The age of the patriarch of the Kazakhstan is not large, although it is larger than the summer, but on the Tianling continent, his age is relatively small. Compared with those who usually contact in the summer, he is like a child.
However, from what he heard, there was a sudden feeling in the summer.
serene!
Although the time of living in summer is not long enough, his life is completely in the midst of a great war.
It's hard to get a quiet day.
He didn't dare to stop because he was afraid that he would be farther away from his family after he stopped.
Moreover, in the summer, people who are stronger than themselves are still working hard, and there is still a reason for not working hard.
"Although I am not very big, I can see that you must have been a very great person before." The patriarch of the Kazakh faintly said.
"Oh?" In the summer, I looked at the patriarch of the Kazakh: "How come?"
"Your momentum and your attitude, although these things can also be loaded out, but yours is obviously not pretending." The patriarch of the Kazak still has some skills to see people, and his observation is also very powerful.
In the summer, he fell on his body, and then he broke a dish with a dagger.
The patriarch of the Kazak just did this.
Then the dish that was cut off will grow little by little.
"Well?" I waited for a while in the summer and didn't grow out.
"There is no life in your heart, so the plants will not grow, and the **** smell on the dagger in your hand will make the plants stop growing, and the **** of the jungle will not be greedy, so if When I eat a dish once, it will grow again, but if I keep licking it, it will not grow back." The Kazakh belief is very big.
In the eyes of the Kazakhs, the **** of the jungle gave them everything.
They must cherish these things, otherwise the **** of the jungle will not love them any more.
The frown of summer was wrinkled, and he replaced the knife in the hands of the old man and cut a new one again.
Still did not grow out.
"There is no life in your heart." The patriarch of the Kazakhs pointed to a group of women who were working in front of them: "You have injuries on your body. From tomorrow, you will work with them. What they do every day is to cultivate here." Plants, where you will sense what is called real vitality and sentiment."
I nodded in the summer.
The Kazakhs are not inhospitable, but the rules here are not to do one day, not to eat one day.
So summer also needs work.
And in the summer, it was discovered that the Kazakhs really seem to be people who are loved by the gods of the jungle. The vitality of these people is very strong.
The injured person I saw before in the summer is now fully recovered. When I saw him in the summer, although I knew that his injury was not serious, it would take a month or so to recover. But in summer, I saw it. He recovered completely in just one day.
magical!
This kind of skill is very magical.
This is not something that can be cultivated after the day.
In the summer, I asked the patriarch of the Kazakh family. After the Kazakh inquiries, the answer of the Kazu patriarch was: part of relying on nature, and part of relying on feelings and vitality.
"If I can really feel the vitality, then my injury may have a chance to recover." In the summer, he was hurt by the dragon, it is a real dragon, this kind of injury can not be solved by anyone. Even the current skills of the summer are completely unable to control the deterioration of the wound.
If you want to beat a master like Longyan, you will not only have to improve your strength again in the summer, but also try to restrain the damage of the longan.
Otherwise, if the fight is injured, it will almost lose.
The combat power of the summer is not limited to 1.45 million. He has experienced a lot of wars. Normally, how to grow a bit, but the recent combat power has not improved at all.
Feeling!
He knows that the stumbling block that cannot be promoted in his realm is sentiment.
I am practicing too fast.
Others have used tens of thousands of years to cultivate this combat power, and they only need decades.
This is completely different.
The gap between them is unthinkable.
The quick price is that the demons will appear and the sentiment will be lacking.
The devil's summer can be neglected, because the sea of knowledge can swallow the demons, as long as the demon appears, it becomes the nourishment of the sea.
But the sentiment is different.
Some of them felt when they were practicing in the summer.
But a quiet life, but never in the summer.
"It seems that I can't leave here during this time, so let me know." Although the summer is in a hurry, but he is now in the jungle, it is no different from sending death. He is here to try to understand the realm. Feeling the vitality, if you have the chance to meet the masters of the sea, go in with the masters of the sea.
In the next few days, the summer began to grow vegetables with the women here.
The people here are very easygoing, they are also teaching summer vegetables.
Life is very comfortable.
At the same time, summer also feels the greatness of life.
In the past, he would never be ruthless. He was very destructive and ruined those lives. He never felt that life was treasured, but now he suddenly began to cherish life.
Of course, if he encounters a friend who wants to hurt his relatives and friends in the summer, he will never be soft-hearted.
One month!
This summer, the wounds in the summer have deteriorated again.
"Summer, come over." The patriarch of the Kazakhs called out, now it is dark, and the patriarchs of the Kazakh usually rarely come to the summer in the dark.
Get up in summer: "What's wrong? The patriarch."
"Go, take you to see the mountains." The patriarch of the Kazakh walked back to the summer with the summer.
"Back mountain." Summer remembers, there is the place where I planted it for the first time.
quickly.
The two went to the position of the back mountain, and when they both went to the back of the mountain, the summer was there.
Color light!
The light of the mountains and plains.
It looks very beautiful.
"Beautiful?" asked the patriarch of the Kazakh.
"Beauty." Walked forward in the summer.
“Remember what you planted?” asked the patriarch of the Kazakh.
"Remember." Nodded in the summer, his memory was very good.
"This is the life you created. You gave them life. Here, you are the **** who created life, just like the **** of the jungle we believe in." The patriarch of the Kazak smiled.
this moment!
I closed my eyes in the summer.
He seems to be caught in a sentiment.
A sentiment of life.
at the same time.
In his heart, a drop of tear-like things became crystal clear.
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