A group of people were petrified and speechless. This was too astonishing.
"Ah..."
Jiao Peng's arm was trembling slightly. It felt like he had hit a Qilin. The pain was as if his bones were broken. He never expected that a child with milk stains still at the corner of his mouth almost knocked him down.
Everyone was shocked. Was this really just a remote village? Most likely, it was a hidden family that had survived from ancient times!
Many people were cautious. If it was true, it would be extremely terrifying. The hidden family lived alone in the deep mountains and wildlands. Although the population was not large, everyone was a terrifying powerful person.
The two little girls like fairies came forward. Their eyes were flowing. Their melon-shaped faces were smiling. Their foreheads were white and lustrous, with a kind of wisdom light. One of the little girls asked: "How old are you, little brother?"
"Almost four years old." The little one's big eyes were bright and clear. He responded seriously. At the same time, he quickly wiped the milk stains at the corner of his mouth. He was still covering it up.
What? A child who was just over three years old and not yet four? This was too astonishing. It made everyone unable to remain calm. A series of gasps were heard.
Jiao Peng's eyes emitted beast-like beams. His expression was extremely unfriendly. He wished he could immediately use the most powerful precious technique of his clan and press the little one into the ground with one palm.
"Come again!" He didn't use the precious technique of the Jiao Clan. He still used the power of his flesh and rushed forward frantically. The wind of his fist whistled. The big trees nearby shook violently and all the leaves fell down rustling.
Like a large fierce beast in the vast mountain range moving, bringing along a gust of strong wind. Jiao Peng's momentum was astonishing as he pounced towards the little one!
"Big brother, why are you bullying me?" The little one was puzzled. His big eyes were black and white, very pure and innocent. He stared at Jiao Peng. With a stretch of his arm, he slapped forward.
"Boom!"
This time, everyone saw clearly. This cute child was indeed using pure physical strength. There was no secret power of the precious technique involved. He just pushed it out like that. However, the strength was so powerful and the vigor was so fierce that it was astonishing. With a buzzing sound, Jiao Peng was shocked backward.
The genius from Luofu Great Marsh kept retreating. With each step he took, large cracks on the ground cracked one after another. His arm was spasming and the severe pain made him let out a muffled groan.
"So strong!" Jiao Peng gritted his teeth and showed an incredulous gaze. This time, it was really too embarrassing. He was actually suppressed by a child who was still drinking milk. His face felt hot.
"Ha ha..." Lei Mingyuan was over six years old. He幸灾乐祸 and laughed so hard that he almost fell backward.
But except for him, no one else had a trace of smile. If Jiao Peng was a genius, then what was this child who was still drinking milk?
"This child has amazing potential. If he goes to the major battlefield where the major races compete, he might really..." Someone whispered.
A group of children were all shocked when they heard this. They stared at the little one non-stop. Such geniuses like them were destined to go to that terrifying battlefield and would face it sooner or later.
"Cough..." Zi Shan Shou, the uncle of the Zi Shan侯, coughed. He was of a high seniority and had great power. But at this time, he had a kind and friendly expression and asked: "Child, what's the name of this village?"
"Stone Village." The little one responded crisply.
"Can you let us go in to rest for a while and have a drink of water?" Zi Shan Shou asked kindly.
At this time, Jiao Peng was held back by the middle-aged man from Luofu Great Marsh and was not allowed to be impulsive. Other powerful people from various clans also came forward, wanting to explore this strange village clearly.
"So cute." The two little girls like fairies had already stood with the little one and liked him very much, pinching his little face.
"Little sisters, what are you doing?" Little Shi Hao dodged.
"Can you take us into the village to have a look?" The two little girls asked.
"What happened to the little one?" Adults from the village appeared and walked towards the forest.
In the end, powerful people from major forces such as the Zi Shan Clan and Luofu Great Marsh entered Stone Village and looked around. They paid special attention to the old willow tree.
However, the charred willow wood didn't have a single ripple. Even if someone secretly sent a message, it didn't respond.
Entering the village, these powerful people were puzzled. The stone houses and the bluestone streets seemed very ordinary. There was nothing unusual. It was not much different from ordinary remote villages.
"Eh, these several tripods are very ancient. They have probably gone through a long time and have a very long history." Zi Shan Shou came from the marquis territory. As the uncle of a generation of marquis, he was naturally knowledgeable and experienced.
The several tripods in the village were full of ancient charm. Engraved with birds, beasts, fish, insects, etc., they were simple and natural, attracting a lot of attention.
"These tripods seem extraordinary. What do you usually use them for?" The middle-aged man Jiao Cang from Luofu Great Marsh asked.
"Oh, these are used for practicing strength." Er Meng responded. While speaking, he grabbed a one-thousand-catty copper tripod and lifted it above his head.
Everyone's hearts jumped. A child of eight or nine years old easily lifted a one-thousand-catty copper tripod. Although it was nothing in a large tribe, it was remarkable in a small mountain village.
Moreover, it seemed that this group of children was not simple.
This group of powerful people suspected again. Could this really be a hidden family? It was very mysterious!
Er Meng was originally almost able to lift the one-thousand-catty copper tripod. After the bath with the true blood of the Golden Lion, his strength had increased by a large margin. Doing this again was naturally much easier.
But these powerful people didn't know. They thought every child was like this. You should know that in their clans, geniuses were few. Not everyone was like Jiao Peng and Zi Shan Kun.
Most children were far inferior to Er Meng. At the age of eight or nine, with such great strength, it was quite outstanding.
"Uncle, is that flying flood dragon kept for eating or for extracting true blood?" Er Meng asked foolishly.
"You stupid child, what do you know? Don't talk nonsense!" Er Meng's father slapped him on the head and said: "Such a fierce flood dragon is not common. It must have just been tamed. It will be taken back and raised. It will give birth to one litter after another of small flood dragons. This way, keeping it for eating or extracting true blood is a long-term plan."
The people of Luofu Great Marsh were depressed. Originally, seeing this粗犷大汉 scolding the child, they thought he could say something reasonable. But the result was such a rough statement. Were the people in this village all abnormal?
This was not a tree pig or a mud ox. It was not food but a truly super powerful fierce beast. It was extremely terrifying. Who would be willing to waste it?
Everyone's eyes were blazing. They stared at Er Meng's father, wanting to take a closer look. But they didn't find the power of the runes. Was he hiding his clumsiness and concealing his aura?
"The fierce aura of these several tripods is very strong. They must have just been stained with the blood of an ancient remnant species not long ago?!"
Lei Yun Kun, the fourth son of Marquis Lei, was a young man in his twenties. He was tall and vigorous, with black lightning flashing in his eyes. He walked forward and stood in front of several medicinal tripods, showing a surprised expression.
A group of people followed and closed their eyes to sense carefully. Then they all opened their eyes in shock. It was definitely a terrifying beast king that had bled to death. It actually died here!
"Did you refine an ancient remnant species?" The child Jiao Peng, who was just defeated and very angry in his heart, couldn't help but speak at this time.
"Were you shocked?" The snotty-nosed child was younger and was dissatisfied with Jiao Peng. Hearing this, he acted childish and said like this.
"What fierce beast?" The genius Zi Shan Kun spoke and showed a strange expression.
"A Golden Lion. Super powerful." The snotty-nosed child said smoothly.
"You stupid child!" His father scolded lightly. But it was too late. It had already been said.
The snotty-nosed child then remembered the instructions of the clansmen. The matter of the ancient remnant species should not be spoken freely. Otherwise, there might be great trouble. At that moment, he was a little stunned and whispered: "I forgot. The village chief said to be low-key."
However, when heard by a group of powerful people, this statement had profound implications. This was definitely a terrifying hidden family. They were low-key and didn't want to show off.
Otherwise, who would eat a Golden Lion for nothing? This kind of creature, with even a slightly purer blood, would be extremely fierce. Not to mention the ancient remnant species. It would put a lot of pressure on a large tribe and make them very cautious.
"Are you sure you ate a Golden Lion?" Jiao Peng opened his eyes wide and asked. For a moment, he lost his arrogance and showed the astonished and curious nature that a child should have.
You should know that Luofu Great Marsh usually wouldn't dare to rashly move a powerful remnant species like the Golden Lion. Although he had bathed in similar blood, it didn't mean he could often eat this kind of meat.
Because in the large tribes, the more precious the ancient remnant species, the more carefully they would be processed. Every inch of flesh and even bones would be refined into medicine. There was no such thing as directly eating it in large mouthfuls like this.
A group of powerful people were completely speechless. How thick the background must be to dare to do this and directly eat the flesh of a precious Golden Lion?
At this moment, although a group of powerful people came from large tribes and had extensive knowledge and experience, they were suspicious everywhere when looking at everything. They had already believed in their hearts that this was a terrifying hidden family and was very difficult to provoke!
"Where is your village chief? The old man wants to pay a visit." Zi Shan Shou wore a feather coat and a golden crown. Wisps of purple gas surrounded his body. He had a very powerful momentum but had been restraining it and didn't dare to be too casual here.
"The village chief is in seclusion and won't come out in a short time." Er Meng told the truth.
"Stupid child, you talk too much!" His father extended his huge hand and slapped him again.
Er Meng was very aggrieved. Wasn't this the truth? There was no instruction not to say it. After the village chief drank the precious blood of the Golden Lion, he felt that the hidden illness in his body had eased. Therefore, he devoted himself to cultivation.
Zi Shan Shou, Jiao Cang and others looked at each other and had an understanding expression. They felt that this must be a remarkable village chief. The stronger the strength, the longer the seclusion time.
Finally, a group of people looked at the old willow tree again. The village was so mysterious. This willow tree was rooted here and must also be very extraordinary, right?
"Is this a spirit of worship? How do you call it?" Lei Yun Kun asked carefully.
"Oh, just call it the spirit of worship or the God Willow." Pi Hou responded. The words of children were the most true and were naturally easier to believe.
"What, God Willow?!" A group of powerful people almost jumped up. Even Zi Shan Shou, the powerful uncle of the marquis with great power and influence, was startled and staggered.
The mysterious village, the terrifying title of the spirit of worship... This made a group of people confused.