Sovereign to Immortality

In the eyes of a mortal indigenous savvy, Yang Lan opened his hands and gestured to himself without threatening, and slowly came towards them.

"I may be able to help them!"

Yang Lan pointed to the seriously wounded who were put together with the deceased after the two coma in the past.

After all, Yang Yusheng was afraid that these indigenous mortals could not understand what they were saying, and they used their hands to make a gesture to indicate what they had just said.

In fact, Yang Lan clearly can express his meaning to the mortal in the presence of God's knowledge. However, just before his appearance, he suddenly sensed the idea from Yang Junshan, and he dismissed the use of magical means to help mortal injuries. The idea.

"who are you?"

A tall indigenous monk with a wooden spear and a bare upper body, with bronzed skin, walked out of the crowd and looked at Yang Lan’s gaze with a three-point curiosity, especially when he wore a group of indigenous people who had never seen it before. Clothes.

Yang Xiao smiled and pointed his finger at the two companions lying on the ground behind him, saying: "They are dying!"

This tall indigenous obviously understood the meaning of Yang Junshan, and let the sideways open the way, Shen Sheng: "They, yes, warriors!"

Yang Lan walked past the man who looked like this group of indigenous leaders. Under the watchful eyes of the indigenous mortal people, they came to the two unconscious Aboriginal warriors and squatted down to see the injuries of the two men. .

With the cultivation of Yang Lan as the strength, I want to treat a few mortal indigenous people.

The so-called "returning to life", "living dead, meat and bones" and other legends among mortals is really a trail for Yang Xian.

Although he can know the injury of the two as long as he knows it, Yang Lan does not use the means of the slightest practitioner, but actually kneels on the ground and puts his finger on one of the wrists. A purely mortal way to diagnose the guilt of their injuries.

Yang Junshan only knows a fur for alchemy. As for the medicinal things like medicine, how can he get into his eyes?

But it is important that he thinks that even if he reverses his path of alchemy, he is enough to become a peerless doctor among mortals.

Then, a group of mortal indigenous people saw that Yang Lan was slightly indulged after putting his finger on the wrist of one of his seriously injured companions. He looked up and looked around and then got up and looked at the inexplicable eyes of the indigenous people in the woods. In the weeds on the ground, I explored for a moment and pulled out a few different grasses.

He handed several "grass" in his hand to the indigenous leader, and then pointed to the indigenous who had just been pulsed by him. Yang said: "Boil it with fire and then give it to him."

The leader looked at the "grass" in his hand and looked at Yang Lan. He said, "Eat, grass?"

Yang Lan’s look looks very dull: “If you want him to survive, do as I say.”

In a very ordinary sentence, there is no such thing as a spell, but the leader seems to feel an irresistible will.

The leader quickly turned and told the companions of the tribes two times. Soon after, some people collected firewood. After raising a pile of flames with the preserved fire, a kettle made of stone was placed on top of the flame.

Just under the command of the other indigenous people under the command of the leader, according to Yang Lan’s words, Yang Junshan had already done the same thing for the second seriously injured person, and then walked around the surrounding woods again. , picked up a few herbs back.

This time, instead of Yang Lan, the leader quickly picked up the second fire, and placed the stone vessel filled with water on it.

I have to say that this new world of locomotives is full of the best places to gather. Yang Lan just casually wanders around the woods, picking up the best quality herbs, and even found several strains available. To help the low-level cultivation of the grass, but he is too lazy to pick.

Just as the two seriously injured companions decocted, other indigenous mortals began to pick up the prey harvested by the hunter, and Yang Lan went to the three indigenous people with broken arms and broken legs.

Seeing that Yang Lan came, the three people who were frustrated with their faces suddenly looked up and their faces were full of hope.

"They, can, okay?"

The voice of the leader came from behind, and he apparently kept paying attention to Yang Lan.

Yang Lan nodded and said: "Well, it will take a while to get better."

The leader heard great joy and said: "Please, rule, they, fast!"

Yang Hao nodded and then looked up at the branches around him. He was going to make a few splints.

In the same way, Yang Lan can be cured by hand, but he still chooses the mortal method, first break the bones, then fix it with the splint, and finally tie the splint with a few rattan ropes.

At this time, the herbs in the stone pot have almost reached the heat, and ordered the indigenous people to pour the soup into the bamboo tube they used to hold the water, and then poured them into the belly of two seriously injured people.

I don’t know if Yang Lan’s medical skills are brilliant, or the herbal medicines in this new world are strong, or they are different in nature. The two people who seem to be dying are drinking only a cup of tea. After that, the gradually breathing has become a lot of heavy, and the pale face looks rosy. It is these indigenous mortals who have already understood that these two companions are probably alive.

In the cheers of the indigenous people, several people who seemed to be close to the two seriously injured people, excitedly want to go forward and express something to Yang Lan, but they were stopped by the leader, and they shouted loudly. Two sentences, seeing the tribe retreat, the leader turned to Yang Shudao: "Sage, save, us, us, return, you!"

A fair trade in pay and return?

This way also echoes the deity of the deity. Yang Lan thought for a moment and said, "I am a tourist, I have traveled a lot, I want food and rest."

The leader met and even some delighted, and quickly invited: "Sage, come, tribe, sleep, food, have."

After all, the leader seemed to have a few moments to turn around and screamed at a kind of companion. One of the indigenous people responded with excitement, and then took the prey, collected the fruit, helped or carried the wounded, and sang loudly. The desolation of the song, walking outside the woods, and under the invitation of the leader, deliberately let Yang Lan walk in the middle of the team.

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“What? Aboriginal tribe?” Yang licked his ear and said: “Is there already an Aboriginal existence in the world of Fengtian? But it seems that these indigenous tribes are few, we have not been there for so long. Found other indigenous tribes."

Yang Junshan said: "This is of course, after all, Fengtian World is also a newly formed plane world, and it is naturally impossible to have too many intelligent creatures."

"Then these indigenous people know how to cultivate?" Yang Lan asked again.

Yang Junshan shook his head and said: "It should be some mortal, but..."

Yang Junshan had a meal, it seems that he had to ask what news through the induction between the body and the body, and then he said: "But there are some mortals who have some talents similar to monks. Hey, maybe what is the food? The reason for the treasure."

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "That is possible. This Fengtian world does not know how many natural treasures have been bred. Those indigenous people who have eaten some of the world's spiritual treasures make it impossible for them to give birth to their talents."

"Right, what is the idea of ​​this indigenous tribe discovered by Yang Landao?"

Yang Lan suddenly felt that the deliberate deliberately mentioned this matter, there should be any plans to implement, otherwise a mortal tribe only, and where is worthy of a big Luo Xianzun.

Yang Junshan smiled slightly and said: "I intend to let Yang Landao friends stay in the tribe to educate those mortal indigenous people."

"enlightenment?"

Yang Yan heard a glimpse, then smiled and said: "How to educate and teach them how to cultivate? Does the deity still want to leave a legacy in this rich world? Hey, it seems that it is not impossible, as if the week The founding ancestors of several local sects in the world seem to be related to the great supernatural powers who competed for the landlord at the beginning of the world.

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan shook his head and said: "Teaching is just for guiding, let them create their own civilized system, instead of letting them step into the sky, and even if it is only guiding, it will not be unpaid."

Yang Lan’s “ah” smiled and said: “A few mortal indigenous people, why not care about this?”

Yang Junshan shook his head and said: "I still want them to go their own way. I can guide the enlightenment, but I can also push the boat, but it is best not to encourage the seedlings. It is best to let everything go."

"I don't understand!" Yang Lan shook his head directly.

Yang Junshan did not explain much. He got up and said: "Let's go, we have been here for a long time, it is time to leave."

Yang Lan asked: "Where are we going? Is it going to find Yang Lan, or continue to try to find the trace of the show girl?"

Yang Junshan shook his head and said: "We continue to find space barriers and break it."

"In order to absorb the origin of the world? Should the deity hit the bottleneck in one breath?" Yang Lan asked.

“No,” Yang Junshan shook his head. “I suspect that it is because of the existence of these space barriers that it will insulate the feeling between me and Xiuer. I want to find her trace as soon as possible. The best way is to use these. To demarcate the space barriers that divide the area of ​​the world of Fengtian..."

Speaking of this, Yang Junshan looked at the palm of his hand and had only a shallow **** seal of Jin Lan, saying: "There is not much time."

Yang Lan said: "The deity should be assured that people who enter the world of Fengtian not only wait for me, but the secret of the space barrier is not limited to us. It will not be long before the local barrier of the entire Fengtian world will be broken."

Just as his voice just fell on his own, it seemed to confirm what he said, a concealed space fluctuation came from the south, like the scene when the space barrier they experienced before collapsed.

However, at this time, Yang Junshan, through the Jin Lanyin in the palm of his hand, sensed the lingering scent that was hidden behind the fluctuations in space.

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