The Great Talisman

　　 Shaking Bow

　　 Three mysterious fonts appeared on the handles of bows and arrows. The fonts were mysterious. He didn't recognize them, but he recognized the meaning of these three characters at first glance.

　　 "Dao Ziwen, do you really mean that you are an illegitimate child?" Bai Ze looked at him, his eyes full of powerlessness, what monster did he meet?

　　 Even if God prefers, don’t bring it like this!

　　He is a little barbarian, so what virtue and ability is he, his own innate **** is not as capable and lucky.

　　Yang Sanyang didn't speak, and all his merits disappeared. Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand to hold the bow and arrow, and saw that the bow and arrow were all emerald green, and the essence of liquid seemed to flow in it, and endless vitality contained in it.

　　The bow and arrow have no strings, and there are patterns on it, like ten arrows.

　　The lines on the bow and arrow began to twist unexpectedly, separated from the main body of the bow and arrow, turned into an arrow, which was held by Yang Sanyang.

　　 Along with the appearance of the arrow, a bowstring that is as thin as silk appeared on the bow and arrow, with divine light flowing on it.

"Good treasure! Good treasure! My treasure! This is my treasure! Boy, take my treasure and return it to me quickly!" Bai Ze leaped on top of Yang Sanyang's head and pulled out his paw vigorously. Yang Sanyang's eyebrows were at the ancestral aperture, as if he wanted to take out the imprints that had fallen into his body.

　　 Yang Sanyang’s scalp was painful, Bai Ze’s attack was not light or heavy, and his mind was distracted. The arrows disappeared automatically and turned into lines to return to the bow and arrow body, and the bowstrings also dispersed again.

Throwing the bow and arrow on the ground, before he could look carefully, Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand to grab the Bai Ze on the top of his head and held it in the palm of his hand. Looking at the white beast with its teeth and dancing claws, Yang Sanyang was a little speechless: "Is there such a crazy innate god? ?"

　　 "Boy, let me go! That's my treasure! That's my treasure!" Bai Ze yelled angrily.

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at the congenital sacredness in his hand, and the awe in his heart dissipated. He grabbed Bai Ze's hair and smashed it, and then threw it in the corner.

　　 "Whoo~"

　　 This time Bai Ze ignored Yang Sanyang, but suddenly jumped out of the shaking bow holding the ground and laughed, his saliva flowed out.

In his heart, the shaking bow turned into a streamer and submerged in his hand. Yang Sanyang stroked the shaking bow in his hand, and the bowstring derives from the thought in his heart. The lines on it fell off and turned into a dark and deep arrow, which he held in his hands. Looking at the tens of thousands of beasts in the distance, they kept walking back and forth around the cave.

　　 A mysterious mood emerged. The next moment Yang Sanyang bent the bow and took the arrow, and then pulled it hard, the string of the Zhentian bow was only pulled out of a centimeter distance, forming a slight arc, and then it could not be pulled out anymore.

Subconsciously let go, a black light flew out, and then only heard a scream, the cold wind swept up the **** storm, and a black light swept across the field between the fingers of the finger, and the tens of thousands of beasts fell to the ground and killed them one after another. Then the arrow turned back and sank into the Zhentian Bow.

　　 A majestic heat flow boiled in the Zhentian Bow, surgingly poured into Yang Sanyang's body, disappearing without a trace between his fingers.

　　 Killed tens of thousands of beasts with one arrow?

　　Where is Yang Sanyang? When he opened the bow earlier, he thought he could not shoot his bow and arrow. After all, relying on your own strength, you only stretched a distance of centimeters, if you put it in the next generation, you can't shoot at all, okay? It just flew out of Michel and landed on the ground.

　　 Yang Sanyang’s eyes were full of disbelief, and there was a light of contemplation in his eyes, and the power of the trembling bow was beyond his expectations.

　　 I just pull it a little, and it has such power. If the stretching is perfect, what kind of power should it have?

　　 Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang's awkward expression, and rolled his eyes like a dumpling, with a touch of disdain in his eyes.

　　 This is a treasure blessed and perfused by the power of the great avenue. Compared with those rare innate spirit treasures, is it not different?

　　 Xiantian Lingbao’s power that does not destroy the world and kills tens of thousands of ants. Is it surprising?

"It deserves to be a slaughter treasure. When killing an opponent, he actually took the opponent's life to feed back his master. If this little barbarian can hunt millions or tens of millions, then embark on the path of cultivation, the foundation is comparable to those innate races. It won't be much worse!" Bai Ze stroked the goatee on his chin, his thoughts flowed, and he looked at Yang Sanyang in front of him, and he looked like a Duobao boy.

"If I can have a good relationship with him, even if he doesn't give me these treasures, but I can use them for two purposes, my ancestors can do a lot! This little barbarian doesn't understand the magic of cultivation, if I can have a good relationship with him After a hundred years, wait for him to die and inherit his inheritance...beautiful..." Bai Ze thought of the bright prospects of the future, and suddenly felt that he was too smart. This little monkey did not understand the way of practice, and he would die of old age. Years are just a few seconds away.

"My! These treasures are mine!" Bai Ze began to drool again, and then with a flattering expression, he picked up a side of the dried fruit and handed it to Yang Sanyang: "I am a dignified congenital animal to please a little Barbarian, is it shameful?"

"Huh~" Yang Sanyang stared at his Bai Ze, thinking in his heart, took the fruit, and bared his teeth with a smile: "No matter what, a good relationship with a congenital sacred person is beneficial to him. harm."

　　 Seeing that little barbarian’s pure smile, Bai Ze suddenly felt soft and unbearable: “I coaxed him to death and then inherited his inheritance. Isn’t it a bit too vicious?”

　　 Yang Sanyang certainly wouldn't refuse an innate sacred kindness. He stretched out his hand to lift Bai Ze from the ground and put it on his shoulder, then turned around and screamed at the tribe, and walked into the herd under the horrified eyes of the tribe.

died!

　　 are dead!

　　 are all dead!

　　 All the beasts were shot through the heart with an arrow, and those who died could not die again. Yang Sanyang greeted him, shouting to the cave people, and signaled everyone to move the beasts.

　　 Although the weather outside is cold, there is still time to move the dead beast.

　　 Dozens of wild beasts were moved into the cave, and then opened their stomachs. The remaining tens of thousands of wild beasts continued to freeze in the ice and snow.

　　 The temperature in the stone cave is too high, and tens of thousands of beasts can't finish eating in a short time. As for being picked up by other beasts that smelled blood, there is no way.

　　The Cold Cretaceous period evolved into the Little Ice Age, and firewood became extremely precious. Everyone did not have extra firewood to waste roasted meat.

　　 broth!

　　 Very rich and fresh grilled meat, Yang Sanyang held the ham, sprinkled various seasonings, and ate slowly:

　　 "Although there are substitutes for table salt in this world, I always feel that something is not right, and the taste of table salt is incomparable after all."

　　 Yang Sanyang picks and chooses, a group of primitive people eat happily.

Na Baize also hugged a thigh and gnawed wildly: "Yes! That's right! Although these barbarians are not very intelligent, they have a good way of making food. Master, I hide here for a while, the old demon is late. It is really troublesome not to leave."

　　 Bai Ze gnawed his thigh, his hair was greasy.

　　 after eating

　　 Yang Sanyang walked around the stone cave with his courage, and then continued to teach everyone the pinyin, while silently thinking about the way forward.

　　 These tens of thousands of beasts are enough for everyone to survive for a few months, and there is this little beast, so I am not afraid that there will be no beast chasing it.

　　 The Little Ice Age is extremely long, and Yang Sanyang still has to figure out how to survive the boring period of the Little Ice River. During this little ice age, humans can do nothing.

He was thinking about something here, Bai Ze slowly came to him, jumped on his shoulders, silently running his magical powers to observe Yang Sanyang's body: "The vitality in this little barbarian is so vigorous, I am afraid there will be seven or eight hundred years. The longevity of life. The weapon lasted for at least five hundred years of vitality. As long as this little barbarian does not suffer accidents or severe injuries in the future, he can live for seven to eight hundred years."

"Seven or eight hundred years is not enough time for my ancestors to sleep. I can afford to wait for such a little time, but if he hunts with that bow and arrow, wouldn't he be able to increase his lifespan?" Bai Ze was suddenly surprised: " It seems that I want to kill this little barbarian, it's a bit difficult!"

"But ~www.wuxiahere.com~ This little barbarian can live a long life even if he lives long? My ancestor, I can afford it! Moreover, I just estimated the potential in his body, and his current potential is the best. Two hundred more years of life is dead. He doesn't know how to unlock his potential, and he can't find a way to unlock his potential. The life span is at most two hundred years. I can afford it!" Bai Ze slowly jumped off Yang Sanyang's shoulder. Tsundere came to the entrance of the cave, saw that all the beasts had been shot, snorted disdainfully, and then took the steps of the second uncle, a path straight to the Vulcan altar: "Vulcan, you old boy, in I was chased down by your master in your site, but you stood on the sidelines and allowed the ants to chase me down. In the future, I will have to sue you in front of the **** emperor."

While talking, Bai Ze walked slowly to the Vulcan altar, looked at the flames floating above, and said with a high voice: "Old boy, now that I'm here, sir, you don’t have to pretend to be dead. Wake up to apologize to the lord, let’s have a good debate."

　　 Bai Ze yelled at the flames of the Vulcan, thrusting his hips up and waiting for the other party to make a plea.

　　 After a while, seeing that the flame did not move, I couldn't help being stunned: "Pretend to be dead? Pretend to fall asleep? When the lord, I will personally wake you up and teach you this servant to sit by and watch my suffering."

　　While talking, Bai Ze slowly raised his arm hair, learning the appearance of a group of barbarians in the cave, stepped crabbing to the altar, looked at the solidified flame, and blew his own fists.

　　 Obviously, Bai Ze couldn't see the fire bird sleeping in the deepest part of the flame. The fire bird regarded this group of fire **** power as a nest. Although Bai Ze was innately sacred, he couldn't see through.

　　 "I'll count three times. If you don't come out again, don't blame me for punching you out!" Bai Ze shook his paws, shaking his head and head in a huff.