Chapter 799: Public identity

Eh eh eh... Don't dig, you can't dig! "
Suddenly a familiar voice came from his ears. Yang Feng stood tall, already knowing who this person was, and wondering: Didn’t you say that the host will drop the earth-level origin after death? This is how my gold origin came from, but why can't I find it now? "
You all said it was a gold type, but it was a wood type. "
Is there any difference? "
Yang Feng was puzzled, the saint ancestor smiled loudly and explained: The origins of the five elements are all different. Gold is hidden between mountains and rocks and is not compatible with the human body. Even if its form changes, it will not be completely absorbed by the human body. But this wood element is different. It is a carbon-based combination with the human body. It is a close relative. Once eaten into the body, it will fuse together. Now that people die, the earth-level wood source will naturally dissipate, which is not the same as the gold element. "
what? Not the same thing? That is to say, I have only obtained a wood-type earth-level magic weapon, and there is no wood-type origin? "
Yang Feng looked at the ebony knife in his hand and couldn't help shouting unwillingly, always feeling that something was missing.
Obviously his pair of wings is a magic weapon and a source of origin. Why is this wood system different?
With a chuckle, the saint ancestor looked at him in such a lonely look, and then explained: metal is unchanged, you burn it into water, burn it into gas, and solidify or gold. Can wood be the same? Wood will transform. If you eat a radish, it will be when you pull it out, and it will be ashes when you burn it. Can you turn it back into a radish? "
That is to say, the earth-level origin of this ebony knife can no longer be obtained? "
That's not true, wood has a characteristic that gold does not have, that is, it reproduces and grows indefinitely. This ebony knife belongs to the overcast wood. It is a breathtaking and murderous weapon. You can bury it in the overcast soil, pour some water, and wait for it to blossom and bear fruit, and its fruit is the origin of the land. If you eat it, you can refine the earth-level wood energy, including the green jade rod, but it's Yangmu! "
Oh, it turns out that wood magic weapons are like sweet potatoes. They can grow again and grow new fruits when buried in the ground! "
Nodding clearly, Yang Feng understood, and he stopped destroying the corpse of Lei Zhan.
But what the is that dark soil? "
The yin soil is the land with yin air, and some do not see the sun all the year round, or it is a cemetery, mass graves, etc. The more yin the better. You plant it down, and after a thousand or eight hundred years, it should be able to blossom and bear fruit. "
I go, have to wait thousands of eight hundred years? I might as well look for it again! "The eyelids trembled suddenly, and Yang Feng couldn't help but startled.
Saint Ancestor chuckled and joked: nonsense, where is the origin of the prefecture level so easy to grow? I’ve been talking about it for thousands of eight hundred years. Unless you use the natural treasures to fertilize it and give it enough nutrition, it can bloom immediately, otherwise you will be an old farmer in the second half of your life and wait for it to harvest. Right. "
Old farmer? "
His brows wrinkled deeply, Yang Feng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: Then I'll forget it, I don't believe it. With this time, I searched for thousands of thousands of mountains and rivers, I still can't find other wood elements? cut! "
master! "
At this time, Yang Yuchan saw that Yang Feng was no longer destroying the corpse, but was muttering there alone, not knowing what he was talking about, and he felt strange: What are you muttering there? "
Oh no, I mean the moonlight is pretty good today. "
Come on, bluff me again! "
Rolling his eyes, Yang Yuchan didn't believe what he was muttering just now was the nonsense, and then slowly became solemn, and then asked: Master, don't you have anything to say to me now? "
words? What to say to you?
Yang Feng froze for a moment, and thought about it after touching his chin.
I got married today. Although Yu Chan is generous, she must be awkward in her heart. She meant to let me speak sweet words to coax her?
Well, it should be.
Yang Feng must have raised his head suddenly, staring at Yang Yuchan's big watery eyes, and solemnly said: Yu Chan, in fact, there is a word that I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I haven't found a chance. Today... Mingyue testifies, the sky is a lesson, I want to say..."
Gurgle!
Swallowing hard, Yang Yuchan looked at him deeply, very seriously, ready to accept him to confess his true identity to himself, but only heard Yang Feng groan softly, he actually sang directly.
You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you..."
I'm not listening to this, hate it! "
Slightly startled, then Yang Yuchan yelled and interrupted his singing. The whole face was flushed, ashamed and angry, but his heart was as sweet as honey.
Yang Feng was in a daze, inexplicably: You don't want to hear me say this, what is that? Oh, your requirements are too high now, and it's getting worse and worse. Wait, I'll give you another nasty song..."
Oops, sir, the concubine is not meant to listen to you singing love songs. "
Anxiously stomping, Yang Yuchan was so angry with Yang Feng's innocent expression that he couldn't laugh or cry. Finally, he smiled suddenly and said coldly: This is the end of the matter, should you confess your true identity to your concubine? Master Yang of the Holy Fire? "
Uh!
Unconsciously, Yang Feng turned his head and looked at Ren Xiaoyao not far away.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes twitched, and she waved her hands quickly: Don't get me wrong, the old man didn't say anything, she guessed it herself. "
I know that if she doesn't understand this situation now, she is a fool. "
After a long sigh, Yang Feng couldn't help but sighed, then looked at Yang Yuchan's cold face, and muttered: Actually...I didn't deliberately hide it from you, but I was afraid of scaring you and couldn't accept it for a while. Especially when you come back and say, you have worshipped the little Baihe as your teacher, and you will challenge me in the future, so I can't explain it clearly, tusk! "
Little bastard?
Raising his brows, Yang Yuchan couldn't help but smiled: You said my master is a little bunny? Do you know how old he is? "
Yes, Master Yang, this is what you are not. Although you are strong, Senior Martial Arts should respect it. I remember that the white crane is one hundred and sixty-seven, you said he is a little bastard, isn't it a bit too much? Ha ha ha..."
Ren Xiaoyao also smiled faintly, and slightly corrected Yang Feng's remarks.
Yang Feng grinned and said noncommittal: He had a bet with me, and he lost and worshiped me as his eldest brother. I call my little brother a little bunny. Is there anything inappropriate? "
Uh...this..."
With a slight twitch of his face, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly smiled and shook his head: No, you are a big senior, so it doesn't matter what you call him. If the old man is not very familiar with him, there is no need to discuss it in your generation. "
No matter what, Ren Xiaoyao was also the dean of Tianfeng Academy. He was also afraid of being called by Yang Feng so small or small. He was confident and immediately drew a line with the Baihe brother.
Yang Yuchan waved his hand impatiently, then looked at Yang Feng and asked: Okay, don't talk about these unimportant things anymore, I will ask you, how did you become the leader of this flame? Answer honestly, don't hide, hum. "