Wu Tianqian laughed.
I said you're welcome, but you're really rude.
In fact, he was still nervous.
Some things are one thing to say and another to do.
The reason why he spoke so grandly was because the bird had to bow its head under the big tree.
Rather than being forced, it is better to take the initiative yourself and still have room for maneuver.
His mind is not complicated, but he is very flexible.
In King Pan's eyes, he was just a smart little guy and not annoying.
On the contrary, it's quite lovable.
It was precisely because of this that King Pan was willing to promote Wu Tian and call him brother.
Of course, the fundamental reason is that he needs Wu Tian.
King Pan said: "Actually, it's not complicated. I want my brother to give the creature I created the ability to fly with the wind attribute."
"How to do it?" Wu Tian didn't hesitate.
King Pan thought for a while and said: "I will do the main work. Brother, you are only responsible for possessing the spirit. But after all, we are two people with differences in all aspects. Perfect integration may not happen overnight."
Wu Tian nodded: "Understandable."
Lao Panwang stretched out his hand, intending to pat Wu Tian on the shoulder, but realized that his little brother was still a bird, and retracted his hand in embarrassment.
But his eyes still conveyed his gratitude.
"Before that, I need to tell you my way, which is also my heel."
Wu Tian nodded.
After King Pan finished speaking, Wu Tian suddenly realized.
It turns out that King Pan was practicing Taoism in Liupan Mountain, where Pangu Panchang was transformed. His true body was a Gu, or ancestral insect.
Hard and poisonous.
"So, this is not my dojo?"
"No, my brother's dojo is in the southeast of the west and the southwest of the east. There are hundreds of thousands of mountains there. I also had no clue because of the failure of creation. I was upset and depressed and came out to relax and look for a solution. Isn't this right? I met you here, brother."
Speaking of this, Lao Panwang looked proud.
Wu Tianqiang resisted rolling his eyes.
Wu Tian said: "I think I know my heel and foot well, but there is one thing. I love yin and hate yang, so I hope it won't have any impact."
Old Panwang slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, he is indeed my destined brother, Panwang, and so am I."
Wu Tian couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
King Pan laughed loudly.
Wu Tian said angrily: "Okay, let's do what we say, don't waste time."
Hearing this, King Pan looked at Wu Tian with even fiercer eyes, like a bastard looking at Mung Bean.
After a while, he uttered a sentence, "I didn't expect that I am also impatient, and so is my brother."
It's a very stinking congeniality.
Wu Tian was directly punished and lost his temper.
"Then let's get started."
As soon as he said this, the old man's expression changed from absurd to serious.
From this day on, Wu Tian joined King Pan's creation plan.
Mainly, King Pan used his own blood as a guide, and then used the means of creation to refine the spirit and transform it into Gu. In this process, Wu Tian needed to inject the spirituality of wind, using spiritual energy as the carrier and thoughts as the spiritual root.
In the words of King Pan, it means possessing a spirit.
A person with great supernatural powers creates things, transports the energy of heaven and earth, transforms the life and death of creation, refines the soul and soul, and finally gives wisdom and life. It is not easier than giving birth to a child. After all, what two people have to do is now done by one person. He is both a father and a child. It’s a mother, and it’s asexual reproduction, not only to ensure that the breed is excellent, but also to ensure that it has a bright future and is free from defects.
Wu Tian saw one head and two big ones.
It's so frustrating.
The key is that he can't understand it and gets a headache after watching it for a long time.
And Mr. Pan Wang, who was involved in the plan of creating a 'man', had a messy head of hair and frighteningly focused eyes. His four golden pupils exuded the sacred and inviolable light of the gods, making people dare not look directly at him.
This is a sign of high concentration.
That's right, the old man has double pupils at this time.
