"Boss, are you here for the challenge of becoming a god?"

Scanning the scene in front of her, Xiaoyou said nervously.

In Xiaoyou's understanding, every time he ascends to the gods to challenge his practice, it means that the boss is going to be injured again.

There were many times when he was seriously injured and almost died.

"Don't worry, I'm here to meet an old friend."

After hearing these words, Xiaoyou subconsciously covered her face with an expression of undisguised disgust, obviously thinking of Wei Wei.

"It's not that one, it's another old friend."

With that said, Feng Qi walked towards the auxiliary road.

Xiaoyou saw this and immediately followed.

Walking on the auxiliary road, Feng Qi looked at the urban buildings of the Mist Clan.

He had heard old fans talk about many of these buildings, and he probably knew the functions of these buildings.

For example, not far away is a black trapezoidal building that looks like a cage and covers an area of ​​​​large areas.

Bloody mist emitted from the top of this building, like a steamer, dissipating high temperatures, and the air near the building became distorted.

The name of the building is "The Flesh Prison", which is where the Mist Tribe raises blood food.

The blood food trapped inside is divided into several quality echelons, and the higher quality blood food will be placed on the higher floors.

While expanding their wars, the Mist Tribe will leave behind some hostile domain creatures whose flesh and blood quality has passed the standard, and raise them as food for later use when needed.

But there are not many such buildings in the Mist Tribe.

An old fan once said that the Mist tribe originally adopted the method of enslaving smaller tribes to raise blood food in captivity.

The domain creatures that can enter the flesh and blood prison and are specially cared for and raised in captivity are generally ethnic groups with higher quality flesh and blood.

As for why these high-quality blood foods do not choose to be raised in a enslaved manner like the Psychic Tribe, the Mist Tribe is also afraid that freeing them will cause disaster.

This type of race generally has higher growth potential.

The process of stocking can easily become a climate, and when the time comes, you may resist the rule of the Mist Tribe.

Only a force like the Psionic Tribe, which does not pose much of a threat in the eyes of the Mist Tribe, would choose to let it develop in a free-range way.

Even so, for the sake of safety, the Mist Tribe will still brainwash the free-range enslaved race.

For example, the "spiritual warfare" of the psionic tribe.

This ancestor, who led the rise of the Psychic Tribe and was known as the pioneer warrior of the Psychic Tribe, was extremely loyal to the Mist Tribe.

Ling Zhan’s dream since childhood was to become an outside warrior of the Mist Tribe, fighting for the expansion of the Mist Tribe’s territory and dedicating his life.

It can be seen that the brainwashing of the Mist tribe is very terrifying.

If Ling Zhan hadn't gained a lot of knowledge with Mo's help and realized that race was his root, the Psy Clan would always have been a enslaving force and would never have been able to escape the trap created by the Mist Clan.

After walking for a while, Feng Qi saw a strange-looking building at the end of his sight.

This building looks like a power station in a human city. It looks like a huge chimney with black smoke billowing from the top.

This building is called the "Weapon Casting Hall", and it is a special building for the Mist tribe to cast weapons.

The Mist tribe melts and refines the ores through special formations in the building to obtain rare metals, which are then forged by specialized blacksmiths into weapons used by the Mist tribe warriors.

This type of weapon is different from the cold weapons suitable for humans, and is more of a spiritual weapon.

For example, a crown in the form of pure energy can be suspended above the head to enhance mental strength.

Or you can follow the mist energy chain, etc.

Over the course of several timelines, Feng Qi discovered one thing. Racial forces that use cold weapons in human cognition are rare, and the shapes of most cold weapons look very weird from a human perspective.

This is related to differences in racial history, culture, and physical structure.

The only exception is the Shadow City Lord.

The shadow city master's Taoist formation contains almost all types of cold weapons.

Feng Qi clearly remembered the spectacular scene where the Lord of Shadow City opened the arsenal in order to defeat Xiao Hei, and then countless weapons condensed into an array, which shocked the weak heart of him at the time.

The myriad emotions in my heart at that time were summed up in one sentence:

Damn, this bitch is really rich!

It's a pity that no matter how hard the Lord of Shadow City tried, he still wasn't good enough in front of the invincible Xiao Hei.

Finally, under Xiao Hei's immortal body, he died with despair.

"Boss, there seems to be a black fog watching us."

At this moment, Xiaoyou's call interrupted Feng Qi's thoughts. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Xiaoyou's finger. He saw two scarlet eyes in a gray mist in the sky not far away.

Blinking, watching them from a distance.

As if realizing that they had been discovered, the gray mist suddenly came quickly, hovered not far in front of them and began to shrink, turning into the appearance of a ten-year-old boy in the blink of an eye.

"Human race?"

"Yes, I am a human." Xiaoyou jumped out first and admitted.

"No, you are not a human being. The elders have taught us how to identify humans. The arrangement of human flesh and blood particles is completely different from yours. You are not a human being."

After hearing these words, Xiaoyou raised his head and continued:

"I am a wild human being, different from ordinary people."

"Are there any wild humans?" The little boy seemed to have suffered a cognitive shock and asked in shock.

"That's right."

Pulling Xiaoyou, who was arguing with his head high, to his side, Feng Qi looked at the little boy with a smile and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

Facing the inquiry, the little boy's expression suddenly became excited:

"Exchange?"

"What to change?"

"I have seafood, which is very fresh. I caught it not long ago. Eating it can improve the physical quality of you humans. I only need three bottles of healing potion."

As he spoke, a mist appeared in front of the little boy. He reached out and grabbed a lively toothed fish that was larger than his body.

Feng Qi:......

He did know the origin of the healing potion that the little boy said.

The raw materials of the healing potion come from the "forest field" that is kept in captivity by humans.

The blood of the green-skinned organisms there contains a healing factor, which can be extracted through a complex process to make healing potions. After drinking, it can quickly repair injuries.

The technology for making healing potions comes from the previous timeline.

At that time, the captive forest field did not dislodge it, which was the advice given by old fans.

Old fans think that with the existence of this field, humans can continuously obtain healing factors from sources, which is equivalent to having endless leeks.

Subsequently, Star City relied on the raw materials provided by the forest field and opened several processing plants for healing potions.

The concentrated healing potion is not used for treatment of the Mists.

In terms of healing, members of the Mist Tribe have medicines and practices that are more suitable for them.

What the Mists are interested in is the healing factor.

In the eyes of old fans, this magical healing factor is a catalyst for the growth of flesh and blood and is applicable to many aspects.

For example, the repair of flesh and blood buildings, or the maintenance of healing blood pools, etc.

It can be seen from the little boy's behavior that Star City and the Mist Tribe often trade resources, exchanging spiritual seafood for healing potions, which is obviously one of the trade methods between the Human Race and the Mist Tribe.

Facing the little boy's desire, Feng Qi could only shake his head and refuse:

"I'm sorry, I'm not here to make a deal with your clan leader."

Hearing these words, the little boy stuffed the flapping sharp-toothed fish into the mist and asked curiously:

"Do you have anything to do with our clan leader?"

"Reminiscing about old times."

The little boy thought for a few seconds, seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said curiously:

"Are you Feng Qi?"

"Where did you draw that conclusion?"

"As far as I know, the alliance between our Mist tribe and the human race originated from the acquaintance of the patriarch and the great human race Feng Qi. There is only one old friend in the eyes of the tribe leader, and that is Feng Qi. You said that you came here to reminisce about the past. I can't think of anyone other than Feng Qi.

Who else can play chess?"

"I am Feng Qi, and I'm looking for your clan leader."
To be continued...