Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3113
As the potency of the medicine dissipated, the old man's expression gradually became much better, and his breathing became more stable.

However, because he hadn't moved for too long, his limbs had seriously degenerated and shrunk.

This is not a problem for Mo Xian, he casually uses Yuanli to help him push the palace and activate the blood.

Following that, the old man's limbs recovered almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the eyeballs of the middle-aged man almost popped out.

For him, this may be the descending of the gods.

Soon, the old man stood up on his own, with tears running down his face. He hadn't moved for a long time, and it was difficult for him to even turn over.

It may be because he hasn't been active for a long time, he is a little too excited now, dancing like a child, the middle-aged man's jaw almost dropped from shock.

They tried all kinds of methods but failed to make the old man recover. They were ready to deal with the funeral, but they didn't expect to be solved by Mo Xian in a few minutes. It was really amazing.

After he calmed down, the old man excitedly held Mo Xian's hands. Now Mo Xian is his reborn parents.

The middle-aged man knelt down directly and kept kowtowing.

"Uh, it's just a matter of passing. Shouldn't it be time to talk about the real thing?" Mo Xian said helplessly, but what seemed simple to him was nothing short of a miracle to the aborigines here.

Although it was just a trivial matter, he actually had a slight sense of superiority in his heart. He is here, that is great power.

"Yes, it's important!" The old man nodded, and then said something to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded and left quickly.

"Engong, please follow me!" The old man nodded to Mo Xian, and then led the way ahead.

Not long after, Mo Xian was taken to another cave.

It is quite bright here, but the sunlight is also reflected through a few polished crystals.

On one side of the cave, there are more than a dozen steps leading to a platform above.

The old man took Mo Xian directly to the platform, because it was inconvenient to communicate and had to touch with fingers, so Mo Xian didn't ask any further questions for the time being.

Not long after, people came out of various passages one after another, including men, women and children, and there were quite a few people in this tribe.

Because he lived underground for a long time, his complexion looked a little pale.

Most people were very pleasantly surprised when they saw the chief standing up.

But they soon saw Mo Xian on the side, and the excitement on his face immediately turned into panic. They could see the difference between Mo Xian and themselves.

The old man didn't know what to say, and calmed everyone's emotions, and everyone became more stable, but the eyes that looked at Mo Xian from most people were still full of vigilance and hostility.

It was just that those children were not so afraid of Mo Xian, they just looked at him curiously.

Gradually, there were more and more people, and some of them were still holding simple tools, so they should have been pulled over temporarily.

Seeing that everyone was here, the old man pressed his hands down, and a long series of words followed.

After listening, those aborigines immediately knelt down and kowtowed continuously.

"Is it necessary to make it so grand!" Mo Xian looked helpless, because he couldn't speak the language, so he couldn't say anything.

"Brother, these people want to recognize you as the boss!" Huo Miao said excitedly, "According to the principle of first come, first served, then I will be their big brother from now on."

"How is it possible? These people must have very old concepts and are very loyal. How could it be possible to change leaders at random!" Mo Xian said.

At this moment, the old man raised his hands in prayer, and the others did the same, appearing very devout.

Afterwards, the old man bit his own finger and drew a bloodstain on Mo Xian's forehead, and everyone shouted afterward, as if it was some kind of ancient ritual.

Adhering to the principle of doing as the Romans do, Mo Xian could only obediently cooperate.

Immediately, the old man stretched out his hand, meaning to communicate with Mo Xian.

Mo Xian couldn't wait a long time ago, and immediately stretched out his fingers to touch the old man.

"Engong, now you are their chief, and their life and death will depend on you in the future!" the chief said.

"Ah?" Mo Xian was taken aback, why did he suddenly become a chief.

"That's right, the inheritance of the chieftain has been completed just now, and everyone recognizes you very much!" said the old man.

"Inheritance? But I didn't do anything?" Mo Xian was speechless.

"You were very cooperative during the ceremony just now!" said the old man.

"I cooperate?" Mo Xian was suddenly speechless, he didn't know if it was okay or not.

"Uh, benefactor, the ceremony has been completed. In fact, these people are very pious, and you don't need to do anything on weekdays. You see, I have been lying there for three years, and they are still not well." The old man said, he became After so many years, the chief has actually long since gotten tired of it.

And Mo Xian is so powerful, he will definitely be able to lead their tribe to live a better life.

"Why do I think you're throwing the blame away!" Mo Xian was a little speechless, maybe the old man didn't want to do it himself, so he just passed it on to him.

But these people are not strong enough, he doesn't know how to deal with them at all, if they are brought back, they will be easily wiped out.

"Grandpa, I believe that you were sent by the gods to rescue us. As a chief and a prophet, I have predicted this day long ago." The old man said.

But Mo Xian didn't believe it at all. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, so he cheated him quietly.

"Grandfather, now you can greet your people!" said the old man.

"How to fight?" Mo Xian looked at those curious big eyes below, feeling powerless for a while.

It doesn't seem to make any difference whether he refuses or not now, and those people don't understand anyway.

"Just wave your hand, and then I can show you some secrets of the tribe!" said the old man.

"Secret?" Mo Xian couldn't even refuse now. Who would have thought that a member of a primitive tribe would be so old and cunning.

He thought that these aborigines had taken the bait before, but now it seemed that he had taken the bait himself.

In desperation, Mo Xian could only wave his hands lamely to the aborigines below.

"Wurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." The aborigines immediately became happy, cheering continuously, and some people slapped their chests with their hands, which looked quite weird.

"Chief, I will be your interpreter from now on. You can ask me any questions you have! By the way, my name is Zakun!" said the old man, seeming to be a little happy.

"Now you can take me to see the secrets here!" The corner of Mo Xian's mouth twitched, he somehow had his own subjects, but unfortunately he was not strong enough.

"Of course no problem!" Zakun waved his hand, and the people below retreated immediately.

After that, he led Mo Xian to walk deeper, and soon entered an upward passage, reaching the ground.

After passing through a dense forest, Mo Xian saw a very simple altar. There were still some ruined walls around the altar. It was obviously old and the workmanship was rough. It should have been made by these aborigines.

(End of this chapter)