Chapter 17 The Art of Barbarianism

"Su Ming, these are things that are not in the inheritance, but they are things that every barbarian should know and remember! Grandpa may not be able to reach the dust in his life...

The barbarian of the Fengzhen tribe was not as good as me before he was 20 years old. It was not until he was 34 years old that he could barely fight with me. At that time, the grandfather, in the nearby tribes in all directions, everyone knew!" Grandpa slowly opened his mouth, and his old face flashed with a touch of rosyness, and there was a trace of distant pride in his eyes.

It's just that pride, as if it had been sealed with dust and stained with dust...

"At that time, I had reached the eighth level of blood clotting..." Grandpa sighed and murmured bitterly, as if recalling, and a wisp of sadness in his expression gradually revealed.

"Su Ming, you should remember that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside. Never be complacent..." Grandpa shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk about his past.

"Agong has been out three times in his life and has experienced a lot of things. Although I have lost a lot, I have learned a barbarian skill. This skill is far from what the Fengzhen tribe can know. Even in some large and medium-sized tribes, it is difficult to obtain. It is a barbarian method that only large tribes can master >

The real art of barbarism... can only be used once in a lifetime to prepare blessings for descendants. Grandpa's eyes condensed, his right hand suddenly raised, and his whole palm was bright red in an instant, slowly pressing on Su Ming's spirit.

"Su Ming, the only barbarian enlightenment in my life. I use it on you. I bless you. I hope you can fulfill my wish and let my Wushan Department reappear!!

Running qi and blood, Rong Agong condensed the blood of the barbarians for 80 years!" Grandpa's blood all over his body soared, especially his right hand, which seemed to drip blood, and a large number of blood lines appeared all over his body. It seemed that there were more than 700 blood lines!!

This is the real strength of Grandpa. There are more than 700 blood lines, so that although he only has the ninth layer of coagulation, it is enough to fight with the tenth layer of blood clotting!

Su Ming's body trembled, and in the qi and blood in his body, there was an extra magnificent warmth, which was poured into the spirit of heaven and integrated into the whole body, making his qi and blood flow suddenly soar. A large number of dark things were constantly secreted from Su Ming's sweat pores. His body gradually had a sense It is countless hairs all over the body absorbing the breath of the world at the same time.

The sound of clicked, Su Ming's body no longer trembled, but his face was ruddy, as if he had swallowed a big tonic, and the blood line on his body was even more mutated!

But the illusory seventh blood line condensed in an instant, and after condensing out, the eighth blood line followed, and the ninth line was even more looming.

The speed of qi and blood in Su Ming's body has reached an extremely horrible level. Every operation will make all his blood seem to be condensed, and even he has the illusion that his blood has become extremely sticky.

"This is the true meaning of blood clotting! Condense your own blood, and finally condensed out barbaric blood!"

When he practiced in the past, he always felt that it would not take long, and the blood in his body seemed to be not enough, but at this time, under the magnificent warmth of the spirit that day, this feeling disappeared, and even in a trance, he had an illusion.

The grandfather, surrounded by blood, seems to have become a huge blood-colored light mass, and he is also a blood-colored light mass, but compared with it, it is like a bright moon and a firefly, but at this moment, the firefly is absorbing the light of the bright moon and is growing rapidly.

"This... is what Grandpa said. The real barbarian enlightenment of my barbarian clan, the first barbarian method that only large tribes can have!!"

The ninth blood line condensed out, and the feeling of strength filled Su Ming's whole body. A large amount of black dirt on his body seemed to have flowed out, replaced by an indescribable fragrance.

Su Ming was immersed in this feeling, which was very warm.

Grandpa has always observed Su Ming's body. He knows this first barbarian skill, the real barbarian enlightenment. The focus is not to improve the cultivation of the younger generation, but to force out all the debris in the younger generation's body and create a suitable body for the other party, which can make the younger generation more flatter in practice.

This is not simply forcing out dirt, but based on his own blood, it is carried out in a way that he doesn't understand, and this is the only time in his life!

If you want to start it for the second time, the person who performed this technique will immediately explode and die, and the soul will no longer exist.

As the fragrance of Su Ming's body became thicker and thicker, Grandpa gradually smiled on his face, but he did not stop, but took a deep breath, raised his left hand, and pressed his palm on his right hand. Then, a more magnificent warmth bombarded into Su Ming's body.

Su Ming's body shook violently. His body had no black dirt, but at this moment, in the warm inflow, there was a pounding sound from his body, but a lot of black dirt came out again.

At the same time, the tenth blood line on Su Ming's body condensed quickly from the blur. In just a moment, it completely solidified, and even the eleventh blood line gradually loomed!

Once the eleventh blood line is solidified, it means that Su Ming has become the third layer of coagulation!

But the eleventh blood line seemed to be extremely difficult to completely condense, until Su Ming's body no longer had black dirt and his whole body was full of fragrance, the eleventh blood line was still looming.

"Su Ming, I can't help you forcibly upgrade your realm, which is not good for you, but with your efforts, it won't take long for you to reach the third level by yourself." Grandpa's voice echoed in Su Ming's ear.

Su Ming took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment he opened his eyes, the world he saw in front of him was different. It seemed to be clearer than before, as if there were many subtleties that he had not noticed before, but now he is clear in his mind.

The world is different.

His eyes are as clear as water, but if you look carefully, it will be like an abyss, which makes people can't help but indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

He saw Grandpa, but at this moment, Grandpa's face was much older and faintly tired. He looked at his eyes, which contained deep kindness and family affection.

Su Ming looked at Grandpa in a sway, knelt there in silence, and kowtowed gently to Grandpa.

"Okay, you've grown up, and it's not Rasu anymore. Grandpa is a little tired. Go back and let me have a rest.

"Gong..." Su Ming bit his lip, took a deep look at Grandpa, and remembered everything in his heart. Eternal life, forever, he will not forget. There is such a person who accompanied him for so many years when he was young, let him know the family affection and let him understand this kind of family affection. You can't repay it for a lifetime...

"In a few days, you will follow me... the Fengzhen tribe, visit the barbarians of the Fengzhen tribe, and see the barbarians of the Fengzhen tribe. At that time, the Ministry of Montenegro, the Oolong Department, and other small tribes nearby will go... to the creation of your generation of children..." Before leaving, Su Ming' The voice of the public.

"I have used the brute force to hide the qi, blood and fragrance on your body. Unless the cultivation is higher than mine, no one can detect it. Don't tell anyone about your becoming a barbarian... Everything, wait until I find out the traitor and make a decision."

Su Ming nodded, watched A Gong cross-legged his eyes, immersed in the practice, and then gently left here.

He knows the Fengzhen tribe, which is the only medium-sized tribe in the nearby eight directions. It belongs to the hegemon of this place. Su Ming has heard rumors that the grandfather of the Fengzhen tribe is a strong man in the open world. Not to mention having a very long life span, he also has the power to reach the sky.

"Kaichenjing... I don't know if I can achieve it in my life... Can I draw my own barbaric lines in person..." Su Ming's eyes showed longing. For him, Kaichenjing is like a legend, too far away.

"It turns out that the real strength of the Grandpa is so strong... So did the barbarians of the Black Mountain I heard about before also contain secrets... Otherwise, they can't continue until now..." Su Ming shook his head and didn't think about it again.

When he arrived at the home that had not returned for several months, Su Ming looked at the familiar place and calmed down. It was very neat and there was no dust. Su Ming knew that this must be the days when he left, and Chen Xin came.

Chenxin is the only barbarian woman in the Wushan tribe who has more contact with Su Ming. She is the daughter of the patriarch and will only marry the future patriarch, so that the continuation of the tribe will not have branches.

Su Ming knew this very early, and he didn't have too many feelings. In his heart, Chen Xin was like a sister, with no other emotions.

Sitting cross-legged on the wood**, Su Ming touched the fragments on his neck and was contemplative.

When the color gradually darkened, Lei Chen came to Su Ming with doubts, but after seeing Su Ming again, he was stunned again. The naive look made Su Ming laugh.

He took out the herbs obtained from the bones of the barbarians of the Black Mountain. Su Ming naturally knew this Tianyan grass, which was very cherished. He had only picked it once in the mountains over the years, and it was still a seedling. Unlike the one in front of him, it had completely grown up and had six leaves.

"Six-leaf Tianyancao, I need more refining medicine. I can give you a leaf, which may increase your cultivation a lot." Su Ming took a leaf and handed it to Lei Chen.

Lei Chen scratched his head with a smile, and patted his chest with some embarrassment.

"Su Ming, I don't know anything. Anyway, I told you when I was a child. In the future, I will be the grandfather of our tribe. With me, I will always protect you!"

Su Ming laughed and chatted with Lei Chen. After seeing Lei Chen holding the leaves of the rock grass that day, he looked like he was distracted. Obviously, he wanted to go back and swallow the practice immediately.

So he looked tired. Lei Chen immediately cheered up and quickly got up to leave.

At this moment, it was completely dark, and the tribe was slowly silent. Su Ming put his chair against the door, sat cross-legged to ** and took a deep breath. He touched the fragments on his neck with his right hand, and the strange place he saw that day came to his mind.

"I have prepared enough dust to disperse... This time, I don't know if there is any harvest..." Su Ming closed his eyes. He had long thought out the way to enter that strange place, which requires careful practice. When the blood line of the whole body is condensed in his chest, he can step into a strange feeling.

He has tried many times in his previous practice, and this time, he will put it into action.

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