Chapter five hundred and fiftieth, the old and new generations, hard-edged
After giving instructions to the Yelang clan members, Lin Xi was ready to go back to the house and sleep.
It must have absorbed too much energy. Although the body is recovering, it is still inevitably tired.
"Hey, Lin Xi." Xiaonian shouted.
Lin Xi turned around: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Nian looked at Lin Xi up and down curiously, which made Lin Xi very uncomfortable: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Are you a cultivator of immortality?" Xiao Nian asked.
Immortal cultivators are aloof existences to ordinary people.
Even barbarians who are far more powerful than ordinary people are still afraid of immortal cultivators.
Lin Xi asked, "Don't I look like him?"
"To be honest, it doesn't look like it." Xiao Nian nodded.
Immortal cultivators are all immortals, with outstanding bearing and unconventional image. They are very different from Lin Xi's current appearance.
Although Lin Xi has barely gotten rid of the image of a devil now, she still looks like a refugee.
"You guessed it right." Lin Xi spread her hands: "I'm not."
He is indeed no longer.
This is a sad thing.
Lin Xi wanted to say it in a joking tone, but he overestimated his own openness, and his voice contained a lot of helplessness and bitterness.
Falling from the clouds to the mortal world, it is a good thing not to go crazy.
Look away? It’s really hard.
Xiao Nian felt the sadness in Lin Xi's words, and couldn't help but feel soft in her heart. Thinking of Lin Xi's miserable appearance when she first met him, she felt pity in her heart: "Are you... okay?"
"It's okay." Lin Xi shook her head: "Thank you for saving me. It feels so good to be alive."
Xiao Nian felt Lin Xi's emotions, and inevitably felt some sympathy in her heart, but she didn't know what to say: "I, is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Get me some books, preferably travel notes about the customs and customs of the mainland, and if possible, maps." Lin Xi replied.
"Okay, wrap it up on me."
Xiao Nian readily agreed.
If Lin Xi wants to understand this place in Northern Xinjiang, the best choice is to read a book.
He returned to his room and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dawn again.
This time I had no nightmares and slept well.
After waking up, the bedside was already piled with books.
It seems that Xiao Nian sent it to me while I was asleep.
"It's really distressing to become a useless person and not feel others approach me while I'm sleeping." Lin Xi sighed.
Normally, even when sleeping, my keen consciousness would be able to sense someone approaching.
This is no longer possible.
Lin Xi casually browsed a few books.
They are indeed travel notes.
It has detailed records of the customs and customs of various places in northern Xinjiang.
However, the description of the cultivators is very secretive and almost no description is given.
So the value is not very high.
It seems that the difference between immortals and mortals in this world is even greater.
It is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with immortal cultivators.
This is very different from the Wenxin world.
In the Wenxin world, the connection between secular dynasties and immortal sects is quite close.
The map only had a small area, which was not enough to help Lin Xi understand Northern Xinjiang.
But at least let Lin Xi know that the area in Northern Xinjiang is really very large, indeed much larger than Wenxin Realm, and there are other places besides Northern Xinjiang.
"We have really arrived at an incredible place." Lin Xi let out a sigh of relief.
He put the book down casually and walked out of the room.
"The Prophet is out!!"
Someone shouted.
Everyone gathered around.
Everyone looked at Lin Xi with admiration and awe, as if Lin Xi was the incarnation of a god.
Surrounded by a group of tall barbarians, with shadows above their heads, it felt suffocating.
Lin Xi was stunned.
What's happening here.
At this time, a tall figure walked through the crowd. His eyes were firm, his steps were very steady, and he exuded a faint aura of spiritual power.
It's Wanglu.
The first warrior of the Nightwolf clan.
He came to Lin Xi, knelt down on one knee, saluted respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "I have met the prophet."
"What's going on?" Lin Xi frowned.
"The method given by the prophet has helped our entire clan transform. From today on, you are the prophet of our tribe, with a high status, equal to that of the patriarch." Wang Lu replied.
This is obviously the decision of the patriarch Zhuo Ye.
Ordinary tribesmen cannot be this master.
Lin Xi understood something: "It seems that "Cultivation Gong" is very useful to you?"
"Yes." Wang Lu nodded: "There are more than 7,300 people in the clan. Yesterday, 300 people completed the first step of introducing Qi into the body and successfully became a physical practitioner."
"So many!" Lin Xi was secretly shocked.
People with spiritual roots should be very rare.
One person among ten thousand people is already a lot.
But why are there so many barbarians?
Physical cultivation techniques have very low requirements for spiritual roots. As long as you have spiritual roots, you can theoretically practice it, even if it is the most rubbish spiritual root.
But the prerequisite is that you have spiritual roots!
Lin Xi was confused.
"Are you sure there are three hundred people?" Lin Xi asked.
Wang Lu nodded: "There were still three hundred last night, and there should be dozens more today."
Lin Xi checked Wanglu's condition.
Although there is no spiritual consciousness, at least the knowledge is still there.
Wang Lu is indeed a physical practitioner now.
"I can now easily lift the boulder yesterday." Wang Lu was very proud and excited.
It seems that the physical training method really suits him.
Lin Xi couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Could it be that people in this world have a high probability of being born with spiritual roots?
However, no conclusion can be drawn on this issue yet.
"If that's the case, let's go hunting quickly." Lin Xi said quickly.
Wang Lu was surprised: "Don't be so anxious."
"Don't waste time." Lin Xi said: "Don't you want to try and see how much your strength has improved? You can't show it just by moving rocks."
The faces of the people in the hunting team all showed expressions of eagerness to try.
They all felt a significant increase in strength.
At this moment, Lin Xi's suggestion spoke to their hearts.
Wang Lu was very moved, but still said: "I have to ask the patriarch for instructions."
After all, the patriarch is the leader of the hunting team.
"No need to ask for permission." At this time, the clan leader Zhuo Ye strode over, his eyes burning and very sharp: "Let's go, let's set off."
His temperament also changed greatly.
From the original calmness to the sharpness now.
It's like he's become a different person.
Everyone was surprised by the changes in the patriarch.
Lin Xi smiled and said: "Master Patriarch, have you also succeeded in practicing?"
"Yes." The patriarch Zhuo Ye said confidently: "I feel like I am twenty years younger. I am full of strength now. I can't wait to fight those ferocious beasts right away."
He was originally the number one warrior of the Nightwolf clan.
Because I am older, I have restrained my sharpness.
Now that I have obtained the Xianjia method, my whole figure seems to be rejuvenated. Not only has I returned to my peak, but my strength has been greatly enhanced, and my natural edge has been revealed.
Many elders of the tribe couldn't help but be filled with emotion when they saw this, recalling the scene when they followed the patriarch Zhuo Ye to fight and hunt in the jungle.
The first warriors of the old and new generations broke through the limits at the same time and reached an unprecedented peak.
Just one day.
Lin Xi's appearance really brought about huge changes in their Yelang clan.