It is located north of the Great Ginger King City.

Ginger, want to reach Yanlong as fast as possible.

Despite this, late at night, or to stay along the road town, after all, frequent travel, young if Xiaoyin will not be able to eat.

In addition to Jiang Yanxi, they are still the first time, to leave the Great Ginger King City for a long time, although the heart is reluctant, but the way forward, we must also go to the storm.

In the young man's heart, the future seems to be in trouble, but he has awakened like a dragon in the abyss.

Looking at the far north, Jiang thought of his own example when he was young, his example, the brother who would never disappoint.

“Brother, here I come.”

Perhaps, he did not know that he had become a totem warrior at the last moment.

Perhaps he is still thinking about his future.

He did not think that Jiang was going to Yanlong, and the biggest purpose was to save him.

This to Yanlong, the road is much farther than to the Black Soul, but after all, there are black horses, and take straight roads, and the black mountains in the mountains are rushing, not a concept.

The speed is at least ten times different.

But even so, from the Great Ginger King City to Yanlong, it still takes about ten days to arrive.

During the day, four people drove the black horse quickly forward.

Jiang was at ease without any time, and while on the road, he left Xiao Qiaoshan to his "acceleration character" classic, spread out on horseback, and read carefully.

After seeing the power of the sun, he wanted to go this way.

During the day, study the rules of those totem lines, the use of spiritual wood pens, and the various details of the totem kolve.

These are very complicated, fortunately, Jiang is in possession of the spiritual realm of the soul, many problems, he can quickly ponder clearly, when the real wisdom to the extreme.

On the first night, before they came out of the Great Ginger County, they were boarding in a city called the "Great Yuan City".

They also chose a quiet inn, so that Jiang was at ease and could concentrate on the research.

He also usually loves calligraphy and painting, and studies the hulls, in fact, he studies totems, and he has great interests in this area, cultivation, research totem lines, and even for cultivation itself.

In the inn, Jiang Yanxiu, they are all cultivating, cultivating, and Jiang is sitting at his desk, putting the pen and ink paper in the "novice package".

Xiao Hanshan is very good, the spirit wood pen and the totem god soldier level, is said to be built by the people who sacrificed the temple.

The pen, letter paper, letter ink and letter, word open, arranged.

During the day, he had already memorized the totem pattern of the "acceleration character" for a long time, and along the way, his hands were pinched his wooden pen, and in the air, he painted the totem pattern.

When painting, how to use the true air into it is also a science.

In addition to true anger, there is also a lot of vitality in the world, which requires the spiritual stone to provide, which is one of the sources of strength.

To be a totem master, you first have to spend money, just training, you need to consume a lot of spiritual stones.

Of course, once successful, the value is naturally doubled, and many chords are basically not available on the market.

This simplest acceleration character, the price of a piece, is similar to the eagle sword.

Ginger is at ease, holding a pen in his hand, and paying full attention.

On the table is a blank piece of paper.

Next to the paper, there are some stones.

He closed his eyes, to imagine, to feel the totem lines of the accelerator.

The totem pattern of this accelerment is obviously taken from the totem pattern of the beasts such as the "phantom wolf".

Jiang himself had killed the speed-horror phantom wolf, and he had a good memory, and it is about to recall that the totem lines of the two were somewhat similar.

His eyes closed and his fingers began to move.

His left hand, which had been grinding the letter ink on the crest for some time, and now the ink had come out, and his spiritual wood pen, gently stained with some ink, was fixed on the lettering paper.

Then, write decisively.

The dragon dances, in one go, and if there is a god.

The last sketch was successful, Jiang freely and decisively, and he had poured his true anger into his handwriting.

When the pen is collected, the trumped is like a living, like a mouth, crazy swallowing the world's vitality in the three stones next to it, until it is swallowed clean.

The stone, which was dug up in the depths of the earth, was nourished by the vitality of the earth all the year round, and it could be full of rhyme.

Jiang freely pinch the spirit wood pen, staring at the eyes of this gradually dim, but the totem pattern, but there is an amazing magic.

“The first time I tried, did I succeed?”

He was scared by his genius.

In fact, this process is very complicated, including the pen, the control of the real air, the accuracy of the totem pattern, the overall process, the need for ultra-high precision control, the handwriting can not have a little bit of error, no super-controlled soul, nothing can be successful.

Jiang knew it was hard, but he tried it for the first time and found that he really had no problem.

He held the first accelerment, his eyes glowing.

"Drink a three-pin spiritual stone, but can sell at least twenty of the three spiritual stones!"I’m going to get rich later!”

No wonder the totem master makes money!

The only difficulty is that at this moment, he felt that drawing a piece of paper, even so tired, not only consumed a lot of real anger, but also consumed a lot of spirit.

This is also the reason why many totems can not be frantic production.

He estimated that he was now choking enough to draw an acceleration character a day.

And, now he’s not sure if the accelerator has succeeded.

Next door is the room of Xiaoyue, Jiang Zi is knocking on the door and asking, “Little Yue, are you cultivating?”

“No, come on in!”

Jiang was pushing the door in, and she was sitting at the window, looking at the people below.

“Eat me!”

Jiang was right in putting the accelerant on her head.

“Why, you!”

If Xiao Ying had just fainted, the piece of paper had burned, but the totem pattern had gathered into her flower-sting rose totem.

“Hold on, accelerate!”

“Ah?”If you wave your hand, you almost hit yourself in the face.

“Brother, where are you from, where are you going to waste it on me?”

If the little eye is wide open, a look at the face of the loser.

“I painted it, huh?”

The first attempt succeeded, if Xiao Qianshan knew, what kind of expression would it be?

He left himself a hundred rune paper, that is, he felt that if the novice, the training of a hundred pieces of letter paper would not necessarily succeed!

“I don’t believe it!”

When Ginger is happy, if the little lingies are left out.

"I'm tired today, I'll draw another one tomorrow, and my brother will have to hit you with a fat face."

If Xiaoyin is in a hurry, he is angry and said, “I am not fat, you are a pig!”