wu Clan. Therefore, Yang Jiao is not afraid of being crushed and broken. This is also the basic quality of a body cultivator.

About three months later, Yang Jiao’s physical body has been promoted to a new Realm, and he is only one step away from the real Daluo Jinxian. Now he is only one last chance, but this is impossible to force, and he needs to be smooth. Naturally, Yang Jiao was also content to get up. He found that there was a small mound here, and there was a familiar atmosphere under the high uplift mound.

Yang Jiao immediately understood that this should be the place where the master said he had buried the three arrows. When it was too late, Yang Jiao actually started to dig the soil with a pair of palms.

After less than half a stick of incense. Under the ground, there was a golden light suddenly rising into the sky, very dazzling. Then three sharp arrows appeared in Yang Jiao’s field of vision.

Even though it has been covered in dust for many years, at the moment he unearthed it, it still bloomed with a brilliant and peerless light.

Yang Jiao’s whole blood seemed to be boiling. This is a rare and good baby, but it is a pity that it is only incomplete.

However, Yang Jiao wouldn’t blame the heavens and others for this, as this thing felt hot in his hand. It seemed to be able to awaken the surging desire to fight in Yang Jiao’s body.

Yang Jiao closed his eyes and felt the aura flowing from the arrow, as if at this moment, Yang Jiao also saw Hou Yi who rushed to and fro on the Lich battlefield.