C1670 (1/2)

Teng tribe, the ancient temple yunei.

Lin Hao sat on a dandelion in the temple, sitting on his knees.

Previously, Temple of Teng tribe was broken and almost destroyed.

Since 18 years ago, a golden light came to the broken temple, and Lin Hao's consciousness began to recover, bringing hope to Teng tribe. Teng tribe was gradually strong, and finally restored the temple again.

Lin Hao's eyes, looking at the sculpture in the temple, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

After his consciousness recovered, he stayed in the Teng tribe for 15 years.

In the next three years, he traveled outside the boundaries of the Teng tribe.

Every day, there are some broken pictures that come to his mind.

A scene of pictures, series into a section of memory.

These memories are still incomplete.

But at least, Lin Hao can be sure of one thing.

I came from a place called the real martial arts world, fighting to protect the real martial arts world, and finally solved a great disaster in the real martial arts world, or a huge disaster of the human race.

In the last war, there was a tremendous force of terror, and everything was almost destroyed by the terrorist force. Fortunately, there was a golden energy called the power of faith, which protected a wisp of consciousness without dissipation

”I It doesn't belong here! ” ”Said Lin Hao slowly.

He believed that he could remember everything, but stay here, the broken memory, it is difficult to recover.

Only by leaving here and going to where you should be, will you think about everything faster.

In the dark, Lin Hao has an intuition, as if there were many people, looking for themselves, where he should have existed.

”Lord Lin!”

Just then, outside the temple, a voice came.

”Come in.” Lin Hao opens.

Then, a large, looking young man with a sense of loyalty, walked to Lin Hao.

Young man, it is Teng Qingfeng of Teng tribe.

Three years ago, tengqingfeng was a martial in the yuan kingdom. Now, tengqingfeng has become the martial arts in the Yuan emperor territory and the first master of Teng tribe.

Tengqingfeng has great respect for Lin Hao. He is not only so, but also the whole Teng tribe and Lin Hao.

Without Lin Hao, there will be no Teng tribe today.

”Tell Lord Lin that the Teng genealogy you want has been obtained.”

Tengqingfeng looks respectful, holding a roll of silk in his hands.

Lin Hao nodded and took over the cloth.

In the past three years, he wandered outside, recovered a lot of strength, recovered a lot of memory, met many fierce animals and found many battlefield relics, but he did not meet anyone.

Teng tribe, the only gathering place for the population in this area.

Lin Hao wants to leave here and return to his place of existence, but he has never found the way out. Therefore, he can only hope to find some clues from their genealogy.

Spread out the cloth and silk.

Lin Hao saw the dense text.