Feng Xuan was speechless at this time. Before this, he simply could not imagine being a Yunzang Realm monk under the age of 15. Without waiting for Feng Xuan to ask, the old wizard continued. "As for why you are allowed to break through to the second realm before this, hehe! You have to know that except for our human race, no other race wants to see our human race's witch cultivators grow up, especially those geniuses who go to the Holy Land to practice. To them, a dead genius is a good genius.” The old wizard's face became even more gloomy, and he said with a low smile, with a hint of coldness in his tone. Feng Xuan naturally noticed the hatred revealed in Wu Lao's words, but he did not ask any more questions. Even if he knew something, he was not strong enough and could not change it. Only then did Feng Xuan realize that the Holy Land of the Human Race valued witch cultivators and was even willing to give those who lacked early talent a second chance. At this time, Feng Xuan asked cautiously: "Mr. Wu, why do you feel that you are very familiar with the Holy Land?" The old man Wu also suppressed the emotions rising in his heart, calmed his expression and said calmly: "No need to test me, I am telling you this naturally because I have also been to the Holy Land. The Holy Land takes pity on people like us who are not talented enough and is willing to give me a second chance for witch cultivators. When I was 26 years old, I broke through to the realm of spiritual witchcraft. He also went to the Holy Land for further training, but he failed to break through to the second level of the Spiritual Witch within the ten-year period and became a psychic. Naturally, he should be sent back to the Holy Land." When Feng Xuan heard this, he immediately lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
He felt that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked. The old man Wu was naturally not talented enough to stay in the tribe now, but for some reason, Feng Xuan always felt that there seemed to be something hidden in this. Seeing this, the old wizard's expression softened slightly, and he said softly: "It's nothing. Did you know that nine out of ten people who go to the Holy Land are like me. Early qualifications and talents don't mean everything. They can be selected in the final assessment. Only those who have passed through the lower level are considered to be the human geniuses that the Holy Land needs. As for those who are not qualified, they will naturally give up repatriation. Forcing these people to stay is not a good thing for them." Feng Xuan was puzzled and looked at the old wizard in confusion as to why it was not a good thing to practice in the legendary holy land of practice. The old witch looked at him deeply and said: "The human race itself will never be monolithic. Remember, some things are not what you want, but you have to do it. Practice the path slowly, step by step. For Struggles and fights for resources are common no matter where you are. The reason why I hope you can break through to the second level is also because I hope you can be more capable of protecting yourself under this general trend." The old man Wu paused and then said: "The time left for you is not much. If you cannot break through to the second level within three years, no matter what your cultivation level is, you must leave for the Li Shang tribe every five years. There will be messengers from the Holy Land traveling around various realms to attract human geniuses. Our Li Shang tribe in Qishan Mountain is one of them. Even if your age is actually over, they have their own way of detecting the time when you break through the realm, and there is no way to fake it. There are still three years until the next Holy Land messenger arrives. The path after that can only depend on you. If you can If you become a disciple of a great master, you may be able to take this opportunity to find out and solve the mystery of your Feng family's disaster." The old man Wu took out a pamphlet from his arms and handed it to Feng Xuan. "This is the soul thorn of the witchcraft technique. Since you have broken through to the realm of witchcraft, you should also learn some witchcraft methods. This technique can condense your witch soul power into a soul thorn to attack the enemy. The specific effect depends on the strength of your soul. If your soul is strong enough, you can even kill the enemy's soul directly with a single thought. When you practice to a great level, you can even gather multiple soul-stirring thorns at once." Elder Wu paused and continued: "But remember, if the gap between the two is too big, you will be at great risk of using this technique and may cause backlash, so you need to use it with caution. With your current state, you will run out of soul power if you use this technique at most once. , how to use this technique in battle depends on you. Coupled with your martial arts cultivation, you may be able to exert unexpected effects in the fight. This can be used as your trump card." Feng Xuan had a weird look on his face while holding this technique. The strength of his soul determines the strength of his attack? Then he has the help of the bronze space to refine the soul essence, and his soul is growing all the time. Isn't this a technique tailor-made for him? The old man Wu naturally didn't know what Feng Xuan was thinking, so he took out an inconspicuous black ring and handed it to Feng Xuan. "This is the wind spirit ring inherited by your Feng family, and it is also the space witchcraft weapon owned by your Feng family. Originally, according to your father's will, it could not be given to you until you reached the Yunzang realm, but since you have broken through to the witchcraft realm, I also need to store some medicinal materials and other items on a daily basis, so I will make an exception and leave them to you first." Feng Xuan took the ring in a daze, pursed his lips and said nothing. Seeing this, the old wizard sighed secretly, and then waved his hand: "Go, practice the Shock Sting hard, and bite off more than you can chew. With your current state, no matter how many secret techniques I give you, it will be useless. I will wait until you have reached great perfection. Learn other techniques" Feng Xuan saluted to the old wizard: "Old Wu, I would like to borrow some secret books." Wu Lao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Go find that little girl Xuan Shuang. I will rest assured of your work and remember to come back." Feng Xuan then turned around and walked towards the side hall. The side hall for worshiping witches and the secret method room. Shuang Niu'er was sweeping the dust in the secret room with a duster made of soft feathers from various birds. She muttered: "Stinky Fengxuan, dead Fengxuan, you won't come to play with me after you come back, you know. Practice, practice”
As he spoke, he made a clicking sound with the hair duster in his hand, and poked it into the air in front of him. The small tiger teeth in his mouth rubbed against each other, as if he wanted to poke someone to death. At this time, Feng Xuan's voice came from outside the secret law room: "Shuang Niu'er, where are you? I'm here to find you." Xuan Shuang's expression changed when he heard this voice. His expression quickly calmed down and became calm. He quickly arranged his slightly messy hair and walked out of the secret room with a slight smile. "Brother Feng Xuan, you're here to see me." Xuan Shuang smiled sweetly at Feng Xuan who was walking towards him. "Well, let me borrow some books and go back." Feng Xuan looked at Shuangniu's smile, twisted his body unnaturally, and scratched his head. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. Xuan Shuang's smile froze, and she almost couldn't keep it up. She threw the hair duster in her hand at the boy who was picking at the back of his head. Feng Xuan saw Xuan Shuang's expression was wrong and quickly added "I came here specifically to see you. Have you been practicing well recently..." Before Feng Xuan finished speaking, he saw that Xuan Shuang's face turned darker, and he suddenly couldn't speak anymore. Suddenly he had an idea, took out a Beast Heart Fruit and said to Xuan Shuang: "Isn't this mainly to give you this Beast Heart Fruit? You have a weak physique, so I can feel more at ease if you use this Beast Heart Fruit to improve your physique. " Feng Xuan was speaking from his heart. Shuangniu was his childhood sweetheart who grew up together. However, after Shuangniu was detected to have a talent for witchcraft, she completely gave up martial arts and devoted herself to practicing witchcraft. This also resulted in her physique being just that of an ordinary person. If she had this Beast Heart Fruit to improve her body, her physical condition would be much better. Ever since he was a child, Xuanshuang's family has cared for him the most, and they are also his last relatives by blood. Xuanshuang's grandmother is the third elder Fenghua. Speaking of the third elder Fenghua, she is not only a member of the Feng clan, but according to her father, she was also extremely talented. She reached the blood boiling level at a young age, not much worse than Xuan Shi today. Later, she married a strong man from the Yunzang Realm of the Xuan family at that time, and the two soon gave birth to Xuan Ling. But when he and his husband went out to do business with Li merchants, they encountered an extremely powerful beast. They were defeated and both were severely injured. In the end, Elder Fenghua's husband took the initiative to lure the beast away to save his wife. Looking into the distance, the dying Elder Fenghua was also rescued by the tribesmen who came in time to support him. However, due to his excessive injuries, his cultivation was completely ruined and he was almost reduced to an ordinary person. As for the Xuan family master, there is no whereabouts anymore. In this wild land, being missing almost means death. Although Elder Fenghua has never encountered any fatal misfortune since then, the price is that her husband has endured the misfortune on her behalf, and she has become an ordinary person without cultivation. For these ordinary people, Feng's misfortune seems to have no interest. In general, most of them will not pay attention to it. Elder Fenghua has been living in Lishang for a long time since then, and will not return to the Xuanying tribe easily, so as not to offend the situation and hurt his feelings. Xuan Shuang looked a little better when she saw the Beast Heart Fruit in Feng Xuan's hand. However, looking at the ugly appearance of the Beast Heart Fruit, she still felt a little disgusted and muttered "Idiot" in her heart. Just as Xuan Shuang was about to take the Beast Heart Fruit from Feng Xuan's hand, Feng Xuan took out another one and said, "Bring this one to your brother for me. Although he has only broken through the Bone Forging not long ago, he can still use it." , I won’t go looking for him.” Xuan Shuang's brother Xuan Tuo is Xuan Ling's eldest son, but his talent is much inferior to Xuan Shi. He is almost 18 years old this year, but his cultivation level is lower than Xuan Shi. He only broke through the bone forging not long ago, but usually Xuan Tuo They were out hunting and honing with Uncle Qingmu, and rarely returned to the tribe, so Feng Xuan had to ask Xuan Shuang to bring it to him. After that, Feng Xuan couldn't help but immediately took the books and left. He stayed in the Witch Sacrifice Hall for a long time, chatted a lot with Xuan Shuang, and gave her some instructions on various medicines and pharmacology before leaving calmly.