The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

Monster!

Yang Li subconsciously turned around to run, but suddenly realized that running was a fart.

Isn't it just a talking cow? After killing the Wuyun monster thousands of miles in size, I'm still afraid of this little monster.

"Who are you scolding? Are you polite?"

Yang Li stared at the buffalo and reprimanded him.

The buffalo laughed angrily, and grinned, "If you said in front of me that you wanted to roast my eyes and eat them, why don't you let me scold you?"

Yang Li let the buffalo choke, and really didn't know how to respond.

I was careless, or the thinking in the previous life was too deep-rooted, and I never thought that a cow I met casually could talk.

I have no experience in arguing with cattle, so I don't know how to quarrel.

The main reason is that the quarrel also pays attention to the aggressive manner. Yang Li wants to laugh when he sees the bull's face on the other side. Why are you so noisy?
Moreover, this cow's tongue is quite clever.

Unable to restrain himself, Yang Li murmured: "I don't know if this kind of beef tongue will taste stronger."

The buffalo got angry when he heard it, "You still say?"

"Ah?" Yang Li came back to his senses, his face turned pale with shock, "You have the ability to read minds? Can you see what I'm thinking?"

"You said it directly!"

The buffalo was furious, "Boy, I think you are also a cultivator. I advise you to calm down. Didn't you find out that on this grassland, no matter what kind of monsters and beasts, they dare not provoke our buffalo clan?"

Yang Li looked around in a daze. He didn't have this concept before, but now he really noticed that in this endless grassland, there are really all kinds of terrifying beasts in various shapes.

What is a one-horned silver wolf three or four meters high, and a thick boa constrictor with a length of two to thirty meters...

Where these ferocious beasts passed by, other creatures retreated in fear. Only the buffaloes did not change their expressions, grazing grass and resting.

What's happening here?
Seeing Yang Li's puzzled expression, Buffalo said triumphantly, "You are a cultivator. Judging by your aura, you should still be of the human race. Then you must have heard of Taiqing Daodetianzun!"

"The buffaloes in our Qingshui Grassland are all Taiqing mounts, descendants of the famous ancestor Qingxi!"

"Oh!" Yang Li suddenly realized, and asked two questions: "One, who is Daode Tianzun?"

"Second, who is Patriarch Qingsi?"

buffalo:"……"

As for the Taishang Laojun, Yang Li still knows who it is, the owner of the elixir that Monkey King stole, a little old man.

When it comes to honor titles, Yang Li really doesn't know.

He has no concept of Yuanshi Tianzun, let alone Daode Tianzun.

"In short, we have a great background. If you dare to cause trouble, I will summon the ancestor and give you a good meal."

The buffalo was straight-minded, so he didn't care whether Yang Li was pretending or real, he threatened.

After saying this, Yang Li was taken aback for a moment, "Can all of you descendants of blood be able to summon your own ancestors?"

Buffalo is confused, is that the point?
"... Yes, blood is one of the most convenient means of communication. As long as the ancestor is willing, he can respond to the call of his descendants at any time."

Yang Li stroked his chin and thought of the idea of ​​finding Gong Gong.

Gong Gong is the ancestor of the Wu family, of course he is also the ancestor. If he makes a big fuss about the Wu family, for example, if he sees a Wu family, he beats up a Wu family.

"Can you show it to me?" Yang Li looked at the buffalo with great interest, hoping to see if there is any reference value from here.

"It's nothing wrong, why should I summon the ancestor? The ancestor will blame him."

The buffalo is honest and honest.

"Snapped!"

Yang Li slapped it across the buffalo's face, and said expectantly, "What about now?"

……

The buffalo froze for a moment, feeling the burning pain on his face, then his eyes lit up, he lowered his head, and arched his head towards Yang Li.

"Bullfighting? I know how to do this!"

Yang Li was delighted, he touched the system space, took out a large piece of red cloth, held it with both hands, and put it aside by his side.

I have watched the video of Spanish bullfighting. The bull went crazy when he saw the red cloth, and only bumped into the red cloth.

The water dragon bumped headlong, saw the red cloth, but didn't understand what it meant, it still bumped into Yang Li's body with its sharp horns pushing forward, as if it wanted to stab into the body of the person opposite.

"Depend on!"

Yang Li realized something was wrong, but he didn't have time to get out of the way.

Careless again.

The bulls faced by Spanish matadors have no brains, and this buffalo is not stupid...

I just focused on digging out the red cloth, but didn't open the magic weapon suit, which is miserable.

Yang Li was ready to be knocked into the air, but he didn't think that the bull horns would pose any threat.

Even if the Taoist robe on his body is not activated, the defense cannot be broken by this buffalo.

Unexpectedly, when the buffalo bumped into him, Yang Li didn't move at all, the buffalo snapped and the horns snapped off, the huge body of the buffalo flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Li didn't understand the situation, but he couldn't spare the buffalo, so he flew over, rode on the buffalo, and slapped the buffalo quickly:

"Calling you mother... ah bah, I made a mistake, calling you patriarch!"

"Call you Patriarch!"

The slaps were slapped down like a storm, and the buffalo foamed at the mouth, but didn't bark.

"Hey, the mouth is still quite hard."

Yang Li snorted and got excited too.

"Brother, does he seem to have passed out?"

There was a voice reminding him, Yang Li stopped to observe, and found that it was really the case.

"Thank you."

Yang Li turned his head and gave a sound reminder... The sheep thanked him.

"Brother, you look so sweet!"

Looking at the pink and tender lamb beside him, Yang Li couldn't help but praise him.

The little lamb obviously didn't know that people's hearts were sinister, so he ran back in fright.

Praise the sheep is so boastful?
"Thank you, little lamb, where are your parents? I'll go and visit."

When the little lamb heard this, he ran faster, and his ass was twisted, so fat!

"Run what?"

Yang Li reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and looked at the fainted buffalo.

Alas, in order to meet Gonggong, I really violated my own heart.

What a good person, deliberately provoked.

After waiting for a while, the buffalo woke up slowly. In the dimness, he felt a hand stroking his tendon, and a devilish whisper came from beside him:

"Medium-rare is definitely the best. It's tough and delicious when you eat it in one bite."

The buffalo was really scared, and there were crystal tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry, why are you crying, you can just summon the ancestor, I won't beat you, after all, I am not a demon."

"Okay, that's my name."

The buffalo wiped away his tears and stood up. He wanted to force some blood, but when he wiped away his tears, his hooves were still stained with blood from his own nose, so he muttered to the nosebleeds on his hooves.

Yang Li leaned over to listen, thinking he would hear something like this:

"Great ancestor Qingxi, your descendants call your name here, you are the guardian of the grassland, the master of herbivores, synonymous with strength and antiquity."

But unexpectedly, the buffalo muttered for a long time, and kept repeating a sentence:

"Grandfather, are you there?"

"Old ancestor, are you there?"