Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

The depth of clouds and mist in Hengshan Mountain was beyond Fang Yang's imagination, and Fang Yang even felt like he was about to get lost.

During this period, he flew up to nine heavens, intending to use the wind to disperse the clouds and fog. However, somehow, no matter how strong the wind he stirred up, he could not blow the clouds and mist.

He took out the Baoguang Bronze Mirror and used the sun's brilliance accumulated in the Baoguang Bronze Mirror to illuminate the clouds and mist, trying to illuminate a path with the mirror's light, but in vain.

This kind of fog was in Hengshan again, and Fang Yang quickly thought of an allusion.

When Huangdi fought against the Jiuli clan, he was once trapped in a strange fog formation by the Jiuli clan.

Later, Huangdi built a treasure called the Hongtian Compass and blasted away the fog array, so he could identify the direction.

Except for the fog formation of the Jiuli clan, Fang Yang really couldn't think of any kind of fog that could make an immortal with the strength of Taiyi Golden Immortal get lost.

But what surprised him was that such mist was not poisonous. If it were him, he would definitely poison the mist to make it more powerful.

Knowing that he had nothing to do with the fog in the mountains, Fang Yang found a mountain river and flew along it.

Fog can confuse people's perception, but it cannot change the environment.

He flew for another seven or eight days and even found the end of the river. He could only walk by feeling.

On this day, a loud noise caught his attention.

"Let's go faster!"

"Why are you staring? You monster, if it weren't for you, my father wouldn't be sick."

"Miss, don't be soft-hearted when dealing with people like this."

In the hazy fog, Fang Yang saw four people.

The dressing of these four people is very different from the human race in the outside world.

The human race in the outside world wears the clothes of the Qin and Han Dynasties on earth, but the people here have a Miao village style.

"This is the Jiuli tribe."

After thinking for a while, Fang Yang came up with the answer.

In the prehistoric times, the Jiuli tribe was a mixed descendant of the human race and the Wu tribe. They originally had a very large tribe, but it was eventually destroyed in the game between the great supernatural powers.

Now that he saw the person, Fang Yang no longer looked for his own way. With a flick of his magic power, he airborne in front of the four of them.

Fang Yang's sudden appearance frightened the four men and women. That's all for the men. The only woman among the four was so frightened that her face turned pale and she let out a scream that destroyed the world.

"ah!"

Fang Yang was very impatient and struck directly, knocking the woman unconscious.

For no other reason than it’s too noisy!

After the screams stopped, Fang Yang looked at the remaining three people.

These three people became even more frightened when they saw that Fang Yang "killed" the eldest lady of their village without saying a word.

There has been a legend in the village since ancient times that people outside are ferocious devils who kill without blinking an eye. A mountain shaped like a scale fell down and thousands of tribesmen were turned into ashes.

"Forget it, I just need to find someone to ask questions!"

Fang Yang looked at the two men who were so frightened that they peed their pants. With two slaps, two more people appeared on the ground.

After knocking three people unconscious, he pointed at the forehead of the fourth man and injected a burst of demonic energy. The fourth man's state of mind instantly calmed down and he was no longer so scared.

"Are you from outside?"

"yes!"

Fang Yang nodded, "But aren't you also from outside?"

The man's bloodline aura is completely different from that of the Jiuli tribe, but it is exactly the same as the human race in the outside world.

"Am I from outside?"

The man was shocked, and the bruises on his face could not hide his surprise.

"Who you are has nothing to do with me. Let me ask you, do you know where Zhu Rongfeng is?"

A strange light flashed in Fang Yang's eyes.

He has no interest in paying attention to the small conflicts between boys and girls. What he cares about is his own business.

The people of the Jiuli tribe believed in the Wu tribe and Pangu, so it was impossible for them to accept his preaching.

"I don't know, but the high priest must know. He is the smartest person in the village."

"Is your high priest very powerful?"

"It's amazing. This formation of clouds and mist that covers Hengshan Mountain for millions of miles was arranged by the high priest. He was taught by ancestor Chi You and his witchcraft is very advanced."

The man's answer made Fang Yang frown.

What should he say? He just wanted to find a dojo, and unexpectedly met the Jiuli tribe.

"Behind the Jiuli Clan is the Wu Clan, and behind the Wu Clan is Houtu Empress. There are hard bones everywhere in the ancient world, and each one is harder to crack than the last."

Fang Yang couldn't help but complain.

Complaints are complaints, but business still needs to be done.

He was just looking for Zhuque Peak, not to massacre the Jiuli tribe. The solution depends on thinking!

"Who is your high priest's favorite person?"

he continued to ask.

"It's me. I was born from a stone, without a father or a mother. Everyone says I'm a monster. If he hadn't adopted me and raised me, I would have been executed by the people in the village."

This answer left Fang Yang speechless: "Since you are the high priest's favorite person, how dare they hit you?"

A man who is so capable can't even protect his adopted son.

He was not surprised that the man jumped out of the stone.

This was a prehistoric time, and he wouldn't be surprised if a person popped out of his armpit, let alone a person popping out of a rock.

The man added: "The high priest told me that as long as I become the next high priest and get everyone's approval, they will no longer bully me."

When Fang Yang heard this, there was another moment of silence.

What did this high priest teach men?

If you are bullied, just go back without retaliation, but you still have to get approval from others?

"You don't hate them?"

"Don't hate! The high priest taught me that people should understand each other. They bullied me because they misunderstood me. I understand them."

"Walk!"

Fang Yang used his magic power to wrap up the man, soar into the sky and fly outward.

Through this exchange, he has determined that the man's identity is definitely not simple.

So, he took the man away directly.

In this way, the high priest of the Jiuli tribe will definitely ask Fang Yang for someone, and when the time comes, the terms can be negotiated.

Of course, what Fang Yang wanted to do more was to find out the man's identity.

The identity of a person who can make the Jiuli tribe's high priest scheme is not simple. If it can be found out, there may be unexpected gains.

It was not that he had to have trouble with the Jiuli tribe, but that the Jiuli tribe had blocked the mountains millions of miles away, causing him great inconvenience.

He does not need to go to Zhu Rongfeng, but he needs to establish a dojo in Nanyue Hengshan. This is the bottom line.

Just after Fang Yang left, deep in Hengshan Mountain, in a vast valley, an old priest sitting on a tall altar opened his eyes.

"High Priest, it's not good. Huang Fenghuang and Ajie fainted in the clouds and mist formation in Dutian. It took us a long time to wake them up."

A group of Jiuli people came to the altar.

"Are they going to bully Heng'er again?"

The high priest looked at the group of tribesmen with cold eyes.

However, these Jiuli people were not afraid, and instead said.

"High Priest, do you still want to defend this evildoer? If it weren't for him, how could Huang Fenghuang and the others faint?"