Big Panda Boss

"No one has it." The old man glanced at the bizhu stick in Chen Fan's hand, and said with a gleeful expression: "Yunling Immortal Treasure originally uses spirit beasts and spirits as tools, has self-awareness, and can choose its own master. So Such treasures are obtained by those who are predestined in the true sense. If others cannot enter the magical eyes of the spirits, then it is useless to have noble ways and deeds."

　　 Chen Fan was surprised when he heard it, touched the dragon pattern on the bi bamboo stick, and asked, "Since this thing is alive, how can we communicate?"

　　 The old man shrugged and said, "How can the old man know this kind of thing? I'm not a destined person."

　　 Chen Fan scratched his head, held up the bizhu stick to face the dragon pattern on it, and whispered, "Hey, can you hear me?"

　　 The corners of the old man’s mouth twitched...

　　 Suddenly saw the dragon pattern on the stick flash, and a small phantom earth dragon appeared staring at Chen Fan, and said, "Sleepy, don't disturb." Then he retracted back, nothing happened...

　　 "Hey, this little guy really has a personality!" Chen Fan looked surprised.

　　 The old man said: "Before this earth dragon was seriously injured and dying, it was forced to sit in your bamboo stick and become an instrument spirit. I am afraid it will take a long time to recuperate to regain its strength."

　　 Chen Fan asked, "Is there any way to speed up its recovery time?"

　　 "Yes." The old man said: "Go to sacrifice other heavenly materials and earth treasures in the rod, preferably medicinal materials that can nourish the spirit."

　　 Chen Fan decided to wait for things here, so he went to Wanhua Valley.

　　 "But there is actually an easier way." The old man smiled strangely.

　　 Chen Fan urged: "What can I do? Don't sell it, just say it quickly."

The old man laughed strangely: "It is to sacrifice the spirit stone to input pure aura into the rod. After all, everything is nourished by aura, so aura is also the best tonic for all things. The effect may not be as good as some precious medicinal materials, but it is better. Stable and worry-free, it is perfect to nourish the spirit and spirit."

　　 "Are you making fun of me?" Chen Fan pretended to be annoyed.

　　 The old man laughed and said, "What I said is the truth. If you want to blame, you can only blame that there is no pure spiritual stone in this world."

　　 "Cut!" Chen Fan looked contemptuous, and stopped paying attention to the gloating old man, drinking and playing with a stick on his own.

　　 flew all the way west for a long time, and a high mountain appeared in front of him.

　　 The old man pointed and said: "The mountain in front is the territory of the Black Iron Tribe. We'd better walk around from the foot of the mountain, and we can enter the desert of death by crossing two mountains."

　　 "This black iron tribe is also one of the nine tribes?" Chen Fan asked.

　　 "Yes." The old man said: "The Black Iron Tribe is a tribe that is good at forging iron among the nine tribes, and its strength can rank in the top three."

　　 In order to avoid extra-junctions, Chen Fan followed kindness and found a hidden place to drop Baolian.

　　 After landing, the old man led the way. Don't even look at him with an injury or a broken arm, but when he walks, he is walking like flying.

　　 Chen Fan followed the old man, looked around the deserted mountains and ridges around him, and asked, "This ghost place doesn't even have roots and grasses. How do these big tribes survive?"

The old man sighed and said, "How can I live? I just eat in the ground. In the past, there were many beasts and fruit trees, so I don’t have to worry about eating and drinking. Now the land is barren, and there is no grass to grow, but there are crops. Can grow."

　　 The old man lowered his head for a moment, plowed a piece of sand with his bare feet, squatted down and cut out a bunch of tuberous roots, rubbed it on his body and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

　　 "This is a potato?!" Chen Fan looked surprised.

　　 "Do you monsters call this kind of melons potatoes?" The old man handed Chen Fan a bunch.

　　 "Yes, but it may not be the same species." Chen Fan was not too dirty, so he wiped it and put it in his mouth to taste it, confirming that it was indeed potatoes. That is, the potatoes on the western continent are obviously not as big as those grown on the Yaozu continent, and the taste is also very poor, the crude fiber is very rough, and there is a hint of sourness.

　　 "Do you survive by eating these?" Chen Fan asked while chewing.

"Yes." The old man sighed: "As the tribe grows, there will be more mouths. Hunting-gatherers alone cannot feed more and more dolls. Therefore, the hunting grounds can only be kept farther and farther away. Other tribes are in conflict."

　　 Chen Fan asked: "Why not farm?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Small tribes dare not grow, because wild beasts and natural disasters may make all the hard work of a year in vain, but more importantly, they are afraid of being looted by the big tribes. Only the big tribes have enough manpower to protect their grain fields. But as the friction between the tribes becomes more and more fierce, the first targets of the big guys are the opponent’s fields. People dare to go farming again."

　　 Chen Fan shook his head, wondering what to say.

　　 "I heard that your monsters also learned to farm." The old man suddenly asked, "Can you eat a full meal in three days?"

Chen Fan replied: "I don't know about other places, but in the case of Ten Thousand Demons City with the largest population, even the lowest level of civilians as long as they have skills or strength, it is fine to eat three full meals a day. ."

　　 "Hey, bragging!" The old man looked contemptuous.

　　 Chen Fan shrugged and said: "You always believe it or not~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I can take you to see when you have the opportunity in the future."

"No, the old man is still buried in the ancestral land." The old man stepped up a small mound and looked around, looking into the desolation, and muttered: "I still remember the old man when he was a child and the ground was full of big trees. And green grass, there are hordes of giant beasts everywhere. I like eating Triceratops meat the most, because one meal of meat can keep you hungry for three days."

　　 Chen Fan stepped forward and asked, "Then do you want to go back to the days when there was meat?"

　　 "What can I do? Our place is a place where gods dare not come." The old man laughed at himself and sighed: "I can't go back, I just hope that I won't be reborn in this world..."

　　 Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Why do you have to ask God to worship Buddha? Have you never thought of using your own hands to change everything and create a better world for your children and grandchildren?"

　　 The old man said calmly: "I have only one hand left, and my son is dead."

　　 Chen Fan touched his nose and smiled dryly: "It seems that I really don't fit to be a Virgin."

　　 "Let's go, we have to rush over this mountainous area before dark." The old man continued on, "Otherwise, there will be underground monsters in the evening."

　　 One person and one demon continued on their way, but when they climbed a mountain, they suddenly stopped.

　　 I saw the gorge under the mountains covered with corpses, layers upon layers of bodies could not be seen at the end, like a hell!

　　 "It's the Black Iron Tribe!" The old man lost his voice in amazement.