The strong wind around the old man seemed to feel the crisis. The dozens of fine winds that could be seen with the naked eye actually increased to more than a hundred in just a short moment.

The strong blue wind was like the thinnest and sharpest steel wire, with extremely light, extremely harsh and extremely small whistle and slight wind roaring towards Ji Hao's fingers. If it weren't for Ji Hao, but anyone else on this island, these thin strong winds were enough to thorn him into pieces.

Ji Hao's palm was suspended above the dagger, allowing these tiny strong winds to stalk up.

The sound of "hissing" was endless. Hundreds of thin winds wrapped around Ji Hao's fingers, making a slight friction sound. Ji Hao felt his fingers itchy and slight, and the power of these strong winds could not even cut a single hair on his fingers.

The gap in strength is too big!

Shaking his head, and with one finger, all the strong winds were shattered. Ji Hao grabbed the short sword with his hands, and his spiritual sense forced invaded inward, just like a tsunami passing through the border. A weak divine thought hidden in the magic circle composed of dozens of crude runes in the short sword was shattered by him.

The short sword that was struggling and beating slightly suddenly stiffened and was put into Ji Hao's sleeve.

The old man who was meditating and practicing suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at Ji Hao in horror. Before he could shout loudly, a mouthful of green blood spurted out, and then viscous plasma was spewing out of his ears, nostrils, and eye sockets at the same time.

He fell into the deepest level of retreat and insidious cultivation, and was suddenly wiped out a wisp of his soul, and was forced to wake up from the mysterious realm. Before the old man could figure out what he had given birth, his soul was severely damaged.

Ji Hao reached out and pressed his hand on the old man's head. His spiritual sense quickly invaded the old man's body, and in the blink of an eye, all the subtle structures in his body were clearly analyzed.

The old man, or the indigenous race he belongs to, has particularly delicate bones. Unlike the bone structure of the human race, the human race is a large hollow bone, and the bone marrow is all concentrated in the space in the middle of the bone.

The bones of these indigenous people are complex honeycomb-like structures, with dense tiny holes filled with dark green paste similar to bone marrow. The bones of this honeycomb-like structure make their bones very light, but they also have sufficient strength while being light.

In addition to the light bones, the old man has extremely high nerves and muscle fibers. The number of his nerves and muscles is more than ten times more than that of the human race. And their bones are more than one hundred more than that of the human race, with more joints on the body and more precise structures.

With complex neural networks, more muscle counts, delicate and sensitive joint structures, you can imagine how agile the movements of these people can be.

"It's very interesting!" Ji Hao looked at the old man with fear and smiled softly, and then a spiritual sense quickly invaded the old man's brain.

What surprised Ji Hao was that the old man's brain was extremely high and his mental fluctuations were extremely strong. This was a natural spell casting race, and they had extremely keen connections with the spiritual energy of the world outside.

And their souls are not divided into three souls and seven spirits like the human race, but are a complete ball of jelly.

In Ji Hao's spiritual vision, the old man's soul was a dark green jelly the size of a human head. In the crystal clear jelly, dozens of runes that were changing like the breeze were winding, and Ji Hao faintly noticed. These runes were constantly exchanging energy with the spiritual energy of the world outside. Every time these runes breathed, they would have a certain spiritual wood breath integrated into the old man's soul, making his soul grow so much.

"It's a very interesting method of practice. It's a bit crude, but it's worth learning from. It's directly condensed into a Taoist rune in the soul? It's interesting, interesting. Is it like using your soul as material and sacrificing it into some kind of magic weapon?"

Ji Hao carefully observed the old man's soul. The power of spiritual consciousness circled around the old man's soul, but he did not dare to easily invade the depths of his soul.

This old man is the most powerful existence on the entire island. It is roughly estimated that this old man's strength should be comparable to that of the peak witch. But Ji Hao believes that if there is a real head-on battle, the old man will definitely not be the opponent of the peak witch of the human race.

After all, the human race's cultivation system is far from the old man's crude cultivation method. The powerful body of the human race's witch also has an advantage in combat. If it were not for the suppression of this world, a peak human race witch could easily kill about ten indigenous people with the same strength as the old man.

After thinking about this, Ji Hao suddenly felt his heart lit up, and cold sweat flowed down involuntarily.

The difference in strength between the great witch of the human race and this old man reminded him of the relationship between the alien race and the human race.

Ji Hao came to this small world and was suppressed and rejected by the power of the world. So, have the alien races invaded the world where the human race are located, and have they been subject to greater oppression and rejection by far greater than this small world?

Which of the Yu clan’s innate magical powers, the Jia clan’s combat talent, and the Xiu clan’s skills and knowledge are far superior to the human clan?

If it weren't for the suppression of the big world, I'm afraid the human race would have completely become slaves to foreign races long ago? Ji Hao felt that the cultivation method of this indigenous old man was very crude and superficial. He didn't know that those foreign races had the same idea when they looked at human races?

A feeling of being sympathetic and compassionate, Ji Hao smiled bitterly at the old man who was unable to move all over.

"You can't understand what I said, it's hard to deal with." Ji Hao sat helplessly in front of the old man, frowned and looked at him.

The old man looked at Ji Hao in fear, looking at Ji Hao, whose skin color, appearance, and manners were very different from his own tribe. It was obvious that Ji Hao and he were not smart creatures of the same tribe. With the old man's experience and wisdom, he could easily realize this.

Not to mention the golden flaming robe on Ji Hao's body. Such a gorgeous robe is not the natives on the island at all, or it is not the high-end product that the natives in this jungle can produce.

The old man did not dare to move. He felt the terrifying power from Ji Hao that could easily destroy his entire tribe.

Although Ji Hao had stopped and his body had regained his freedom, the old man still sat in his original position without moving, looking at Ji Hao with horror.

Ji Hao looked at the old man and reached out to grab the book on the table in front of him.

"It's still early, maybe you're willing to teach me something?" Ji Hao shook the book in his hand and said seriously: "I think it's not difficult to learn a foreign language, especially for an existence like us."

The native old man understood the meaning of Ji Hao's actions. He smiled in a restrained and fearful way, stretched out his right hand, pointed his finger at his chest, and then a crisp and pleasant syllable appeared.

At the same time, the old man's other hand carefully wrote a character on the ground.

"Very good, very smart, 'Xigu', this is the character of 'I', which is 'I'!"

Ji Hao looked at the old man with a smile, his huge spiritual sense enveloped him, and the two began to learn and communicate with each other in a word. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!