Han Yixuan said weakly, "I mean shooting the sun... What's the matter with the demon..." This fellow still thinks that ten suns are really ten suns, and he didn't think about it in the direction of fantasy.
The old patriarch looked at Han Yixuan with a puzzled look, "My Goddess, this disaster originally originated from ten fire crows! Isn't the fire crow a monster?"
Han Yixuan's mouth opened wide, isn't it? Fire Crow? Well, I feel like I have seen this story in mythology. She should have known that this is not a normal world!
"Call me Yixuan!" First suppressing the question, Han Yixuan said a little stubbornly, "You get up first."
The old patriarch replied respectfully, "Yes!" tremblingly led the tribe to stand.
This time I dare not call Han Yixuan's name again. The old patriarch felt that although Han Yixuan was kind, he must not be excessive!
The previous Han Yixuan was wise and benevolent. People from poor tribes were grateful to her, but they were not afraid. Only this time, after seeing the power of divine bows and arrows, people from poor tribes instantly gained a lot of awe, and there was a hint of concealment on their faces. Terrible fear.
Faced with mysterious powers, people are always scared by nature.
Han Yixuan undoubtedly discovered this too. She sighed and placed the bow and arrow directly in front of her, "People with poor tribes are best at archery. I want to give this bow to a tribe warrior."
"My Goddess, you are talking about giving...?" the old patriarch asked cautiously.
Han Yixuan nodded, "I don't know how to shoot arrows. It would be a waste to put this bow and arrow in my hand."
"This is absolutely impossible, I have a poor tribe, how can I..." The old patriarch looked flattered.
Unable to adapt to such an old patriarch, Han Yixuan's heart was a little lonely, she waved her hand directly, "Don’t say the patriarch. There are people of poor tribes, regardless of men and women, young and old, step forward and touch this bow, this bow. I will give it to whomever I have fate."
Although it is almost certain that Maodan is Houyi, it is necessary to go through the scene. So the people of the poor tribe, starting from the old patriarch, touched the divine bow one by one.
The flaming bow lay there quietly, silently waiting for its destined master.
When Hou Yi stepped forward, Han Yixuan raised his eyes and looked at him expectantly. Hou Yi gently placed his hand on the divine bow, and there was no response for one or two seconds. Just as Maodan was about to let go of the divine bow, suddenly, a gorgeous flame burned on the fiery red bow. The temperature of the flame was astonishing. But Hou Yi, who was holding the bow, was not affected at all.
The flames surrounded Hou Yi, making him feel like a devil.
"Shen Gong has chosen the master." Although he had already guessed it, Han Yixuan still looked at the scene with some excitement, "Hou Yi, give it a name."
"This bow was born for shooting the sun. It should be a bow for shooting the sun." Houyi at this moment is very different from usual. He seems to be infected by the sharpness of this bow, and the whole person becomes decisive and sharp!
In the crowd, Xiao'e looked at Mao Dan'er with vigor, and she felt that at this moment, she finally met the hero in her heart!
The sun-shooting bow has already selected a master, and at the request of Han Yixuan, the clansmen have dispersed. Only Han Yixuan, Hou Yi and the old patriarch were left in the huge temple.
"Old patriarch, since the ten fire crows are monsters, they should have a place to stay. I don't know where to find them?"
Um, isn’t everyone knowing the whereabouts of the fire crow? Faced with Han Yixuan’s question, the old patriarch still didn’t dare to neglect, "Ten fire crows usually play in the East China Sea. Poor tribes are already located to the east of the prehistoric continent. , We still have to go east for more than a month before we can come to the shore of the East China Sea."
"Is it still a month away?" Han Yixuan pondered for a while, and said firmly. "Patriarch, then I'm afraid Houyi and I will leave the poor tribe soon."
"Ah? Goddess, you are leaving the poor tribe?" The old patriarch suddenly looked excited.
Han Yixuan nodded. "The shooting and killing of ten fire crows cannot be delayed." Han Yixuan looked at Hou Yi. "Are you willing to fight this time for the sake of the world?"
Hou Yi scratched his head somewhat honestly. "Of course! This damn firewood killed a tribe like us, I will definitely shoot them personally!"
Sure enough, he was a legendary hero, and Han Yixuan almost showed his starry eyes.
Hearing this, the old patriarch no longer refuted, but said reluctantly. "After shooting Huowu, Lord Goddess and Cat... Hou Yi must come back as soon as possible!"
"Of course!" Hou Yi patted his chest. "I still want to marry Xiao'e."
Han Yixuan lowered his eyes, but responded softly.
"However, before leaving, Yixuan has something to ask the old patriarch." Han Yixuan said. "Old patriarch, can you tell me something about this continent!"
The first reaction of the old patriarch was that Han Yixuan came to test him again, and didn't dare to neglect at the moment, and spoke seriously. "My Goddess, our continent is called the Primordial Continent. There are countless famous mountains, rivers, and tribal countries in the continent. In the Primordial Continent, people with a population of more than one million can be called a country. There are countless countries on the continent, as many as thousands. .I have a poor tribe that belongs to a strong country: Xia Guo!
Emperor Yao, the king of the Xia Kingdom, was a rare Mingjun. Before this drought, the people of the Xia Kingdom lived and worked in peace and contentment, and they were the most prestigious nation. "The old patriarch is a little proud and authentic.
Han Yixuan listened silently, but many thoughts flashed in his heart, the Continent? Thousands of countries? Xia Guo? Emperor Yao? This is completely different from the history she knows.
"In addition to the human race, there are also monsters and protoss on the prehistoric continent." The old patriarch continued. "The monsters and the protoss are born with divine powers, which are many times stronger than humans. Most of the monsters are extremely cruel and take people for their pleasure. However, fortunately, there are protoss and kind-hearted protoss. The countless countries in this wild continent help everyone to prevent the invasion of the monster race and are the guardians of the wild continent. Like a goddess, isn't it a member of the great god race!"
The old patriarch was full of disgust when he talked about the monster clan, but he was full of respect when he talked about the god clan.
Han Yixuan listened to the description of the old patriarch, but a trace of doubt suddenly appeared in his heart. "Old patriarch, the fire crows in the sky are just ten monsters. Since the gods' mana is not inferior to the monsters, why don't the gods kill those ten fire crows directly?"
amount! Never thought about this problem, the old patriarch suddenly froze, for a long while, he said. "The great protoss may have more important things to do. Like the goddess, don't you come to help us have a poor tribe!"
"Anyway! The demons are bad guys, and the gods are good guys." The old patriarch made his final decision somewhat stubbornly.
Is it… ? Han Yixuan nodded inconspicuously, but still doubted the old patriarch's theory that "monsters are bad, and gods are good".
Through the words of the old patriarch, Han Yixuan had a basic understanding of this continent, and he would not be completely ignorant. Time was about to come, Han Yixuan and Hou Yi made an appointment to meet here tomorrow, and they disappeared directly in the temple.
"The Great Continent? The Monster Race? The Protoss?" Taking advantage of the lunch break, Han Yixuan was flipping through a lot of books desperately.
When she picked up the book of Shan Hai Jing, her movements gradually slowed down, but her eyes became brighter and brighter. Countless strange hillsides and rivers, countless monsters of the kingdom, how similar are these to the prehistoric continent