Well, the plan can't keep up with the change. This chapter still hasn't finished the copy of the Black Earth City, maybe one or two more chapters…… Cover your face

  In addition, thank you for reminding me that the earth element crystal should also be a reader of water property. It's not easy to modify a word on this side of the column. First, I revised my

  document. Thank you.

  The people in the room looked at the wooden door together.

  Ding Fei jumped up and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, he heard the Black Water Tribe's Chief complaining, "How can you not open the door? I can smell the fragrance. Let me in.”

  Before Ding Fei could respond, he was pushed aside and the man entered the room.

  "It's so warm in your house. I'm frozen to death out there. Fortunately, as soon as I got back, I rushed to you here. Come on, brother. Give me a seat." Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe squeezed Da-da with his big buttocks and took a seat.

  After sitting down, the man also took the initiative to greet everyone, "Why don't you eat? Why don't you eat? I'm so ashamed to start before you. Quick, let's do it together."

  Da-da is not happy. Next to him is the location of his little Ding Ding. Why should he sit with this guy? Da-da was angry and tried to squeeze him out.

  Ding Fei came back after closing the door and stared at Ying Shi for a long time. He was so shameless.

  Yan Mo, patted on the right and ask Ding Fei to come and sit down.

  As soon as Ding Fei could sit next to Priest Da-Ren, he immediately abandoned Da-da and went there to sit down.

  Da-da was so sad that he tried to stare at Bing in the opposite direction, trying to make him give up his seat. Bing acted like he did not see him and grabbed a hawthorn fruit and threw it into his mouth.

  "Why did you come back so soon? Were you not going to the palace?” Yuan Zhan handed the Black Water Tribe's Chief a barbecue.

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe took it, took a big bite and muttered, "Shit palace, man, I went there and found out that our Black Water position was put out, and we were not even inside the palace."

  "Even outside, there should be something to eat and drink, right? Didn't you eat a big meal?” Asked Ding Fei, without any irony or curiosity.

  Ying Shi wiped his lips. "There are food and fire, but there are many people, there is not enough to eat. It's cold outside. As soon as the barbecue leaves the fire, it will soon become cold. I want to stay outside, and it's warmer inside, but there are still people coming back. When the servants brought people in, I took a look inside the palace and drank! Inside, the servants kept carrying food to the table, all kinds of meat and fruits, and it was bustling inside. It was hot and steaming, and there were women slaves waiting there. Just when He-An was beaten, I scrapped the boy who beat him, grabbed two legs and brought him back.

  Yuan Zhan, "Didn't the palace guards do anything to you?”

  "No, they don't care what's going on outside."

  Yan Mo comforted him, "It's the same for all of you. If we the Jiu Yuan were there, we would have to stay out and be frozen with you in the past."

  Ding Fei happily put out his tongue, "Da Ren, it's lucky that we didn't go, otherwise we will suffer from cold on top of we can't eat well. Ying Shi Da-Ren, you eat more."

  "Later you come to our Black Water tribe and I will invite you to eat the sweet pole. Oh, you have already eaten it. Then you are invited to eat the hard fruit rice on the sweet pole. It tastes tasteless but it can fill your stomach." Ying Shi took Ding Fei's earthyuan meatloaf and broke half of it to Da-da, who stared at him. "Here, before your eyes fell out."

  Da-da took half of the meat pie and took two bites.

  Yan Mo felt that Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe had been living hard in the past, and he silent brought him a plate of fruit.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked at Ying Shi and made no comment. It's hard to please his old man. If he's not a close person, he's lazy to even take care of each other.

  Ying Shi slowed down the speed of eating. "Actually, I know that it's no use for the tribe to be strong alone. He-An has not awakened to the power of blood ability, but it is also a very powerful warrior, but most of my people are as honest people as He-An, unless they are bullied, they will not fight back. We used to be a small tribe of more than 500 people, because of me we became a tribe, but up to now we have not many tribesmen, and the savage tribes in the vicinity are not afraid of He-An.”

  Ying Shi could not go on. His expression was a bit blank. It seemed that he didn't know what to say.

  It was quiet inside, and Da-da stopped stealing meat from Ying Shi. He patted him on the back and poured him a bowl of water.

  Ying Shi's eye rims were a little red, but it's shining. But it's not very visible in the light of the fire.

  Yan Mo guessed that maybe what happened outside the palace was not as simple as this one said. How thick was this man's face and his eyes turned red after a while?

  Some people usually do not see a trace of weakness and cracks, but when they are hit hard, it will accidentally reveal a little soft meat.

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  The same as any other Chief, Yuan Zhan understands The Black Water Tribe's Chief the most, and he too knows that the chief life is more stressed than ever. So the life and death of many tribesmen are all on the chief's shoulders. Especially when the tribesmen is not strong enough, there is something that needs to be carried out by himself. That is not only pressure but also weight bearing.

  If there is not enough food in the tribal territory and strong enemies surround it, it is even more difficult for the chief to enjoy happiness.

  Ying Shi cannot return to the Black Water Tribe. He is already a 7th rank warrior. If he wants to, he can stay comfortably in The Gaogang City until he dies, and take care of his tribesmen occasionally. But when he goes back, he would rather offend the Gaogang City.

  "Come to the Jiu Yuan, we are short of people and plenty of food." This is Yuan Zhan's first formal invitation to the Chief of a tribe.

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe was still struggling.

  Yuan Zhan understood what he was struggling with, and the strong warriors certainly only served the stronger warriors. He stretched out his arm, instantly desertified himself.

  Ying Shi stared at him. "You, aren't you a wood-control warrior?”

  Yuan Zhan shook his arm and recovered. Then winked at Ying Shi, his head and whole body desertified in the blink of an eye.

  The sand spilled all over the floor.

  Da-da made a silent mockery: Who's going to drop his eyes this time?

  Ying Shi is not only going to drop his eyes, but also his mouth.

  Ding Ning said proudly, "Our Chief is the blood of the real God of the Earth, and Wu Shang's blood of the Black Earth City is a little bit touched but less by far."

  Ying Shi muttered, "But Wu Shang's blood can turn into a rock man."

  "So what? Can they control the land and the mountains? Can they grow walls on the bottom of the lake?” Bing spoke with condescension.

  Yan Mo looked at him and Bing raised his chin slightly. Although Yuan Zhan was not pleasant to him, he would never allow a tribesman to question the chief, whom the priest valued.

  Yan Mo grinned in his heart. Bing's personality makes him wonder what to say.

  Ying Shi wrote the word "not believe" in his eyes.

  The sand in one place seemed to be alive. Suddenly it twisted and slid quickly towards Yan Mo, who was sitting on one side, climbed up his body, and some of it got into his clothes.

  Ying Shi is only amazed at the ability to control earth and rock.

  Yan Mo blushed with anger, this little pervert!

  Yuan Zhan also found out that there was such a move after desertification that he could not bear to come out when he got into Mo's clothes and deliberately rubbed around.

  Hard, rough gravel skimmed over the chest and some sensitive parts, and a strand of sand turned into a hand shape and pinched him.

  Yan Mo pat on the sand and cussed, "if you have had enough, I told you a few times, don't use your abilities on me at all, you didn't hear it, did you?"

  The sand flow withdrew from the clothes and slightly returned to Yuan Zhan's pile of clothes. Then the clothes bulge up and the legs, arms and head appear one by one.

  The complete Yuan Zhan appeared again, licking his lower lip against his Priest Da-Ren.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu gave a low, strange laugh.

  Yan Mo slapped him on the thigh.

  Yuan Zhan took his hand and looked at Ying Shi.

  The Black Water Tribe's Chief Da-Ren just thought what he had just seen was like a dream. Isn't this the 2nd rank's wood-control warrior? Why did he desertified?

  It's all desertification! Just like the ability of lignification, turning into flame and turning into water, this is a skill that only high-ranking warriors can possibly possess in legend, and the blood of God in them must be very strong.

  All of a sudden! The Black Water Tribe's Chief felt that he was rising, and in a short while he was above the ground at least one meter.

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe looked down at the bottom of his butt and saw a bar.

  It turned into a stone chair. The Black Water Tribe's Chief was curious enough. The chair disappeared and he sat back on the ground.

  My dear mother! He bets that even King Wushang, who has the strongest blood in the Black Earth City, can never do what Yuan Zhan just did. King Wushang can only become a rock man, but will never control the earth.

  "Who are you? Are you really the Jiu Yuan people?” Ying Shi began to wonder if these people were nobles who came out of an upper city. He wondered how an ordinary tribal witch could break the curse of the God of beasts after the old witch Mo had lifted the curse of the God of beasts for him. If they're all from the upper city, then all this is explained.

  "We are really the Jiu Yuan people in exchange for fake ones." Yan Mo made a joke.

  Ding Fei and Da-da nodded wildly, too. Yes, we are the Jiu Yuan people, the greatest and most powerful of them!

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe is still a little distracted.

  “I will see to He-An later.” Yan Mo, afraid of the embarrassment of the other party, deliberately changed the topic on purpose.

  Ying Shi looked back, with a big grin on his face. "It's all right, that kid has thick skin. Now he's eating roast beef leg with everyone. If he's really badly hurt, I'll bring him directly."

  "That's good." Yan Mo drink saliva, got up, "I have eaten well, Ying Shi, can I call you Ying Shi?” If you're ready, come over here and I'll look at your dark wounds."

  Ying Shi did not respond immediately. He faced Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo and asked seriously, "We don't have many tribesmen, but now there are more than 1100 people, including the elderly, women and children under the age of child who are accounting for half. How can so many people go to the Jiu Yuan?”

  "There's always a way." Yan Mo road.

  More than 1100 people, if he let the bony birds fly twice. But bone birds can only be manipulated by him at present, and they can only leave only after Tucheng-Earth City.

  "More than a thousand of them are your tribesmen? Slaves are accounted in it? Or else? How many slaves do you have?”

  "There aren't many slaves in our tribe. They're all counted together." Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe is afraid of Yan Mo and others will think little of his tribe, and he quickly explained: "we were a tribe of a small number of people, and do not like to fight and fight with others. If we win, we will not rob other tribal people as slaves. Most of the slaves are exchanged now."

  Ding Fei laughed. “That's great. There aren't any slaves in our tribe. If you have more slaves and it’s more trouble, it's better if you have fewer slaves.

  "Ah?” The Black Water Tribe's Chief stayed dumb there again.

  Pitiful the Black Water Tribe's Chief was shocked again and again. He was full of questions about the Jiu Yuan. He could ask too many questions, but he didn't know what to ask.

  Until Yan Mo shined a shiny gold needle again.

  Ying Shi was shocked. "What is this? What are you going to do? "

  Yan Mo inserted a needle into his head. "Relax. It's good for you. It'll help you recover as soon as possible."

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu watched his apprentices start stabbing people with needles and quickly gave up and the younger ones recalled the past and sat down.

  The Black Water Tribe's Chief thought it would hurt, but he didn't feel it at all. He also wanted to raise his hand to touch the needle and was smacked by Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo didn't give him many needles either. He only gave him twelve needles along the abilities’ energy path. When studying the blood warriors of the Jiu Yuan, he found that each blood ability force has a slightly different energy flow route according to its person ability.

  When Yan Mo started turning the tail of the needle with his finger, the Black Water Tribe's Chief immediately "whimpered" and felt the soul-stirring sensation!

  In Yan Mo's predecessor's life, the best electronic acupuncture instrument can connect 72 needles at the same time, and can perform 72 different frequencies of vibration and rotation simultaneously according to software control, which is impossible for human hands, after all, only two hands.

  It is said that there is a kind of acupuncture and energy channeling in the middle chi gathering point, which can tie ten golden threadto the end of the golden needle. According to the doctor's ten fingers, ten golden needles can be manipulated at the same time. This requires the control of qi. The electronic acupuncture and energy channeling instrument is developed on the basis of this legend, but the instrument uses a weak current to control the needle.

  So the real acupuncture is not just to insert needles into the body, but also to produce corresponding stimulation to the acupoints.

  Good acupuncturists can operate with their hands without instruments, but because they need to constantly twist needles, prick needles, tremble needles with their fingers, they will be very tired, and their fingers will be injured because of excessive friction.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked at the application of Yan Mo, and in a few minutes she saw some doorways: "the place where you needled is very interesting. It is the point of energy gathering."

  "Shifu, can you see this?” Yan Mo was surprised.

  "We can feel with mental strength, and the training method we usually use to exercise our abilities is to let energy flow through the fixed roads, and these points are the places where energy converge most."

  Yan Mo had a conjecture in his previous life. He has been testing his conjecture in the late stage. "Shifu, there is actually a cell organ called mitochondria in the human body. You don't ask what the mitochondrion is and what the organelle is. But I found that there are more cells with mitochondria where there are acupoints, so I have always suspected that mitochondria can provide special energy. If there is some kind of energy stimulation in the body, how can these energies be spread all over the body and used? I guess it's these mitochondria that should be relied on. You say, is the ability ties of blood warriors the same as……"

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu expression changed from a greeting to an exclamation mark, and from an exclamation mark to an ellipsis mark.

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe has shining eyes. He can't understand it at all, but he thinks Old Witch Mo is very good.

  Yan Mo is getting more and more excited. No matter how many people in the room are drowsy, why do they need to understand Priest Da-Ren? They understand that their heads are hurting, and a lot of strange things are floating in their brains.

  Just when Yuan Zhan couldn't stand it, "Whoa." The wooden door outside was knocked again. ——