Nine Star Divine Dragon Technique

After a long time, when Jiang Xuan opened his heavy eyelids again, before he could see the surrounding scene clearly, a flood of memories suddenly came over him.

After a while, Jiang Xuan finally came back to his senses.

"The Nebula Tribe, once the top talent, now the useless young master..."

After Jiang Xuan digested the information, he gave a helpless smile. He didn't expect that the body he was looking for before he fell into coma turned out to be such a weak person.

However, Jiang Xuan would not do something like seizing a body unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, it was very dangerous every time.

In addition, Jiang Xuan's soul has also been severely damaged now. If the soul leaves the body again, I am afraid that it will not be able to fly for long and it will collapse.

Now that he has this physical body, although it is weaker, it can at least slowly repair the injuries he suffered this time. After his mental power and soul are restored, he can go back and fuse with his original physical body.

With these plans in mind, Jiang Xuan began to analyze his current situation.

If you want to recover the heavy damage to your soul, you need pills.

The original owner of this body was named Jiang Fan!

The tribe Jiang Fan belongs to is the Nebula Tribe. This Nebula Tribe was originally an eighth-level tribe, and it was a relatively powerful one among the eighth-level tribes.

At that time, if Jiang Xuan said it might be easier to get the medicinal materials to restore the injury.

However, the Nebula tribe has now fallen to the ninth level, and its training resources are already very scarce, let alone the elixir that can repair injuries.

The reason for all this was that an elder from the seventh-level tribe came to the Nebula Tribe and insisted on taking away the totem of the Nebula Tribe!

At that time, Grandpa Jiang Fan, who was the leader of the Xingyun tribe, fought to the death to get back the tribal totem, but his cultivation was far inferior to that of the seventh-level tribal elders, and he died on the spot.

The totem nebula stone of the Nebula tribe was also snatched away by the seventh-level tribe.

Without the totem, the entire Nebula Tribe no longer had the foundation for practice. The totem bloodlines of everyone were dispersed, and the Nebula Tribe fell directly to the ninth-level tribe, and from then on became a tribe that others ridiculed!

And this Jiang Fan was originally a young genius. When he was sixteen, his cultivation reached the third level of the True Yuan Realm. Among the thousands of eighth-level tribes at that time, he was already a top-level genius.

However, due to this incident, he lost his totem bloodline, and he was directly reduced from the famous genius boy to a waste!

It is extremely tragic for such a genius to suddenly turn into a waste overnight.

The people in the Nebula tribe also blamed Grandpa Jiang Fan for what happened to the tribe this time, so everyone was very repulsive towards Jiang Fan.

Today, Jiang Fan was seriously injured by someone else's palm. In addition, he was already frustrated, so he ended up dead in the end.

"It seems that if you want to obtain the resources for cultivation, you need to take back its totem and restore it to the eighth-level tribe!"

Jiang Xuan secretly said in his heart.

But before that, he needs to establish prestige in front of these tribesmen. Otherwise, for a young master that everyone despises, who will be willing to listen to his orders and help him regain the tribal totem!

but

How do we do this?

At this moment, a surprised voice came: "Young Master, you are finally awake!"

An old man with gray hair and a stooped body walked in with a bowl of soup and a look of surprise on his face.

This old man's name is Jiang Tong.

He was saved by Grandpa Jiang Fan when he went out. Later he became a slave of Jiang Fan's family, and he is also the one who now regards Jiang Fan as the young master in the entire Nebula tribe.

"Um!"

Jiang Xuan nodded.

Jiang Tong immediately said: "Young Master, when I brought you back, your breath was almost gone. Fortunately, God bless you, you are fine now, Young Master! You scared the old slave just now."

"Thank you, uncle, I just made you worry!"

Jiang Xuan smiled and said.

Seeing Jiang Xuan's expression, Jiang Tong's expression kept changing. In his impression, the young master was always sighing. When had he ever smiled? Could it be that he was beaten silly?

With this thought in his mind, Jiang Tong sighed and said, "Young Master, I see that your injuries have recovered a bit now. Let's leave quickly!"

"Walk?"

Jiang Xuan looked confused.

"Young Master, have you forgotten? This time you were almost beaten to death by Young Master Jiang Xiong. Obviously the elders no longer want us to stay in the tribe. If we continue to stay, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. Young Master Shi, you..."

Jiang Tong spoke with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I won't leave!"

Jiang Xuan responded.

"Young Master, don't be stupid. Even if we hide here and don't get out, so that Jiang Xiong can't find an excuse to attack you again, there are still three days before the tribal competition. By then, the tribal competition will be held. Everyone must participate in the competition. Those who are dissatisfied with you, Young Master, will probably take action. If Young Master does not leave now, he will definitely die in their hands in the tribal competition!"

Jiang Tong looked ugly.

"Tribal competition?"

A flash of light flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. It seemed that this tribal competition might be a good opportunity to establish prestige.

Seeing Jiang Xuan's look, Jiang Tong thought Jiang Xuan had been shaken, so he spoke again: "Yes, young master, so if we want to survive, we must leave now!"

"Jiang Tong, it seems like your waist has never been so bent before!"

Jiang Xuan looked at Jiang Tong and asked.

Jiang Tong was stunned for a moment. Some monks Zhang Er were confused. He sighed: "Young Master, don't you know this? Since the death of the patriarch, the tribe has been targeting our master and servant. The old slave has I was beaten by them once and my waist was injured, and since then, my waist has been unable to straighten up!"

"Actually, since then, your heart has been the same as your waist, which can never be straightened again!"

Jiang Xuan spoke. He looked at Jiang Tong's doubtful eyes and said, "You chose to bow to reality at that time, so when you faced those people later, you didn't even dare to raise your head. Jiang Tong, you Do you still remember that you are a warrior who has just entered the True Yuan realm?"

"Young Master, you..."

Hearing this, Jiang Tong's eyes changed drastically. The young master in front of him today looked like a different person. Normally, he would never say such a thing. After a long time, when Jiang Xuan opened his heavy eyelids again, before he could see the surrounding scene clearly, a flood of memories suddenly came over him.

After a while, Jiang Xuan finally came back to his senses.

"The Nebula Tribe, once the top talent, now the useless young master..."

After Jiang Xuan digested the information, he gave a helpless smile. He didn't expect that the body he was looking for before he fell into coma turned out to be such a weak person.

However, Jiang Xuan would not do something like seizing a body unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, it was very dangerous every time.

In addition, Jiang Xuan's soul has also been severely damaged now. If the soul leaves the body again, I am afraid that it will not be able to fly for long and it will collapse.

Now that he has this physical body, although it is weaker, it can at least slowly repair the injuries he suffered this time. After his mental power and soul are restored, he can go back and fuse with his original physical body.

With these plans in mind, Jiang Xuan began to analyze his current situation.

If you want to recover the heavy damage to your soul, you need pills.

The original owner of this body was named Jiang Fan! ??

The tribe Jiang Fan belongs to is the Nebula Tribe. This Nebula Tribe was originally an eighth-level tribe, and it was a relatively powerful one among the eighth-level tribes.

At that time, if Jiang Xuan said it might be easier to get the medicinal materials to restore the injury.

However, the Nebula tribe has now fallen to the ninth level, and its training resources are already very scarce, let alone the elixir that can repair injuries.

The reason for all this was that an elder from the seventh-level tribe came to the Nebula Tribe and insisted on taking away the totem of the Nebula Tribe!

At that time, Grandpa Jiang Fan, who was the leader of the Xingyun tribe, fought to the death to get back the tribal totem, but his cultivation was far inferior to that of the seventh-level tribal elders, and he died on the spot.

The totem nebula stone of the Nebula tribe was also snatched away by the seventh-level tribe.

Without the totem, the entire Nebula Tribe no longer had the foundation for practice. The totem bloodlines of everyone were dispersed, and the Nebula Tribe fell directly to the ninth-level tribe, and from then on became a tribe that others ridiculed!

And this Jiang Fan was originally a young genius. When he was sixteen, his cultivation reached the third level of the True Yuan Realm. Among the thousands of eighth-level tribes at that time, he was already a top-level genius.

However, due to this incident, he lost his totem bloodline, and he was directly reduced from the famous genius boy to a waste!

It is extremely tragic for such a genius to suddenly turn into a waste overnight.

The people in the Nebula tribe also blamed Grandpa Jiang Fan for what happened to the tribe this time, so everyone was very repulsive towards Jiang Fan.

Today, Jiang Fan was seriously injured by someone else's palm. In addition, he was already frustrated, so he ended up dead in the end.

"It seems that if you want to obtain the resources for cultivation, you need to take back its totem and restore it to the eighth-level tribe!"

Jiang Xuan secretly said in his heart.

But before that, he needs to establish prestige in front of these tribesmen. Otherwise, for a young master that everyone despises, who will be willing to listen to his orders and help him regain the tribal totem!

but

How do we do this?

At this moment, a surprised voice came: "Young Master, you are finally awake!"

An old man with gray hair and a stooped body walked in with a bowl of soup and a look of surprise on his face.

This old man's name is Jiang Tong.

He was saved by Grandpa Jiang Fan when he went out. Later he became a slave of Jiang Fan's family, and he is also the one who now regards Jiang Fan as the young master in the entire Nebula tribe.

"Um!"

Jiang Xuan nodded.

Jiang Tong immediately said: "Young Master, when I brought you back, your breath was almost gone. Fortunately, God bless you, you are fine now, Young Master! You scared the old slave just now."

"Thank you, uncle, I just made you worry!"

Jiang Xuan smiled and said.

Seeing Jiang Xuan's expression, Jiang Tong's expression kept changing. In his impression, the young master was always sighing. When had he ever smiled? Could it be that he was beaten silly?

With this thought in his mind, Jiang Tong sighed and said, "Young Master, I see that your injuries have recovered a bit now. Let's leave quickly!"

"Walk?"

Jiang Xuan looked confused.

"Young Master, have you forgotten? This time you were almost beaten to death by Young Master Jiang Xiong. Obviously the elders no longer want us to stay in the tribe. If we continue to stay, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. Young Master Shi, you..."

Jiang Tong spoke with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I won't leave!"

Jiang Xuan responded.

"Young Master, don't be stupid. Even if we hide here and don't get out, so that Jiang Xiong can't find an excuse to attack you again, there are still three days before the tribal competition. By then, the tribal competition will be held. Everyone must participate in the competition. Those who are dissatisfied with you, Young Master, will probably take action. If Young Master does not leave now, he will definitely die in their hands in the tribal competition!"

Jiang Tong looked ugly.

"Tribal competition?"

A flash of light flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. It seemed that this tribal competition might be a good opportunity to establish prestige.

Seeing Jiang Xuan's look, Jiang Tong thought Jiang Xuan had been shaken, so he spoke again: "Yes, young master, so if we want to survive, we must leave now!"

"Jiang Tong, it seems like your waist has never been so bent before!"

Jiang Xuan looked at Jiang Tong and asked.

Jiang Tong was stunned for a moment. Some monks Zhang Er were confused. He sighed: "Young Master, don't you know this? Since the death of the patriarch, the tribe has been targeting our master and servant. The old slave has I was beaten by them once and my waist was injured, and since then, my waist has been unable to straighten up!"

"Actually, since then, your heart has been the same as your waist, which can never be straightened again!"

Jiang Xuan spoke. He looked at Jiang Tong's doubtful eyes and said, "You chose to bow to reality at that time, so when you faced those people later, you didn't even dare to raise your head. Jiang Tong, you Do you still remember that you are a warrior who has just entered the True Yuan realm?"

"Young Master, you..."

Hearing this, Jiang Tong's eyes changed drastically. The young master in front of him today looked like a different person. Normally, he would never say such a thing.