"Da-Ren, I heard you saved a slave, and I, his uncle, came to pick him up." Outside the door, a man with a slave tattoo on his face was tucked up with a hard sheepskin suit, feeling the warmth coming from the hut, and said with a shudder.

  Ding Fei did not let him in, and the slave was conscious enough to stand at the door and dare not look inside.

  Yan Mo motioned Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe not to disturb the needles, and he went to the door and looked at the slave first.

  The male slave in his mid-thirties still looked strong and dirty, and Yan Mo could see his facial features clearly. Unexpectedly, the slave had many similarities with the young slave. Did he guess wrong?

  "You said you were the boy's uncle? Is it his father's brother or his mother's brother?” There is no uncle differentiation here. Both parents’ brothers are called uncles.

  While Yan Mo looked very kind and gentle, so the slave looked so scared. "Back to Da-Ren, I am the brother to the mother of the child."

  Yan Mo nodded his head and verified his own conjecture, but the boy he did not want to hand him out now. "He was seriously injured, broken ribs, broken arms and calves, and ruptured viscera. He could not move, and he was still unconscious."

  "What? The man's lips trembled, cold or angry. "Da-Ren, can I see him?”

  Yan Mo thought and waved, "Come in."

  The man was busy following in and was surrounded by warmth as soon as he entered the room, but he did not dare to look any more. He just followed Yan Mo forward with his head down. He could feel everyone in the room looking at him, which made his hands tremble a little.

  Ding Fei closed the door and followed.

  "The child is there, I gave him a little treatment, in order to avoid making him more injured, you should not move him, do not wake him up." Yan Mo paused and laughed. He found that the eyelids of the teenager who was supposed to be asleep shook.

  "Thank you, Da-Ren! Thank you!”

  The man knelt at the edge of the fur shop. He saw that the teenager was covered with a thick fur, and he dared not touch it. The youngster's face is a little better than he imagined. Maybe that's the reason for the fire?

  The man reached out his finger and touched the teenager's face lightly. He quickly retracted and tears came to his eyes.

  Yan Mo seemed inadvertently asked: "did the child offend the servant? And he was beaten so badly without doing anything?”

  The man's face instantly burst into anger. "Gang-San is jealous of Zhi Zi, because Zhi Zi is good-looking. QueDa-Ren once praised him and let Zhi Zi wait on him and offering him the freedom from slavery. Gang-San hated Zhi Zi. He felt that if Zhi Zi was not around him that day, he would still be regarded as a close servant by Que Da-Ren. But then Que Da-Ren somehow forgot about him. Gang-San began to bully Zhi Zi constantly. This time, this time, he was beaten so hard, this……"

  The man wanted to cuss, but suddenly thought of their identity, afraid of the accusation, and quickly shut up, even what he just said he regretted that he had said it.

  "So, if you take him back, don't you fear that Gang-San will continue to vent his anger on him?” Yan Mo looked at the man's expression and saw that he did not look like a liar.

  The man bit his lip. "I heard Gang-San was……" He whispered afterwards, "Da-Ren's warriors would kill him. He's just a servant, a temple……"

  "Needless to say." Yan Mo forcibly cut off the man's words. He was afraid that if he let the man finish his words, he would have to save the man named Gang-San.

  The man thought he had said something wrong, and his face was all white.

  "Why don't the parents of this child come?” Yan Mo has turned a new topic.

  The man looked blank, and then became sad and angry. "His parents died long ago. My sister gave birth to the child soon, and both of them died."

  "Oh? How did they die?”

  The man looked up at Yan Mo secretly, then lowered his head, pinched his fist and said, "They made a mistake and were killed."

  "Your sister was also a slave? Who was the former servant?”

  The man felt even more oddly. He could not understand why the old man asked him these questions. "We are all slaves, my sister was beautiful from childhood, and she has always been a slave girl in the palace." Speaking of the latter, he was a little proud, because his sister was in the palace, and their family had a better life than the other slaves.

  "Is there anything strange about your sister and child's father before and after the birth of this child?”

  "Da-Ren?” The man refused to say, "why do you ask?”

  Yan Mo smiled and said directly, "Don't you think your sister's son facial features are very similar to yours, Wu Shang Que Da-Ren?”

  Boom! The man's expression was struck by lightning. The whole face was in a panic. "Da-Ren, you can't say anything like this. What are you talking about? I, I'm leaving. I'll come back to see Zhi Zi tomorrow."

  The man stood up, wanted to go, turned back and begged, "Da-Ren, please don't talk about it in the city. My sister has only one child, and I don't have any children. If this word goes out, the child will really not live."

  "I know, you can rest assured that I will say nothing to the outside world. Ding Fei, give the man some baked meat.

  "Da-Ren, no, you've saved……" The man did not expect Yan Mo not only was not angry, but also sent him barbecue, he kept waving his hands in horror.

  Ding Fei grabbed a still hot barbecue wrapped in grass and stuffed it into the man's hand. "Hold it, your child is here, you don't have to worry. Our Mo Da-Ren is awesome. Oh, it's already dark outside. Be careful on your way."

  The man was almost half-pushed out by Ding Fei and closed the main door. He looked down at the hot barbecue in his hand and immediately put it in his arms. He put his hands over his chest and walked back against the cold wind with this heat.

  The old priest's words rolled over and over in his mind. He had doubts, especially which his sister and her man who died so suddenly. When the child grew up, his appearance also caused some rumors windmill. But Wu Shang noble did not take any care of the child. The only Que Da-Ren mentioned it only once, and then forgot about it.

  If Zhi Zi was really Wu Shang's blood, why would Wu Shang nobility be so indifferent to him?

  The man shook his head, shaking all the expectations out of his head.

  Inside the shed.

  Yan Mo sat down beside the hide shop and touched the teenager's forehead. "You're in good health. You woke up earlier than I expected."

  The teenager's eyelids trembled and did not open, but his hands quietly clenched into fists under the fur. He woke up only when he heard a knock at the door. Just now his uncle came, he wanted to talk to him, but he resisted it. At that time, he was not clear about the situation. Later, he heard the voice of his uncle and the old man. He knew that the people of this tribe had saved him, but he was still afraid.

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  Yan Mo laughed. “If I hadn't checked it out for you, I wouldn't know you had awakened your blood ability. He felt the energy fluctuation in the teenager's body at that time, so he would take the teenager to the laboratory for detailed examination.

  The teenager slapped open his eyes and turned his head to stare at the old man. "You…… Cough!”

  "Slow down, don't be afraid. Nobody here will eat you."

  "I…… Awakened the blood ability? Really?” The teenager's voice was hoarse with the peculiar period of puberty voice change. He struggled to sit up and was held down by Yan Mo.

  "Don't move around. You're still injured. You didn't know you're awoke the blood ability?

  The teenager shook his head stiffly and slowly said, "I have been feeling very uncomfortable, headache and fever all the time. I thought I was sick."

  Others were curious to hear Priest Da-Ren say that the young slave had awakened the ability of blood.

  Yuan Zhan asks Yan Mo: "what ability does he have?”

  "How can I know that?” Yan Mo shook hands.

  "I can, wait." The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu came over and reached out and touched and felt it was a bone object. "It was hard for me to get it from the Kongcheng- Air City temple, and only a drop of blood, we could know what his blood ability power was."

  "Oh? Yan Mo was amazed. He reached for it and looked at it back and forth.

  Bone object was a bowl-shaped, a little black-red in color, only palm-sized.

  “Shifu, can I borrow this for a few days? I want to see what the sculpting principle is. "

  "All right, as long as you remember to give it back to me, I'll give it to you when I die."

  Yan Mo smiled, gesturing to the teenager to stretch out his finger.

  The teenager was still shocked. He never thought that one day he would become a blood warrior who made him envy him very much.

  Yan Mo saw that the teenager did not respond, grabbed his hand directly from under the fur, took a golden needle and gently poked it down, squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into the bowl.

  One, two…… About five seconds later, a very small illusion appeared in the place where the blood dripped from the bowl. The illusion looked like a stone man. The illusion lasted only about two seconds and disappeared.

  Look at the bowl, it was clean, nothing else on it.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu commented: "He is too weak, he may not have succeeded in awakening once, otherwise his face has been marked with blood warriors, but since there are dark energy, and awake will be in these two days."

  Yan Mo had originally guessed the life of the teenager from his looks. Now he sees the blood ability of the teenager again. He is 100% sure that the teenager must be Wu Shang's blood.

  It's just who the father is, and it's still a question mark.

  The teenager saw the shadow stone man, eyes unconsciously overflowed with tears. As long as it is the Black Earth City, everyone knows that turning into a stone man is the blood ability of Wu Shang's bloodline.

  Who on earth is his father? Why has he been indifferent to him? If he knew that he had awakened his blood ability at such a young age, he was much more powerful than those nobles who could not awaken for a lifetime, would the other party want him?

  The young man's mouth was shriveled and his face was full of tears.

  Yan Mo is not good at dealing with people's emotional and psychological problems. When he sees a teenager crying, he let him cry, regardless.

  Ding Fei saw how amazing the bone object was and wanted to try it out. He reached out and asked Yan Mo to prick him too.

  Yan Mo laughed and went on to satisfy his requirements.

  Ding Fei immediately pointed his finger at the bowl and squeezed a drop of blood down.

  After waiting for about five seconds, a fire burst out in the bowl and lasted for nearly five seconds before it disappeared.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu also commented, "2nd rank fire energy, too low."

  Ding Fei grinned and scratched his head.

  Da-da wanted to try, too. Yan Mo simply gave Ding Ning the bowl and the golden needle so that they could all try it out. Even Yuan Zhan made a scene.

  Da-da test showed a small monster with half fish and half beast, Ding Ning was also a fire, Bing had an eye, Yuan Zhan appeared…… Out of phase!

  Yan Mo was taking his pulse to the teenager at that time. By the way, he asked some questions, and heard a voice of surprise not far away. The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu and the Black Water Tribe's Chief had the loudest voices.

  "Mo!" Yuan Zhan rushed up to his Priest Da-Ren with a big bowl, and said, "look, what's going on here?”

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, why ask me? But Yan Mo still looked at it out of curiosity, which is too much to see!

  He actually saw the shadow of the volcanic eruption, and the volcano also grew a seedling similar to the Maple Clan seedling. And the shadow hasn't disappeared yet.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu circled around Yuan Zhan and kept saying, "You have awakened the blood of the three main gods? How could this be possible?”

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu pulled his hair and looked at Yuan Zhan's vision.

  Yuan Zhan sighed. He didn't want to do that, okay? He only awakened the blood of the earth God, but with Mo, he was puzzled and now he had two more abilities. Why? Wait, three abilities? So he can also awaken fire energy?

  Yan Mo touched his chin. "Well, a small lake or stream will be complete."

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu suddenly took steps. He seemed to think of something. Looking at the eyes of Yuan Zhan was no longer a surprise, but a cautious and a less obvious alert.

  "Shifu, what's wrong with you?” Yan Mo noticed the old man's expression was wrong.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looks at Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo. His eyebrows are knotted.

  "Shifu?”

  "You are the blood of the God of the Earth." In this sentence, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu does not use interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

  Yuan Zhan nodded.

  "No wonder, that's not surprising." Subsequently, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu sank into silence and remained silent for a long time.

  Yuan Zhan is a little confused, so when he desertified himself just now, did Ding Ning not say that he was the blood of the God of the earth?

  Yan Mo suddenly panic, he put down the young wrist, seriously asked The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu: "Shifu, Yuan Zhan blood has problems? Wu Shang, the Black Earth City, does not say that he is the blood of the earth God?

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu sneered and looked up. "Do you think the bloodline of the Earth God is everywhere? Wu Shang is the bloodline of the earth God, but he can turn himself into a stone man. Just now Yuan Zhan uses his ability, I have doubts, and look at the bone object reaction. I think your guardian warrior may be the real bloodline of the earth God.”

  "What did you say?” Yan Mo could not even think of a strange teenager beside him. It's easy for him to get stunned, but he's heard so much before, and it doesn't make much sense for him to get stunned now.

  No matter what the identity of the teenager is, if he intends to sell them, he will solve it with his own hands.

  The teenager suddenly shivered, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu scratched his hair in disorder. "This is about the God of this world. You should know that after the Grandfather god, the Father God and the Mother Goddess, the God of fire, the water God and the God of earth were born by the combination of the five gods."

  People nodding together, this is common sense, as we all know.

  "I don't know from what time it came down to be said that only the blood warriors who truly inherit the blood of the God can become gods themselves. At first, the Nine Great Cities was not nine cities, but only fire, water and earth. The Bone Sculpting People, the Mer-people, The Longevity Maple Tribe, the Human-face Kunpeng Clan of the Winged People and The Three Cities of the Human Force stood side by side and occasionally fought with each other.

  At this point, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu took a deep look at Yuan Zhan. "At that time, The Three Cities were very powerful, which we can hardly imagine now, because they had real blood warriors who awakened the blood of the God."

  Yan Mo, "They all reached 10th rank?”

  "No, they all transcended 12th rank and entered the realm of God-hood. It was only later that huge battle, the Bone Sculpting People disappeared completely, the Mer-people retreated to the seabed, the Longevity Maple Tribe no longer interacted with the humans, the Human-face Kunpeng Clan lost the least, but no longer came out from the sea, and the Three Cities lost their city lords, and warriors who entered the realm of God above 12th rank became legends, and thereafter. The Three Cities became The Nine Great Cities. That's why The Nine Cities was initially called The Three Cities. It's not the Three Cities at the upper, middle and lower city levels.

  "So it is like that." All of them suddenly realized that they had no choice but to call The Three Cities. It turned out that there were only three cities at the beginning.

  Yan Mo thinks more. Did the Bone Sculpting People disappear at that time?

  Yuan Zhan thought of a question: "Wood control ability is also inherited from the blood of God?”

  "The control of plant growth is regarded as the ability of the Father God himself, who is the sun, and everything grows in the sun." The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu explained and sighed ironically, "So far, the Nine Great Cities, not even a 10th rank warrior, has not appeared for a long time, let alone a multi-skilled warrior."

  "Then what does this have to do with Yuan Zhan? Why do you…… “Look at Yuan Zhan like that? Yan Mo did not say the last few words, but he thought the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu would understand.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, of course, understood what his disciple was asking. This time he really sighed. "Do you know that the temples of the great cities are always looking for the true blood of the three main gods?”

  The crowd looked at Yuan Zhan, who was expressionless.

  Yan Mo, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?”

  "For Yuan Zhan, it may not be a bad thing, but maybe those priest who want to find the blood vessels of the God bloodline are crazy. They can do anything to win more than 10th rank above."

  When Ding Ning heard this, he was puzzled and said, "Many people in our family have awakened their ability to control fire. Are we the real blood of the God of fire?”

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu smiles, "if you can let any object burn itself and let everything melt or become ash under your control, let the fire fall from the sky, even let the land burn, and let the flames burst out of the ground, then you are the real blood of the fire god."

  Ding Fei spits his tongue and doesn't think they can do even one of those at all.

  Yan Mo thought of the key point, "If the temple of Tucheng-Earth City, in particular, knew that Yuan Zhan was a God bloodline blood warrior who really inherited the blood of the earth, would they come and take Yuan Zhan away?”

  "No, they will invite him to Tucheng-Earth City, but it will be difficult for you to see him again in the future."

  Bing suddenly said, "Isn't it good to be a god? Why do we all look sad? I want to be God."

  Ding Fei and Ding Ning did not speak, but the expression clearly felt that Bing was right.

  Da-da nods directly. Ouch! How good is it to be God?

  Even Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe and teenager Zhi Zi look at Yuan Zhan with envy.

  Yuan Zhan always felt that the expression of the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was like nothing else to say. "I will not be killed by the priest of those shrines, but what will happen when one passes more than 10th rank?”

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu hummed, but refused to say so.

  Yan Mo is a little anxious, "Shifu! I beg you!” He had a hard time cultivating heavy hitter like Yuan Zhan, but can't just go away like that.

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked at his apprentice and turned twice in situ, clapping his fist in one hand and clapping his other hand. "I will say it! The Nine Great Cities haven't had a 10th rank warrior for a long time because they haven't had more than 10th rank training skills. Since the death of a 10th rank warrior in several wars of different nationalities and cities, less and less training skills have been handed down.”

  “Now the 10th rank training techniques developed by priests in various temples have problems. Many 9th rank warriors died when they broke through, and they were dead or abandoned. So now all the big shrines are seizing…… Look for the warriors who have really awakened the blood of the god bloodline. They want to find the way to ascend 10th rank or above.”

  Yuan Zhan sneered, "Just like I thought, there's nothing so good in the world."

  "Another problem is that many of the warriors who broke through 10th rank have become different from before. They will become icy cold, cruel, lustful and especially homicidal. That's why they die fast."

  Yan Mo heard the word "more desire" and pulled the corner of his mouth. Yuan Zhan can't stand it now. If he becomes more lustful, will he have to get him a real empress palace?

  The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu muttered, "Actually, I think it's still a matter of ability. When the original god warrior of the Three Cities died, he no longer had the right training method to enter the 10th rank. At first, he could still rely on word-of-mouth to grope for it. When he found something wrong later, those a 10th rank warriors would not pass it down. But now the people in the nine temples would rather create a bunch of murderous fanatics, but also want to break through the training skills of 9th rank. Those madmen want to be mad!”

  Yuan Zhan also wanted to be strong, but when he thought he would become a killer, he didn't want to touch the Temple’s Priest in Tucheng-Earth City.

  The curve watch Zhou Wu finally warned yuan Zhan and others in the house: "in order to find the blood warrior who really awakened the blood of the Lord, the nine great cities arranged eyes in cities and tribes. A-Zhan, there are two more trials. You must be careful not to use your soil control ability. No one else can say anything. I'm cursing you all now. If anyone speaks out what happened and said in this room tonight without the permission of Mo and A-Zhan, I curse him for being deaf, blind, mute and for a lifetime!”

  Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe and teenage slave Zhi Zi and Ding Fei were all startled and busy with the same voice: "yes, we will not speak to others."

  Yuan Zhan nodded, indicating that he would be careful.

  "Thank Shifu." Yan Mo couldn't help congratulating himself. Fortunately, at that time, he was alert and didn't let Yuan Zhan expose his ability to control soil. There were still two alternatives. Would they really not fall? ——