The morning light was slightly revealed, and the remaining souls of the beasts that were sucked gradually were exhausted. The invisible force field released gradually weakened, and there was no effect of tempering. The soul sacrifice beast banquet came to an end.

The fire altar has been extinguished, and only some black-burned remains of wood. The copper cauldron has been put down, and there is still a lot of meat soup left in it.

Nan Liao, Zongsang and other middle-level and above Manwu came around with a smile, surrounded by turbid fruit wine, surrounded the bonfire, and drank bowls of warm meat soup from the copper cauldron, laughing and laughing.

The older boys such as Zong Ya, Zong Ling, Nanxi did not leave after the soul sacrifice. They pulled Chen Xun to sit next to the fire, begging the adults for a bowl of fruit wine.

Nan Liao, Zong Sang and others enlightened the Barbarian Soul. Although they had a total of fifteen or sixteen, they were the real backbone of the Black Python tribe.

They drank the meat soup and practiced after they went back. They could absorb the medicinal power and pure blood, without the need for quite alike.

This feast was of great help to Nan Liao, Zong Sang and others. Drinking the meat soup one by one, it was comparable to the previous three to five years of practice; however, the one who benefited the most were the black python boys such as Zong Ya and Zong Ling.

At this time, Chen Xun could clearly feel a more vigorous aura from Zong Ya, Zong Ling, and Nan Xi, the son of Nan Liao, and others. After a night of tempering, their bloodline, which is more than ten times pure, will lay a deep foundation for their barbarian martial arts practice.

Wu Gongzong Tu, who was twice as old as before, asked several old men in the village to help him walk down from the altar. He was so weak that he couldn't stand it. He sat in the fire and drank a bowl of meat soup to regain a little energy. He said with emotion:

"When the Su family had not yet left Tushan, the black python was the west of Tushan and ordered the tribes to command the tribes. At that time, the soul sacrifice beast banquet could be held almost once a month, and it would take three days and three nights to close. Now, decades of savings have been exhausted in one night..."

Nan Liao smiled cheerfully and said, "When Zongya, Zongya, Nanxi and others grow up, they will definitely lead their tribe members to go further, hunt more wild beasts and birds, and let Uncle come to the main sacrificial beast banquet! Maybe twenty or thirty years later, the black python will have the opportunity to move back to Canglan..."

"Canglan!" Wu Gongzong Tu looked at the north sky in a fascination.

Canglan!

Chen Xun was unable to walk out of the mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles, so he naturally didn't know what was going on in the Canglan Wasteland south of the Thousand Miles of Python.

According to the Western Wilderness Sutra, Canglan, south of Mangyaling and west of Tushan, is a wasteland adjacent to the Western Wilderness Jue Region and Yunzhou. There is a pass in Tushan, which connects Canglan. It is also the only way for Yunzhou to come out of Tushan and enter the Western Wilderness Jue Region.

Every spring when the ice melts, Canglan will be covered with five-colored small flowers and plants, and the thousands of miles of wasteland is colorful.

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

The Western Desert Region is a vast land of tens of thousands of miles, and the python ridge that traverses thousands of miles is just a tiny drop in it. Chen Xun did not have the opportunity to walk out of the python ridge, so naturally it is hard to imagine the vastness of this world. After the barbarian soul had a look last night, he was full of yearning for this world.

Wu Gongzong Tu restrained his stirring mood, and his soft and tired eyes turned to Chen Xun, and for a while, he said to Nan Liao and others: "Xian Man Zuling did not refuse A Xun's approach, but he is a foreign tribe after all. In the future, let A Xun learn some combat skills from Zongsang..."

"Jushun was under the fairy appearance just now, and he had a sense of emotion. His potential is so great that he shouldn't be taken into the clan. Let him and Zong Ling and others comprehend it together? How could Dad not keep his word!" Zong Sang was the first to jump out and question.

The public discussion before the Soul Sacrifice was clearly agreed upon, and it was also something that my father and Nan Liao and the others fought for. Zong Sang never thought that it would be, but his father changed his words first.

Seeing that his father looked firm, Zong Sang stood up anxiously, lifted a huge rock from the edge of the square, pointed at Chen Xun and said, "Axun, pick up this stone and let grandpa see how great your potential is!"

There are many huge rocks placed on the edge of the square, which are used for the barbarian martial arts to practice their strength, ranging from 100 kilograms to 300 kilograms.

Before, Ah Xun could barely lift a huge rock of 600 kilograms, which was comparable to the first-level third-level barbarian martial arts.

Zong Sang brought this huge stone at will, which was as high as him. It was a two thousand pounds of strength training stone. Chen Xun was a little hesitant when he saw it. How could he lift these heavy huge stones?

"Try it quickly, let Mr. Wu see how strong you are!" The other barbarians also shouted.

Chen Xun tried to put his hand on the edge of the huge rock, and felt that the stone had roots on the ground, but he lowered his body and rushed his arms. He felt that even if the stone had roots, it would not be able to be pulled off. He shook it twice, and then picked up the stone in one go.

However, Chen Xun could only do this. He felt that if he used force, the tendons that were as tight as a bowstring would be pulled and cracked.

Chen Xun threw the huge rock down, and with a "bang", he was also shocked: He returned to the village from Tuowujiulin. In just three days, he had only taken a black python pill and drank three big bowls of meat soup, and his strength increased three times!

"Drink, drink, drink!" The people surrounding the fire didn't expect that Chen Xun could really pick up the huge stone, and thought it would be great if he could shake the huge stone.

A huge rock of two thousand pounds is a small meaning for the upper level barbaric martial arts, but not everyone can pick it up for the middle level barbaric martial arts.

At this time, everyone looked at Wu Gongzong Tu. It would be a pity for a young man like Axun, who would not have been the members of the Wupython tribe.

Wu Gongzongtu narrowed his turbid eyes and shook his head firmly: "The rules set by the first man cannot be changed!"

Zong Sang was so angry that he wanted to pull off a few sparse white beards on his father's chin. What a breaking the rules? Isn't it just a big loss for Su's family before?

"Uncle, do you think Ah Xun should join the clan?" Zong Sang asked the several old men in the village sitting next to his father.

"Nan Liao, what do you think?" Several old men in the village asked Nan Liao.

In addition to Wu Gong, the clan leader is the leader.

Nan Liao was also puzzled why Wu Gongzongtu's attitude changed so much. Although he no longer insisted on refusing Chen Xun to join the clan, he was also worried about other things. After a long time of silence, he said, "Uncle should have his considerations. It's better for A Xun and Zongsang to learn combat skills."

Chen Xun knew in his heart that once he became a member of the Black Python tribe, he would have to take on the responsibility of protecting the Black Python like Nan Liao, Zong Sang, Zong Ya and others.

Grandpa Zongtu changed his original intention and made such arrangements just because he didn't want the black python to bind his hands and feet.

But in this world, he has nothing to do with except the black python. Can he not become a member of the Black python tribe? This kind of friendship can be abandoned?

Chen Xun kowtowed to Grandpa Zongtu with gratitude...

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With the permission of Zongtu, Nan Liao and others, in the next few months, every time Chen Xun returned from collecting herbs, he would first go to the square in front of the stone hall to practice the black python's bow and spear fighting skills with Zong Sang and others.

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

Zong Ya held a sharp spear made of animal bones and stepped on his footwork to dance a gray, endless shadow of green light spear.

The black python's Nine Nether Spear, split and cut, sweep and slap, and lift the nine-style spear posture.

Each spear posture is supplemented by asynchronicity such as straddle, step, step, and sweep, and there are dozens of changes.

But when I saw the shadow of the blue light spear hidden in Zong Ya's body, each spear has different changes, supplemented by punches and kicks, and the sound of shouting in my mouth was shocked. The whole person was like thunder rolling against the ground. If it touched a little, the bones and limbs would be broken, and the momentum would be terrifying.

Not only was the black python boy watching, full of envy and shock, they all wondered when they could practice the spear in their hands to this level. Even the middle-level barbarian martial artists who stood on the edge of the stone palace square and supervised the young men in the clan to practice combat skills with Zong Sang, saw Zong Ya waving the black python spear so fiercely, and they looked surprised and surprised on their faces. I really didn't expect that Zong Ya, who was only fourteen years old, would now have the ability to run side by side with them.

In time, it is not impossible for Zong Ya to grow into a new generation of Tianman powerhouses of the Black Python.

Zong Ya's rapid growth during this period has a direct relationship with the Soul Sacrifice Beast Banner.

Not only the black python boys such as Zong Ya, Zong Ling, Nanxi, and other black pythons, and the barbarian martial arts practices have burst out with great potential, and they have made great progress in a short period of time. After the strength of the core barbarian martial arts such as Zong Sang and Nan Liao, they not only dare to go further, but also go deeper into the depths of the python ridge, but also dare to hunt more powerful ferocious birds and beasts.

More wild beasts mean more abundant meat; more powerful wild beasts mean more pure flesh and blood can nourish qi and blood.

The soul sacrifice beast feast has brought the Black Python tribe into a more vital virtuous cycle. After returning from hunting, Zong Sang, Nan Liao and others, in addition to practicing themselves, also urged the young men such as Zong Ya to practice, hoping that the Black Python tribe will one day revitalize the glory of the old days.

Zong Sang looked even more proud and patted his boy Zong Ling's shoulder: "You learn from Zong Ya! You have some achievements and your tail will rise up to the sky. You are still far away from Zong Ya!"

Zong Ling had already enlightened the barbarian soul, but the child's character had not changed. He pouted and said disdainfully to him: "Zong Ya is two years older than me."

Zong Ling's words were exchanged for Zong Sang's big slap.

Zongsang yelled at his son: "Get out, practice spear for me, don't be slacking off!"

Zong Ling touched his head aggrievedly and said, "Everyone said he couldn't hit the head, I was stupid." Seeing that his eyes were like copper bells, he hurried to the corner to practice spears.

Chen Xun saw Zong Sang being powerful and strong, but he had no choice but to treat Zong Ling. He secretly felt funny. He didn't care about Zong Ling's arrival in the corner, and then focused on watching Zong Ya practice spear.

Chen Xunling knew someone very well and saw Zong Ya dancing the bone spear out of the black light, which was amazing, but only when the bone spear was thorning against the sting, it doubled out the sharp penetration momentum, which was far from ordinary spear fighting skills and.

Compared with the Nine Nether Barbarian Soul Figures painted on the animal skin, Zong Ya, who held a spear and stabbed against the enemy at this time, was considered to have a first three-point divine charm. In fact, Zong Ya was immersed in the spear technique, and his body and mind were combined. The barbarian soul he was enlightened unconsciously appeared and vaguely in the sea of ​​consciousness of the soul, exerting the mysterious power of the barbarian soul with its appearance.

The core of the black python's barbaric martial arts inheritance for thousands of years is the thorn in the picture of the animal skin that looks like the reverse scales painted.

This is comparable to the terrain of Tianhen, and the Taoist sting is the natural formation of the wild tribes called the Barbarian Soul War Martial Arts, and it is also the origin of the Black Python Nine Nether Spike.

The ancestors of the Black Python tribe have been constantly comprehending and improving from the Man Si, and evolved from the sting of the reverse scale. The Nine Nether Spear, which has evolved from the sting of the reverse scale, is a fighting technique that trembles Python Yaling.

However, when Chen Xun saw Zong Ya dancing with his spear, he had a deeper understanding:

Although the barbarian soul battle force used by the barbarian soul after the appearance is extremely powerful, fighting with the enemy still requires complete and varied combat skills to truly exert its power.
Chapter completed!