Obtain the gluttonous bloodline from the beginning of the fight

Chapter 422 Misunderstanding

"Are all the women of the Witch Clan so savage? They didn't even finish their sentence. That's too reckless!"

It was the first time that Ling Feng was being driven to the shelves, and Ling Feng felt extremely bumpy and helpless as he carried the product on his shoulders.

If there is no way, who told me that I can't beat these two witch women.

Especially Xuan Ming, who is a female tyrannosaur in human form, with a temper as violent as her figure.As soon as Hongying flies, it is a distance of a million miles. It is really too late to catch up with the wind and the moon!

Soon, Ling Feng was brought into his tribe by Xuan Ming.

"Sister, you are home, you can check this guy carefully to see if he is our clansman."

Xuan Ming put Ling Feng down, and said to Houtu who followed him.

Houtu nodded, and walked up to Ling Feng, who said, "You really misunderstood me, I'm really not your clansman."

"Don't talk nonsense, just lie down, right? My sister will check it and she will know."

Xuan Ming stretched out his hand, and an ice spear suddenly appeared, striking Ling Feng directly.

Feeling threatened, Ling Feng didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and lay down directly on the dead body with his eyes closed, as if a man who was about to be fucked by a strong woman was being inspected by Houtu.

Seeing this, Houtu couldn't help laughing, and she was kind, and gave a word of relief. "Don't worry, just check it, it won't hurt you."

Ling Feng also felt Houtu's kindness, nodded his head, and remained silent.

He knew that the other party mistook him for his ethnicity and would not hurt him, otherwise, Ling Feng would not have been captured so obediently.

"You practice eight or nine profound arts?"

Hou Tu asked, his voice was still very soft, Ling Feng unknowingly became less nervous, and opened his mouth to reply: "Yes, but I"

Before Ling Feng could finish speaking, the carefree Xuanming immediately burst out laughing, "Haha. How dare you say that you are not a descendant of Father God! Eighty-nine profound arts are only owned by our twelve ancestor witches, and we all rely on Father God to inherit them." The exercises given by memory, if you are not a descendant of the Father God, how can you know the eighty-nine profound arts?"

"I"

Ling Feng was speechless. He couldn't tell the secrets of the system, so he couldn't explain the origin of the eight or nine profound arts, so he was speechless.

"Is there nothing to say?"

Xuan Ming hugged the proud peaks with his slender hands, looking down at Ling Feng with a smug smile.

Seeing this, Ling Feng didn't explain any more. He closed his eyes and lay down on the dead body, giving up struggling.

Can't explain clearly, what can he do?
Hard on!

However, when Ling Feng stopped talking, the two ancestor witches took it as acquiescence, and they treated Ling Feng with a touch of gentleness.
Crouching down, Xuan Ming couldn't help poking Ling Feng's small face with his cold little hand, his eyes were rarely gentle.

"This guy is quite handsome, better looking than his brothers, and much more polite."

Xuanming murmured inwardly, and immediately complained again: "It's just that I always use some tricks, I'm not upright at all, and I like to use magic weapons."

Speaking of this, the two women suddenly felt strange, they looked at each other and communicated with each other.

"Sister, isn't it true that our witch clan has no primordial spirit? But why can he still use magic weapons?"

"Could it be that he was not attacked by the evil spirits like us, so he preserved his soul? He is not the same as us, and he doesn't recognize us?"

Xuan Ming's voice became louder and louder, and his thoughts became more and more biased. The key is that Xuan Ming felt that this was very possible. He couldn't help but said to Hou Tu: "Sister, please check again to see if this guy is practicing eight or nine." Xuan Gong?"

"The Bajiu Xuangong is our accompanying memory. Except for us and the twelve ancestor witches, no one can practice it. The brothers have never taught others. If he really knows it, he must be of the blood of the Father God."

"I see!"

The pupils of the two girls became brighter, and their hearts were very excited.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were formed by the essence and blood of Pan Gu.It's just that they are born of turbidity, polluted by gods and evil spirits, born without souls, do not know the number of days, and do not practice spells, but they are born with laws and invincible.

For monks of the same level, they are almost invincible.

It's just that, because I can't use the magic weapon, I really suffer a bit, especially because I don't know the number of days, I can't deduce the way of heaven, and I don't know how many times I have been counted.

Now, they met a tribesman who knew how to use soul and magic weapon, and the two girls were overjoyed!
Especially Houtu, she didn't know how long she had been worrying about the primordial spirit of the Wu clan.

Now, she seems to see a way out.

Immediately, Houtu's little hands began to explore Ling Feng's body. Without the primordial spirit to perceive it, he could only use the simplest and rude physical contact to perceive it.

"Sigh~"

Hou Tu's warm little hand sank directly into Ling Feng's clothes, causing the latter to take a breath of cold air.

A pornographic man cannot stand such stimulation.

However, now that he is a piece of meat on the chopping board, he can only endure this stimulation and let Hou Tu fumble around.

Simply put, Houtu Xiaoshou didn't probe deeply, but it didn't embarrass Ling Feng.

At this moment, Houtu was carefully perceiving the movement of Qi and blood in Lingfeng's body, but after a while, Houtu's eyes widened instantly.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Seeing the change in Houtu's expression, Xuan Ming couldn't help asking again.Only then did Houtu come back to her senses. Immediately afterwards, she did not transmit the sound again, but said to Xuanming with an excited face: "Sister, it is really eight or nine profound arts, and it cannot be more authentic. Moreover, his eight or nine mysterious arts The speed of operation is not weaker than ours."

After some physical detection on Ling Feng's body, Hou Tu instantly sensed the circulation path of Qi and blood in his body.

It is indeed eight or nine profound arts without a doubt, and the speed of operation is extremely good, not much weaker than those ancestor witches.

This made Houtu even more convinced that Ling Feng was their clansman, and, like their ancestor witches, he was the direct descendant of Pan Gu's father god.

"Is it really eight or nine profound arts?"

When Xuan Ming heard this, the excitement on his face could not be concealed, "Then he must be the bloodline left by God Father and be our little brother!"

Houtu was also extremely excited at the moment, and felt that it was worth going out this time.

Not only did they find the blood relatives left behind by the father god, but the key is a person with a soul, which is simply a great joy for the Wu clan.

For a moment, both Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming were extremely excited.

"Sister, since it's been confirmed, we can notify my brother and them."

Hou Tu couldn't help feeling a little impatient at the moment, Xuan Ming became furious when he heard it,

"I'm going to tell my brothers."

The voice is still resounding here, but Xuan Ming has long since disappeared here.

"It's over, the misunderstanding is big, what should I do? Could it be that I will become a member of the Wu clan in the future?"

Looking at all this, Ling Feng felt a little broken and helpless.

He is obviously not a witch, but now, being teased by the two tiger girls Xuanming Houtu, he is not white, but also white.

Up to now, he has been unable to change.

Moreover, it cannot be changed.

It's just that Ling Feng feels very pained if he wants the Lich to be robbed. He really doesn't want to be involved in the battle in this prehistoric world.

He just wants to develop peacefully and reach the peak.

However, reality is always unsatisfactory.

(End of this chapter)