As grandpa whispered like a singing voice, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt an unprecedented peace. Jiang Cheng didn't even know when he walked out of grandpa's wooden house, but he was still awakened by the black-faced stone iron.

"Brother Cheng, tell me, what is your war soul and what level is?"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng proudly raised his head and replied: "The yellow grade is the lowest, mountain pig!"

In Shi Tie's surprised gaze, Jiang Cheng strode towards his residence. He needs to prepare well when entering the mountain.

What Jiang Cheng didn't know was that after he left his grandfather's wooden house in a daze, Song Yue, who had been weak in front of others, suddenly broke in from another room.

"Grandpa, Brother Jiang Cheng just obtained the battle soul. Even if he is the best young hunter in my clan, now you let him go to Zhuwangpo. Isn't this too risky? Last year, even Uncle Zhao, who is at the fifth level of Chengen Realm, was seriously injured. He still has one leg left!" Song Yueji said.

Grandpa looked into the distance and said leisurely: "Child, you have also seen the reaction of Baihun tribes. Not only did you say that you would add the annual grain, but you even held an eight-tribe martial arts competition directly against the rules.

The name of the soul warriors under the age of 18 is required to participate. What do you think they are doing?

Jiang Cheng is not as lucky as you and cannot hide it. The challenges he is about to face are definitely more terrifying than facing ferocious beasts, even... life and death!"

Song Yue was bulging her cheeks, and her 28-year-old breasts were fluctuating violently: "But, he has just entered the second level of Chengen Realm. You can at least let his cultivation reach the third level of Chengen Realm, or go to the Ancestral Spirit Hall to learn one or two life-saving soul skills before going, grandpa."

"You said, how long does it take for a low-level yellow war soul to be promoted from the second level of Chengen Realm to the third level of Chengen Realm?

The Baihun clan only gave him three months.

As for the fighting soul skills….”

Speaking of this, Grandpa sighed: "Jiang Cheng, a mountain pig war soul, is extremely rare. The ancestor spirit totem pole of our clan has never given a similar war soul before. Correspondingly, there is no war soul skill suitable for this kind of war soul in the Ancestral Spirit Hall..."

Song Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, "Then...then...then...I'll go with him!"

"Song Yue'er, didn't you hear what I said just now?"

Seeing that his thoughts were blocked by his grandfather, Song Yue couldn't help but feel a little bitter. Her agile eyes turned, and she stomped her feet and rushed over from the hillside on the other side. Her figure was extremely agile, without a trace of weakness in front of her!

The next day, when it was still dark, a young man carrying a luggage, carrying a hunting bow on his shoulder, and carrying a hunting knife in his hand came out of the Geshan tribe's village gate, and then headed south towards the dark Geshan.

This young man naturally thought about Jiang Cheng all night.

Jiang Cheng was once a high school student, and he had some insight.

After returning to his residence last night, Jiang Cheng tried every means to test the black tower pillar that could appear after the meditation in his mind.

However, no matter what Jiang Cheng did, the black tower pillar did not react at all.

In other words, the black tower pillar is empty and has no physical substance. Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have wanted to take it out and boil it and water it.

As for why this black tower pillar appeared in his body, and that he was not a Geshan clan or even an existence in this world, he actually obtained a war soul, Jiang Cheng was puzzled.

The only thing Jiang Cheng discovered throughout the night was his mountain pig war soul, which was every time from the black tower pillar. Jiang Cheng had never heard of such a thing. In Jiang Cheng's mind, this black tower pillar became more and more mysterious.

Jiang Cheng's luggage is not big.

Five years are enough to make Jiang Cheng grow into a qualified forest hunter. Even the adult warriors in the clan are not as good as Jiang Cheng in the forest. As long as they are in the forest, Jiang Cheng will definitely not starve to death.

In his bag, there was only some salt, a map of animal skins, a few herbs that stopped bleeding, a few pieces of dried meat prepared by Shi Tie for him, and feces of beasts that drove away insects and beasts at night.

"who?"

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who had just turned into the mountain pass, stood alertly on the spot, and the hunting knife in his hand suddenly raised. At the mountain pass, a dark shadow stood there, which was extravagant in the darkness.

"Hey, Brother Jiang Cheng, I was scared, I was pretty alert!"

A silver bell-like laughter sounded, Jiang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but in a flash, his expression became nervous: "Songyue, why are you here? There are dozens of miles of villages here. It's too dangerous for you to come here alone. Let's go, I'll take you back!"

"Don't worry, I asked Shi Tie and the others to accompany me." Song Yue couldn't help but be anxious when she heard the boy was going to send him back.

"Where is Shi Tie?" Jiang Cheng's eyes searched, full of suspicion.

"I didn't let them come here, give it!" As he spoke, Song Yue handed Jiang Cheng a package.

Jiang Cheng was a little confused: "What is this?"

"This is the feces of the Fiery Tiger treasured by grandpa, which can allow you to rest with confidence on the periphery of the Beihun Mountains.

This is the red string knife I stolen from my grandfather, which is ten times better than the hunting knife in your hand." Song Yue smiled, and the long wind that was pierced in the night wind danced like a painting.

Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly when he heard this. This was 100% stolen by Grandpa who deliberately asked Song Yue to steal. How could Song Yue stolen the things that Grandpa had treasured?

Moreover, this red string sword is a sacrificial weapon of the Geshan tribe. During the harvest and sacrifice every year, the grandfather will use this red string sword to cut off the heads of the living beasts, cutting iron like mud, which is extremely sharp and cannot be used lightly by idle people!

The girl stuck out her tongue, made a face, then stretched out her arms, squeezed Jiang Cheng's heels, and then looked at Jiang Cheng with a steady look.

This posture made Jiang Cheng very embarrassed.

This was when he told Song Yue a few years ago that he bet with them that he could carry Song Yue to him, and then he went to Song Yue and made up an interesting story, saying that this kind of hug was the most sincere etiquette among friends.

However, since that time, Song Yue looked at Jiang Cheng, sometimes strange, which made Jiang Cheng feel like he was exposed, and he never mentioned this kind of "etiquette".

Now it makes him feel a little feverish on his cheeks.

Before Jiang Cheng was embarrassed, Song Yue suddenly moved forward, just like Jiang Cheng taught her before, gently hugged Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Jiang Cheng, I'll wait for you to come back to continue telling me Journey to the West."

The girl's slightly straightened breasts and the orchid-like aroma made Jiang Cheng's heart jump a few times. Even when the girl left his arms, her fingers were extremely heavy on the back of his neck. Jiang Cheng did not notice anything different.

Then, without waiting for Jiang Cheng to say anything, the girl disappeared into the night with that scent of fragrance.

With the fragrance remaining in his arms, Jiang Cheng continued to head towards Geshan.

For Jiang Cheng, Geshan is like his own back garden. In the past five years, he has been with his tribe members countless times, collected medicine, picked wild fruits, and set up traps.

Jiang Cheng, who had achieved a significant increase in his combat soul strength at this moment, walked agilely along the path through Geshan like a monkey.

When the morning sun rose, Jiang Chengdi had already crossed Geshan and stepped into the thorny Beihun Mountains, and his speed suddenly slowed down.

Fortunately, this is still the outer periphery of the Beihun Mountains, and the footprints of the Geshan tribe's soul warriors have been dabbled from time to time, leaving some marks. Jiang Cheng followed these special marks and looked at the animal skin map and approached his destination Zhuwangpo.

Entering the outer periphery of the Beihun Mountains, it is immediately a different scene. The rare herbs on the Geshan Mountains, such as Pueraria root and bitter lilac, can be seen everywhere in the Beihun Mountains.

However, herbs sold in baskets like Pueraria are not Jiang Cheng’s current target. Grandpa once said that there are some very precious herbs in the Beihun Mountains.

Sometimes, dozens, or even one or two herbs, can be exchanged for food and food that can be used as a cart.

Jiang Cheng also hopes that he can help the tribe.

In five years, the grandfather's teaching and the care of his tribe have made Jiang Cheng regard the Geshan tribe as his home.

"Huh? The three leaves look like swords, with teeth, red leaves and green roots, and one palm is high, and it is a sword leaf clover of ten years."

Seeing a herb in the bushes, Jiang Cheng quickly went to pick it. He remembered that last year the patriarch and his men picked twenty sword leaf clovers and exchanged them for a truckload of food at the market.

Although it was a quick step, after approaching three steps, Jiang Cheng took extremely slowly. The red string knife in his hand slowly picked forward, slowly heading towards the three-leaf clover.

In this kind of grass, the most feared thing is that there are snakes hiding.

With a sneer, a line of fire suddenly shot towards Jiang Cheng.

The sword light flashed, and the snake suddenly broke into three pieces.

Looking at the Fire-line Snake that was killed by him, Jiang Cheng felt a little painful in his chest. A year ago, on Geshan, a Fire-line Snake almost killed Jiang Cheng.

But now, this fire-line snake was easily killed by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng threw the broken fire-line snake into the snakeskin pocket at his waist. This thing was delicious in the mountains and forests, and then he picked it to the ten-year-old sword-leaf clover.

Perhaps it was because of the rush to pick it, the sword leaf clover, which was as sharp as a sword, actually scratched the back of Jiang Cheng's hand.

The moment the blood was soaked out on the back of his hand and stained with the sword leaf clover, Jiang Cheng felt a sudden shock in his mind. Last night, he tested the black tower pillar that had no movement in the slightest time, and suddenly turned around.

With this turn, the sword leaf clover, which had just been stained with Jiang Cheng's blood, began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly withering into ashes and dissipating with the wind.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng was stunned on the spot.

He didn't expect that the mysterious black tower pillar would make some movement at this time.

Jiang Cheng, who felt that the opportunity was rare, began to try to activate the black tower pillar, hoping to take this opportunity to find out the mystery of the black tower pillar that appeared in his mind.

But to Jiang Cheng's frustration, he tried on the spot for nearly half an hour, and the wounds on the back of his hand were scarred, and the black tower pillar was still not moving, as if there was no movement just now.

Not to mention finding the sword leaf clover that was swallowed by the black tower pillar.

The attempt was fruitless, Jiang Cheng had to continue moving forward.

Soxin Jiangcheng has a map of animal skins given by Grandpa, which can avoid the gathering places of powerful ferocious beasts and move straight towards Zhuwangpo. With Jiangcheng's rich experience in the mountains and forests, he is still in danger.

Before dark, Jiang Cheng found an abandoned tree hole, ate some homemade barbecue on the road, and sprinkled a little bit of the flaming tiger's feces at the entrance of the cave, and began to practice.

After obtaining the battle soul, the route of the heat flow in the battle soul bead is the route of every soul warrior when practicing.

The grandpa of the Hot Rive and the others called it spiritual power.

Every soul warrior must diligently cultivate spiritual power, strengthen himself, strengthen his fighting soul, and improve his realm, and Jiang Cheng is no exception.

In short, this is Jiang Cheng's second practice.

As grandpa taught, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and concentrated his energy, and his beast-shaped phantom of his war soul, the mountain pig, immediately shot out from the black tower pillar.

A red hot stream of rice-sized grains began to flow out from the only battle soul bead of the mountain pig war soul, that is, Jiang Cheng's heart. Under Jiang Cheng's active urging, he began to wander in Jiang Cheng's body along a specific route.

But just as the heat flow came out of Jiang Cheng's heart, Jiang Cheng tried the black tower pillar with no movement hundreds of times, and moved without warning again.

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