Technology changes the life of cultivators

Ye Jianling took a peek at it, only to find that the three pheasant tail feathers on the huntress were green.

While most of the other hunters have a red tail feather on their heads, a few of them, including the big man in front of them, have two red feathers on their heads.

The ranks are distinct, and the status of this sacrificial saint is very high.

"A poor man who is separated from his relatives, his second uncle is probably gone!" The huntress said to the burly hunter in a low voice: "Later, we Zhuo Yan's department, whatever we do, we can't do without him, oh Oh, he's a fool!"

Ye Jianling decided to fight for some power for himself, he muttered: "Little Yezi is not stupid, Second Uncle said... Second Uncle said Little Yezi didn't... just didn't have a reflex arc!"

"Hahaha!"

A group of hunters laughed out loud.

No reflex arc?Isn't that the second idiot?

It's just that you are so silly and cute!

"The sun is westward, the hunting time is over, let's all go home!"

This time, he didn't grab his collar anymore, and the priestess led the way, holding Ye Jianling's arm.

This group of people walked like an army crossing the border, and some wild beasts who were alone did not dare to face them directly, and hid far away.

Seeing Ye Jianling looking around curiously, the priestess explained with a smile.

"This is the outskirts of the Million Mountains. It is much safer than the place you stayed in just now. If you go deeper into that place, you will encounter a large number of desolate beasts. We can't deal with them! Wild beasts are afraid of fire, but desolate beasts with awakened wisdom But they love the mountains and forests the most, they want to extinguish the fires when they see them, you just wanted to die."

What's the meaning?Ye Jianling couldn't believe it, the savage beasts were forest rangers and fire brigades?
Even a fairy like the saint can't deal with it?

How powerful are those desolate beasts?
Immortal world is indeed not a place where ordinary people can stay, and my current strength is not enough!

"We come from the Zhuoyan tribe, one of the countless small tribes outside the million mountains! Under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Five Elements Sect!"

The sacrificial saint didn't care if Ye Jianling, a "two idiots", could understand or not, and said to himself: "You are walking alone on a million mountains, and nine lives are not enough to die. From now on, you will stay in our Zhuoyan Department Come on, starve to death!"

What if I don't go with you?Ye Jianling is Xiaobai in the fairy world, a low-level cultivator with black eyes.

Although he can summon a powerful hot weapon, even a fairy can do it to death, but his own strength is too low.

The opponent sends out a big move, and it's hard to hide!

Ye Jianling desperately needed to find a safe place, at least to restore his cultivation.

Can use Xiaoyao Dao without restriction, at least escape is guaranteed, isn't it?
Zhuoyan tribe is located in a deep mountain canyon, the north and south sides are thousands of feet of cliffs, it is difficult for birds to cross.

It is said that the exit to the west was blocked, and the only exit to the east was forty or fifty feet high and heavily guarded.

On these bluestones, countless formations are layered on top of each other, and the spiritual light is shining.

There is a lot of space in the canyon, tall houses with log structures dotted all over, and there are many fields in the surrounding area, full of golden spiritual valleys and green vegetables and fruits.

The small tribe in the mouth of the sacrificial saint is actually not too small, with no less than 5000 people, men, women and children.

The red sun is slanting westward, and the tired birds return to the forest.

Dozens of hunting teams rushed back from all directions, and thousands of animals and birds filled the tribal square.

Old people, women, and children held magical weapons and swords, and happily participated in the process, pumping the sutras and skinning, pretending to be blood and flesh, and being very busy.

This may be their daily work, right?If you don't do it, how can you have a free meal?

Sure enough, the priestess pointed to the square and said: "The hunting season is only three months, and everyone is not idle! You just came, and I will give you three days to get familiar with our Zhuoyan Department, and then you must come here to work every day! You Your strength is too low, you can’t go hunting, but you can work with the elderly and children, right?”

"I...I can do it!"

Ye Jianling secretly cursed in his heart, brother, I am the number one expert in the lower realm, okay?
If you can't even do this job of slaughtering well, you might as well just hit your head to death.

It's only three months, there is still plenty of time to practice!

The saint's eyes are beautiful, and her smile is like a crescent moon.

"Okay, come with me to see the high priest!"

The tallest and most magnificent pointed wooden building in the tribe is the sacrificial hall.Even the patriarch's meeting hall is much shorter.

In the two bronze censers at the door, curling sandalwood incense is burning.

The tall and hideous golden lacquer sculpture in the temple is probably the totem statue of the tribe. Ye Jianling went to the village to do as the Romans did, and bowed respectfully with the saint.

On the surrounding crane lampstands, bright candles were burning, exuding a refreshing fragrance, probably made of some kind of strange animal fat.

On the futon on the second floor, an old man with a white beard who was dressed like Ye Jianling raised his head with a smile.

"Ling'er, where did you invite the distinguished guest?"

The saint jumped up and ran to the old man, and said affectionately, "Grandpa Priest, his brain is not working well! He said he got separated from his second uncle! I think this man is very pitiful, so I picked him up!" "

With a flash of the old priest's fingertips, a shiny green gem the size of a fist was held in his palm.

I don't know what sacrificial words he was chanting, the gemstone suddenly shone brightly, and a vague figure flickered within it and then disappeared completely!

There was a trace of blood dripping from the corner of the old priest's mouth, but he didn't care, he laughed and put away the gemstone.

"Your guest, it really is a guest! Ling'er, find a place for this guest, um, give you a storage ring!"

The old man tossed it casually, and a simple volley flew towards Ye Jianling, who hurriedly caught it.

The strange behavior of the old man made him puzzled. This ring is not small. There are more than 15 top-quality spirit stones and [-] yuan gold-type wood-type moire jade pieces in it. , something elusive in the Nether.

When Ye Jianling saw the saint named Ling'er, envy flashed in her eyes. She was staring at the ring in her hand!

The two bid farewell to the old priest and walked out of the hall. Ling'er said enviously: "Grandpa Priest thinks highly of you! This kind of middle-grade storage ring is given to you! There are no hunters in the tribe! I am still low-grade, Only ten cubes."

Ye Jianling asked curiously: "Is the storage ring very... very precious?"

Ling'er looked at Ye Jianling like an idiot, yes, he was pretending to be an idiot.

"Of course it's expensive! A low-grade storage ring costs ten pieces of fairy crystals. The spirit energy in this world is too strong, and the material of the storage ring is insufficient. It is difficult to withstand the oppression of the spirit energy. Cabbage!"