167 Agong Shansong Manshou Airspace

Regarding the lack of the description of the protagonist as a businessman, I feel that there is also some suspicion of hanging a sheep's head and selling dog meat. At the beginning, there was only a short length when setting the plot of the nine-ring star, but the later side plots increased, which overwhelmed the business. The experience is not enough. I'm sorry here!

I also found it later, so I focused on modifying the outline of the second volume, focusing on the cultivation of business and economic chambers of commerce, and the quadrupent is a place of commercial prosperity. Many fairyland people come here... Er, it is revealed here that there is definitely a strong commercial atmosphere, which will not disappoint everyone. If this volume is written again. The meaning of the fairy businessman, I just destroyed this signboard, and I can't fool around anymore.

In the four-pole continent, it is said that a strong human race of a four-pole immortal king condensed and melted many caves and star fragments with great magic power, and then opened them up. Therefore, the continent is named after the four poles, and the continent is also absorbing many meteorites and stars.

This legend is spread in the human race, barbarians, demons or other ethnic groups. Everyone on the mainland knows it, and it is in the enlightenment class of a three-year-old child.

Xue Chen also knew from the conversation of the residents of the Sanshan tribe. He often looked up at the starry sky at night and found that the sky on the continent was very high, many times higher than the nine-ring star. The light of the divine eye could not be detected, but it faintly sensed a light blue aperture. He guessed that it was the atmosphere.

One morning, the mountain bear practiced martial arts in front of his yard. Xue Chen sat and watched. The tigers and tigers danced the mountain bear danced. The moves were not very exquisite, but they were directly decisive and brave and invincible. There was also a kind of momentum brewing, which resonated and fluctuated with the three peaks, which was somewhat similar to the fists of the human race.

After practicing the 72 formula nine times, Shan Xiong closed his fist and smiled at Xue Chen, "Brother Xue, how is my Zhenshan boxing?"

"Ha ha! It's very powerful. I suggest you find an open space in the medicine field, keep an eye on the three mountains, and practice this set of boxing is more effective. Xue Chen replied.

"Then I'll try it." Whether the mountain bear is true or not, he immediately walked out of the yard and went down the mountain from the stone steps to experiment.

Xue Chen looked at the mountain bear far away, and then looked up at the other two peaks, sensing the three triangular mountains, and muttered in a low voice, "These three mountains are very extraordinary!" There is some kind of ancient power hidden, and there is a spirit of three mountains and five mountains to suppress the eight wildernesses!"

When the sun was about to set, the mountain bear came back. His head was sweaty, and his thick pores exuded light red heat. Although he was very tired, he was extremely excited: "Brother Xue, I practiced against Sanzu Mountain as you said. At the end of the day, I was much more proficient in boxing and my strength doubled."

"Sure enough, the power of the Sanshan tribe comes from these Sanzu Mountain, with the same root and origin," Xue Chen was secretly clear. He shook his head and smiled at the mountain bear: "The first practice is effective, and the later is relatively poor. Don't hope too much. You need to make a footprint step at a time. When you practice boxing to a perfect level, you can break through. . "

"Well, I understand. Grandpa also said that my boxing can attract the stones of Sanzu Mountain to condense the barbarian lines, and become a barbarian general!" The mountain bear is still a father-in-law, and the mantra remains unchanged.

And Xue Chen listened, and his eyes flashed, understanding that the barbarian generals are equal to immortals. The barbarians get the barbarian lines that need to be condensed, which may be the peak patterns on the bodies of those strong people.

Every night, Xue Chen meditates and practices in this small house, swallows Yuehua's mixed body strength and a little fairy power to impact the acupuncture point, and washes the magic pattern. At present, more than 20 magic tricks have been combed.

It is still difficult, because the space power of the space storm infiltration into the body contains sharp characteristics. The magic lines are chaotic. In the broken eyes, it is more difficult to connect and comb than the condensive shaping, and those space sharpness can only rely on the instinct of the five viscera to encourage, so that the five elements of the magic wheel grind away little by little, which takes a lot of time.

He has twelve thousand nine thousand six hundred tricks, and the journey is extremely far away.

After a night, he sorted out another one. He could use more fairy power in the sea of qi to moisturize the magic trick, and his strength increased a lot.

These days, the mountain bear works hard to practice boxing every day, leaving early and returning late. Xue Chen makes some dried meat and fruits to eat. In fact, he has already opened the valley, but these animal meats contain pure blood, and the fruits are also the best fruits, washing the body and spirit, but in this energetic world, I'm afraid it is the lowest material.

"The southern region is rich in products, but these fruits and animal meat are ordinary home-cooked meals. No wonder human merchants salivate." As a businessman, Xue Chen naturally realized the resources of the southern region at the first time. Through his observation these days, he found that the utilization rate of nature by the barbarians was very low. In fact, many vegetation and minerals have a special role.

However, if it is really mined by the human race, I'm afraid it will lose this primitive natural scenery.

"You're awake." Suddenly, a voice sounded in Xue Chen's ear. He turned his head and saw an old man in blue animal skin and a sheep helmet walking into the courtyard.

"Are you... Xiong's grandfather?" Xue Chen asked intuitively.

"Yes, old man Shan Song, you were still in a coma when you left last time," Shanxiong's grandfather looked warm and very friendly. "I was worried about your injury, but I didn't expect to be able to walk on the ground so soon. It seems that he has a good physique!"

After saying that, Shan Song put down the sack on his back, opened the mouth of the bag, took out a large number of animal skin and bones from it, and then reached out again. A strange gravitational pulls the seven or eight bamboo baskets hanging on the wall, turned the sack upside down, and more animal flesh fell down, and the blood was red, but there was no blood dripping, but it was condensed on the animal flesh. Blood The crystal was shining and exuding a strong blood. Xue Chen felt that his physical strength increased a little when he smelled it, which was no worse than a grade of fairy material.

"Ageun, you're back," suddenly a roar came from the bottom of the stone steps. The mountain bear saw Xue Chen and Shansong far down, and then ran up crazily, holding a smaller head than him and said, "Aunuch, you have been out for so long that A bear misses you."

"Ha ha! A Xiong, my father-in-law also misses you," Shan Song patted A Xiong on the shoulder, and then slowly pushed it away. A fist-sized blood-yellow gallbladder came from the bamboo basket, barely swaying in the mountain bear.

"Ah! It's my favorite bear bile. You're so kind, Grandpa. The mountain bear jumped happily and grabbed it from the mountain pine.

Shansong brushed his black beard, and then smiled at Xue Chen, "This time, our team has been killing the iron-clad bear. A Xiong has liked to eat bear bile since he was a child. I specially exchanged it for him. You can also taste it in the evening. This bear bile is very effective in detoxifying and clearing eyes, and may also help your injury."

Looking at this picture and listening to the simple words, Xue Chen can feel the love of Shansong for the mountain bear. The value of bear bile must be expensive, and it must need a lot of things to get it.

"Dad, I want to eat bear bile soup," Shan Xiong gave the bear bile to Shan Song again, and then turned to Xue Chen and said, "Brother Xue, let's go. Let's go to barbecue. It's best to eat it with bear bile soup in the evening."

Then, the mountain bear picked up a few pieces of lean fresh meat, pulled Xue Chen to the stone concave next to the stove, set up an iron net, put the meat on it, and roasted it on the fire. Sometimes he put down some ground seasonings of medicinal herbs, which was fragrant.

And Shansong smiled and packed up his things, and then came to the stove, drew water to brush the pot, set the fire to heat it, then put water and add ingredients, and shot a wisp of strong awns at his fingertips to chop the bear bile evenly, put it into the pot, and then cover it to steam it.

It's like a primitive life, but it's full of laughter. Xue Chen has never experienced this kind of happiness. He smells the fragrance of emanating from the pot, as if he can wash the soul magazine. In the heart of Wuxiang God, people are richer, which is better than brocade and jade food.

When turning over the barbecue, the three of them chatted. Xue Chen also followed A Xiong to call Shan Song as Grandpa and was much closer, and Shan Song also knew Xue Chen's name, which was called A Chen.

"Dad, I saw some people wearing helmets on the mountain, most of which are sheep's heads, and some are horse heads. Does this have anything to do with the strength of strength?" Xue Chen raised a question.

"Achen, you are very accurate in your eyes," Shan Song smiled gently and then explained, "This helmet is the proof of our barbarian generals. It is awarded by the elders or barbarians when the people become barbarians. They are divided into three barbarians, such as sheep's head, horse's head and bull's head. Oh, it is equivalent to your human fairy soul, immortal and Taoist palace."

Listening to this, Xue Chen nodded and knew that he had guessed correctly. Then he asked, "The brute head is..."

When Xue Chen mentioned the 'barbarian head', Shan Song's face was immediately solemn. A Xiong was also full of longing. He looked up at the high altitude between the three mountains and said admiringly, "The barbarian head is the leader of our three mountain tribe. It has not come out in the ancestral mountain space for thousands of years. The barbarian head is extremely powerful. Only the fourth-class barbarian generals have it. The qualification is 'first', which is equivalent to the immortal in the airspace of your human race.

"Barbarian head, airspace!" Xue Chen was shocked. He didn't expect that the Sanshan tribe had a strong man in the fourth realm of Xiandao, and he finally knew the name of the fourth realm, which was originally called the airspace realm.

Originally, Xue Chen wanted to continue to ask about the latter two realms, but as soon as he thought turned, he pressed it down. He guessed that there were many immortals in the four continents, and everyone must know the six realms of immortals. If it is proposed at this time, it would be suspicious.

Then, he followed the two of them and looked up. He had insight and found that there was a weak fluctuation in the void, which resonated with the three mountains. There seemed to be something hidden behind it, which was similar to Dongtian.

After that, Shan Xiong said, "The barbarian general is from level 1 to level 9 barbarian. I am a level 9 barbarian. Grandpa said that I have a high talent and I will definitely become a barbarian general in the future."

"Well, A Xiong is very confident. You can definitely surpass A Gong and become a second-class barbarian." Shan Song encouraged him.

When the sun was about to fall, the barbecue was also good, emitting a seductive smell of meat. The bear bile soup also exuded a strange aroma, which made people's ears and eyes cool and the whole body was soothing. Some people who walked along the road stopped and said to this side: "Brother Song cooked bear bile soup for Axiong again! The craftsmanship is getting better and better, and I'm drooling when I smell it.

"Mountain wolf, my bear is growing, but I don't have your share." When Shan Song heard the sound, he immediately protected the pot table and stared at a thin and tall man.

"Haha!" The other people who passed by laughed and embarrassed the mountain wolf, but they looked back at every step, their noses shrugged, as if they were greedy.

When the mountain wolf's eyes left with pity, Shan Song turned his head and saw A Xiong bow to Xue Chen and said, "Uncle Shanlang always likes to eat. When I was a child, he cheated me with a piece of my legs and bones!"

"You can't speak ill of your elders." Shan Song heard the sharp jump of his eyebrows and scolded the mountain bear.

The mountain bear suddenly shrank his head and hurriedly took the barbecue into the room. Xue Chen secretly smiled and followed, feeling extremely relaxed and happy.

After waiting for a while, Shansong brought a big stone bowl. The soup was yellow and white, decorated with green onions, fragrant, and his body was floating. Even Xue Chen couldn't stand it. The mountain bear immediately started, picked up a spoon and tasted it a little: "It smells so good!"

Then, he picked up a bunch of barbecue in the other hand, bit it on the side, and ate it tastefully.

Shan Song smiled helplessly at Xue Chen: "A Chen, you can eat too!"

The sunset glow reflected on the three people through the window, the light red afterglow sprinkled on the meat and soup, and the room was full of laughter.