826: C826 The iron is king

C826 The iron is king

In the The Great Wastelands, cultivation bone text were the mainstream. As for the rules … Not yet born.

This was an era where laws had yet to be established and everything was waiting for the right moment.

From the start of the Ancient God Era, bone text had gradually disappeared. When they arrived in the world of the Nine Star Holy Region, they had long since not known what bone text were.

"How can I train bone text?"

Qin Feng looked at chief with fiery eyes.

"Hehe, not everyone can cultivate bone text. This will require a test to see if you have the talent to be a bone text."

chief laughed.

It had been a long time since he had answered such a basic question.

"Can you help me test it?"

Qin Feng asked.

"This is very simple. Our tribe has a 'osteopath'. Let him inspect your Innate Ability."

chief waved his hand, and an old man with a long face slowly walked out from the crowd.

Every tribe had at least one "osteopath" to test the talent of the bone text.

If a certain teenager had the qualifications to train in the bone text, the tribe would put in a lot of effort to cultivate this teenager, and even send him to the "Palace of Bone Literature" to train.

The few tribe warriors that fought with Qin Feng were all returned from Palace of Bone Literature.

"Child, relax your entire body. Let me feel your Innate Ability."

The old man said slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Thank you."

Qin Feng cupped his hands.

After that, his body relaxed as the osteopath approached and touched Qin Feng's skull first.

When training bone text s, the skull was first.

bone text carved in different parts, and the divine power they obtained was also different.

The skull was ranked first, followed by the chest and abdomen, and finally the four limbs.

"Mm …" "No way."

osteopath shook his head and moved his hands away from Qin Feng's head.

Then, he began to feel Qin Feng's chest and back, and similarly let out a long sigh.

"That's impossible, right? This little brother has the iron in his hands, and has astonishing divine power, so he doesn't have the talent of a bone text? "

Many people were shocked.

In everyone's opinion, with Qin Feng's strength, the bone text's talent should be very superior.

He never thought that the skull and chest cavity would not be afraid of the conditions to cultivate bone text.

"Let me take a look at your limbs. If it still doesn't work, then you are destined to not be able to cultivate bone text."

osteopath said in a deep voice.

Qin Feng was a little depressed. It was with great difficulty that he reached the age of the Great Desolation. If he could not cultivate and come into contact with the mysterious bone text, it would be a great regret in his life.

"Huh?"

osteopath pinched Qin Feng's left forearm, his expression suddenly changed greatly.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Feng became nervous.

"That's impossible? This arm of yours is different from the other osseous body s. To think that you actually possess such a strong bone text Inherent Skill, it is truly unheard-of. "

osteopath's face was filled with shock as he stared at Qin Feng's left arm and repeatedly sized it up.

"Left forearm, isn't that a Inherited Bone?"

Qin Feng's mind moved.

Could it be that this piece of Inherited Bone came from the era of the Great Desolation?

Otherwise, how could he have the [bone text] Inherent Skill, and why would the osteopath be so shocked?

"Little brother, do you really not remember your identity?"

osteopath looked at Qin Feng cautiously.

He was probably suspecting that Qin Feng was the son of the chief from a large clan, if not he would not have such a strong [bone text] Inherent Skill.

"I really don't remember."

Qin Feng laughed awkwardly.

"Alright, I'll tell you the truth. If you want to cultivate bone text, it won't be very difficult. However, once you step through the door, the upper limit will be immeasurable."

The osteopath spoke bluntly.

That single, unfathomable sentence caused quite a few of the warriors to be extremely shocked.

They had advanced in the Palace of Bone Literature before, and it was unknown just how many monstrous figures they had met, but even they had not received such an exaggerated evaluation from the osteopath.

Could it be that this man who lost his memories was even more terrifying than those evildoers in the Palace of Bone Literature?

"Little brother, you really haven't trained in bone text?"

A tribesman asked curiously.

"I can't remember …"

Qin Feng laughed.

"If you don't mind, could you take off your jacket and let us have a look?"

The tribal warrior said.

"Fine."

Qin Feng did not reject, and immediately took off his clothes, revealing his robust body.1

His body was very clean and there were no signs of any bone text on him.

"That's weird, with such amazing talent, I've never cultivated a bone text before."

Everyone was shocked.

"Can you guys teach me some cultivation methods of bone text?"

Qin Feng looked at everyone with sincerity.

"This …"

The tribe warriors were in a difficult position, and they all looked at chief.

bone text s were extremely secretive, and could not be easily spread out. Without the chief's consent, they did not dare to make the decision on their own.

"Little brother, the bone text s of every tribe are the core items. They cannot be spread outside. I am truly sorry."

chief revealed a wry smile, and rejected Qin Feng directly.

"I won't take your bone text for nothing, I will also give you some things."

As he said that, Qin Feng waved his sleeve, and over a hundred Flying Sword flew out and hovered in front of everyone's eyes.

These Flying Sword were all made from fine iron and had different materials, but their forging skills were all outstanding. In this era, they were considered priceless.

"These are all iron?"

"Oh my god …" Are my eyes playing tricks on me? So many iron, it's too scary … "

Seeing these Flying Sword, the entire tribe was shaken.

Even the elderly, women and children who were hiding in the houses all rushed out like madmen. Their eyes shone as they stared at the Flying Sword s.

"Who the hell are you? Even those large tribes would not be able to produce that many iron. "

chief scratched his head as if he had seen a ghost.

He knew the value of these iron better than anyone else. Whoever possessed a iron, would become the ruler of this era.

One had to know that if a bone text was carved on a iron, it would immediately become a huge killing machine.

None of the Flying Sword s like Qin Feng had any bone text branding, it was equivalent to a primitive iron, and was the best material to sacrifice and refine.

If the tribe had iron s, they could quickly join the camp of a large tribe.

Therefore, when Qin Feng wanted to give these iron to chief, his bottom line immediately crumbled and he was completely unable to hold back.

"It's hard for us to reject these iron. However, if you want to cultivate these bone text, you must join our tribe. This is the principle of every tribe."

chief had already given up. As long as Qin Feng was willing to join their tribe, he wouldn't mind passing on the bone text to him.

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