Loving, cheering, sounding through the forest.

This is a voice that advocates freedom.

Falling into Wang Hao's ears, letting his heart touch. No better than the lower bounds. The difference between the monks and the mortal people is like a heavenly, irreplaceable. Although these indigenous fairy people admire the people in the fairy house, they will not forget their hearts.

This feeling is very rare, and it is worthy of respect.

"They ... are my chance?"

After encountering these fairy people, the clumsy beads hidden in the deep sea of ​​the sea, no longer showed the signs of fierce good luck. According to this treasure reaction judgment, Wang Hao's chance is this group of immortal people.

But he didn't understand that since he was opportunities, he didn't seem to have benefits.

If you do n’t think about it, you will not think about it. In the Wanjie Merchants, you will be given by Xianbao. Since you guide yourself to Mangshan, you will stay. Let ’s talk about it for a while.

A fairy, a group of fairy people, brought prey down the mountain.

The mountains are vast, and the road to the mountains is not long, but the distance is far away. Xianmin has a strong constitution, and the speed of running is not slightly slower than that of the mastiff. It costs nearly two hours before walking out of the mountain.

The mastiff comes out of the mountain forest. Wang Hao's eyes suddenly lighted.

A piece of plain is presented, vast, and there are thousands of miles. The mountains are surrounded by the mountains, the plains are located in the central basin.

When you come to Pingdi, the team travels faster.

The mastiff's legs run away. The immortal people followed closely. According to Wang Hao's estimation, they can reach nearly 300 miles speed when they run.

This is simply dare not imagine in the lower boundary.

Along the way. It didn't take long for the road to the road on both sides of the road, planting unknown grains. Many female Xianmin worked in the field. There was also a team of a team similar to Xiangjiazhuang's hunter team to hand in staggered.

"Boss Xiang is back!"

"Hunter a pig monster, good harvest!"

There are familiar hunters to say hello. People in Xiangjiazhuang also responded with a smile. It can be seen that they are not a village, but they are very harmonious with each other.

Mangshan Xianmin settlement. There are more than 100 villages in large and small villages. The population is nearly 100,000. Male hunting and female farming, the ancestors of the ancestors inhabited here. The folk customs are simple, and there are few conflicts between the villages.

After I do n’t know how many villages, I arrived at the middle of the basin. Finally, I arrived at Xiangjiazhuang.

A village. The houses built by wood and stone with the eyes are lined up in row, and the number is a lot. The fence is raised with a round wooden circle around, covering more than ten miles, and there are more than a thousand villagers inside.

This is Xiangjiazhuang, which looks very simple and primitive village.

The team is approaching. The village door made of round wood, "Squeaks" to open. Hundreds of men, women, and children are poured out. Welcome their relatives to return home safely.

The hunter welcomed the past. Some embraced their wives, some raised their children, and some of them listened to the teachings of the elderly ... The picture is extremely warm and harmonious.

This feeling ... Many years have gone!

Wang Hao looked at his eyes inexplicably.

"See the immortal master!"

Xiang Yan took the old man, several elderly Xiang Jiazhuang, and the villagers of villagers. He came to Wang Hao and saw you. See you.

"Please get up!"

Wang Hao still smiled.

"Old villagers represent all villagers in Xiangjiazhuang, thank the immortal master for saving great grace!"

Obviously, Xiang Yan and others have hunted this time to inform the elders of the tribe. The old men stood up, all of them were grateful, expressing their gratitude.

"Raise your hand, not toothy!" Wang Hao didn't say much. Smile nodded.

This is the fairy. The Xiangjiazhuang people not only do not see the monsters, but also respect the heart.

With the enthusiastic invitation of Zhongxianmin, Wang Hao entered the village, and then participated in Xiangjiazhuang as the most distinguished guest, and held a grand banquet.

The dishes are mainly meat. They are supplemented by unknown wild vegetables and grains. In addition, it is self -brewed wine.

The taste of fruit wine is sweet and delicious, and it is also mixed with a light fairy spirit. It is in line with Wang Hao's taste. I unknowingly drink a few more bowls.

Don't look at the fruit wine, the stamina is strong. The wine is on the head, the face blushes and the ears and the dizzy.

With Wang Haoxiu, it is not the case. But he hasn't appreciated the mortal drunk and fun for a long time, and he doesn't work hard to resolve the wine.

Dizzy, the tongue is big, and it is not good to speak ... This feeling hasn't experienced it for a long time, it is wonderful.

The villagers of Xiangjiazhuang did not refuse when they saw the immortal master.

Each of them one by one toast, so as to express the admiration and admiration in my heart.

"You want to get drunk!"

"Don't drink it! Don't drink anymore!"

Xiang Feiyu saw that Wang Hao was full of blushing face and his steps were unstable. He immediately stood out to prevent the people from continuing to continue 'drinking'. It was also very intimate, and helped Wang Hao to go back to his own rest.

This kid is not bad!

The feeling of being drunk. Wang Hao's feeling of drunk does not mean losing consciousness, but not smelling foreign objects. On the contrary, everyone present, the delicate expression is in his inspection.

Knowing how to maintain a life -saving benefactor is a good child!

Wang Hao pretended to be drunk. With the help of Xiang Feiyu, he went back to the house to rest.

This consciousness until the evening.

"Xianshi! Xianshi!"

The sound came from outside the house.

Wang Hao seemed to be asleep, but he was thinking about it. At this moment, he sat up and greeted: "Come in!"

Xiang Feiyu came to the house and saw that the immortal master was drunk, and his face was respectful.

"Xianshi, after two hours, it is the mountain god festival!"

"I come, please show if I am interested in participating in the fairy division?"

Mountain God Festival!

Wang Hao stunned after hearing it.

Xiang Feiyu explained. In this Mangshan Xianmin's settlement, there is a mountain temple to ensure the incense, and the gods are blessed.

"Really ... the gods?" Wang Hao was doubtful.

"have."

Xiang Feiyu's tone must be affirmed. Not only, he has also seen the gods of the mountains with his own eyes, and more than once. The rules of the ancestors have been passed on.

Green sacrifice, presented to the gods of mountain gods.

This night, the mountain god showed the spirit, enjoyed the sacrifice, and received the worship of all peoples.

"Sacrifice ... worship ... Mountain Temple ..."

At this point, Wang Hao has a vague answer in his heart, but only to see the mountain god festival with his own eyes can determine the inference in his heart.

When entering the night, the bonfire lighted up, and light up a village in a house in the Mangshan Basin.

In the middle of the basin, not far from Xiangjiazhuang, a stone temple was established. The scale is not large, and the pattern is slightly humble, but there are tens of thousands of people who are gathered in all directions.

"Huangzhuang sacrifice, enter the mountain god!"

"Meishu Village sacrifice products, go to offering mountain gods!"

Nympho

The sound of singing is endless. A team of Xianmin carrying the sacrifice, entering the temple to present it. The people in Xiangjiazhuang are also listed, carrying the pig monsters hunting during the day, respectfully, and presenting the mountain gods.

"The sacrifice is the Jindan -level monster!"

"The best prey is dedicated to the mountain god ... Otherwise, the mountain god will be angry, the village will be eclectic, humans and animals are restless!"

Wang Hao hid the crowd, and his eyes were filled with sacrifice outside the temple, and a sneer appeared.

Xianmin did not understand the practice and could not be aware of it. But the temple of the mountain fell in his eyes, but it was another scene.

If there is a black gas, like a lingering, shrouded in the whole temple.

There is a demon!

Shan Shen?
Chapter completed!