"What do you think of him? Can you trust him?" Han Yelan asked his grandfather on the tallest stone tower in front of the mountain pass of Hanyu Tribe.
At this moment, the two of them were standing on the stone tower, looking at the tribesmen who were cleaning up the battlefield below, especially the figure of Xu Feng who was distributing hemostatic herbs to everyone with A Bao. Han Yelan seemed to be quite concerned about Xu Feng.
Grandpa smiled and nodded: "The child is a good child, but I don't know much about his origins for now. I'll ask him about it later. But the good thing is that he seems to have learned to speak our language now."
"Oh? Could it be that he is not mute, but just can't speak the language? Could he be an immortal?" Han Yelan raised his eyebrows.
"His body is full of blood and there is purple air on his head. He must be from our human race, but I don't know which branch he came from." A faint light of blood flashed in grandpa's eyes, and he looked at Xu Feng and said softly, as if he had some method to see clearly the mysteries within the human body.
Han Yelan seemed to trust his words and nodded, "You can make the decision, old man. I heard that he killed three early stage blood-quenching monsters, but why can't we see his strength?"
Grandpa said softly, "His injuries are too severe, and... But please rest assured, Chief, I will find a way to heal him."
"Well, that's good. Recently, an immortal army and a blood army seem to have appeared near our four tribes. The Red Feather Tribe wants to join forces with us to investigate this matter. I may have to go to the Red Feather Tribe in the near future. Although Captain Frost has already reached the Great Perfection of Blood Tempering and is the strongest among the three captains, he is too young and not calm enough, so I want you to watch over the village while I'm away."
Grandpa nodded and said casually, "Don't worry, Patriarch, I will do my best."
"Okay," Han Yelan's serious face finally showed a hint of smile, but it soon turned into worry, "Alas, our four divisions are so far away from the Immortal Gate, how could an Immortal Army appear nearby? This really makes people feel uneasy."
Grandpa gently stroked Han Yelan's head, as if trying to calm his anxiety: "It's okay, Grandpa is here, Grandpa is here."
Han Yelan showed a hint of helplessness and a smile on his face: "Grandpa, I'm all grown up!"
At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the powerful bone-hardening warrior who dominated the clouds, but a simple and honest junior.
"Grandpa knows. Don't worry. Grandpa will take care of everything."
The old man chuckled and withdrew his hand.
"By the way, Grandpa, I'm going to report this to the Cold Wind Generals. Do you have anything to say?"
Han Yelan suddenly asked before leaving.
Grandpa waved his hand without saying a word. Han Yelan nodded slightly, turned around and walked down the stone building.
After Han Yelan walked down the stone building, Grandpa's face became slightly serious and he looked at Xu Feng intently.
What Han Yelan didn't know was that in his grandfather's eyes, there was not just a wisp of purple air above Xu Feng's head. What he saw was a column of purple smoke that was thirty-eight feet high!
Whenever Grandpa saw this scene, his eyes would be shocked, full of doubts: "How could it be? The great man of the wilderness who had perfected the blood tempering only had ten feet of purple qi. The nearly forty feet of purple qi was not for the bone tempering... Could it be..."
His eyes suddenly widened, he took a deep breath, and even staggered a little.
"Could it be..." The old man looked at Xu Feng with brighter and brighter eyes, and finally he hurriedly walked down the stone building.
That night, the Hanyu tribe held a large banquet. The whole tribe was filled with laughter and joy. Everyone sat around the largest square in the center of the tribe, singing and dancing around the campfire, eating meat and drinking wine.
Of course, there were many bonfires in the huge square, and almost all of them were surrounded by circles of people.
Among them, two circles of bonfires are more special, one circle is for the young generation of the Hanyu tribe, and the other circle is for the little ones of the Hanyu tribe.
Because Xu Feng didn't fit in with the others, he sat next to Xiaobutian, close to Abao and Xiaopang, and drank animal milk and meat soup with a group of children.
Listen to them chattering and shouting with a slight smile on their faces.
At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside the bonfire, attracting everyone's attention.
"Brother Han Lei!"
"Brother Han Lei!"
A group of little kids greeted the newcomer, all with fanaticism and awe on their faces.
However, after Han Lei smiled at the group of children, he walked straight towards Xu Feng.
Xu Feng raised his head slightly and looked towards Han Lei, wondering what this top young master of the Hanyu tribe wanted to do with him.
"Abao, I heard he's not mute?"
Han Lei walked up to Xu Feng and asked softly while looking at A Bao who was staring at him with wide eyes.
A Bao nodded, excitedly grabbed Xu Feng's hand and said to Han Lei: "Brother Han Lei! Our Shitou is amazing! Not only can he talk, he can also kill monsters! If it weren't for him, Xiao Pang and I would have died."
Han Lei tore off a small piece of meat from a golden and tender animal leg hidden behind him and handed it to A Bao, then handed the rest of the animal leg to Xu Feng: "Thank you, take it."
Xu Feng looked at him for a while, then caught the leg, and then put it to his mouth and tore off a piece of meat. He said softly to Han Lei with his greasy mouth: "Thank you."
Han Lei smiled slightly, nodded at him, turned and walked towards their circle.
Xu Feng looked at the young man, and for some reason, he felt as if he saw his younger self and felt fond of him.
The next day, Grandpa told Xu Feng that he could go to the martial arts field of the Hanyu tribe and take Abao and Xiaopang with him to join the youth training team of the martial arts field to start strengthening their bodies and laying a solid foundation.
Xu Feng went there.
As soon as he entered the martial arts field, he saw many teenagers or young men who were training themselves passionately, some were practicing combat, some were honing their archery skills, or they were fighting against some captive weak monsters to experience the battlefield.
After stuffing the two little ones into a team full of teenagers aged eight or nine, he began to wander around the martial arts field, occasionally looking here, occasionally squatting there to look, seeming so curious about everything.
Soon, a burst of lively shouting suddenly came from near the archery range and caught his attention. Xu Feng walked towards there while scanning with his spiritual sense. He saw a young man who looked very similar to Han Lei walking towards a group of onlookers with the gait of a tiger and a dragon, carrying a large purple bow on his back.
"Cold Lightning Centurion!"
"It's the Cold Lightning Centurion who's back! They went to the Ice Valley to hunt beasts a few days ago and brought back a lot of blood food. This time they came to the martial arts field to teach Cold Lightning how to practice."
"Centurion Han Dian is one of the five young masters who has opened up seventy-two bloodlines. He is also the best to his brother. It's great to have such a powerful brother who cares about his younger brother."
Amid the soldiers' discussions, the crowd respectfully separated into two sides, and a tall young man finally came to Han Lei next to the archery field and said to him, "I heard that you killed a few early-stage blood-quenching monsters yesterday? Although it's not bad, it's still far behind me. You need to work harder."
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