C1402 I Can't Believe He's Got Real Skills
C1402 I Can't Believe He's Got Real Skills
However, Zha Lama clearly came to his senses a little faster, and even his expression became somewhat serious.
"Hero, you should know the position of God in our hearts. If you lie, it will be the greatest blasphemy to God. Even if you save my son, I will tie you to wood and throw you into the fire, and let the fire burn your evil!"
This was Zarama's warning. He warned Zhao Quan not to lie, but he also revealed his respect for God.
Looking at Zarama's attitude, Zhao Quan knew that there was a good foundation here. He believed that preaching would be very simple.
Thus, in the next moment, he decided to use some small tricks to prove his identity as an envoy.
He stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers. After a bang, a flame appeared between Zhao Quan's fingers.
As his fingers moved, the flame spun in the air in a circle.
When he saw this scene, Zarama's eyes widened. His eyes were filled with indescribable excitement.
"A god is indeed a great god. Only a great god can display such a miracle!"
Zarama's voice was trembling nonstop. He could not help but kneel on the ground and worship Zhao Quan.
Next to him, Za Ha Yi also did the same. His eyes were also filled with excitement. He did not expect that the one who saved him was actually a god.
After that, Zhao Quan stopped them from kneeling down. He even revealed his identity. "I am not a god. I am just an emissary of a god!"
What a joke! A god himself had come out to preach for everyone to believe in him. Wasn't this a bit like a granny trying to sell melons?
Zhao Quan was not that thick-skinned. The key was that if he was really that thick-skinned, it would also affect the pious strength of their faith.
Therefore, the identity of a god messenger was quite suitable...
Under Zarama's warm invitation, Zhao Quan entered the small tribe as a god messenger.
However, just as he entered the small tribe, someone came to Zarama with an excited expression.
"Chief Zarama, the god has come to our tribe. He is waiting for you in the tent!"
God?!
Not to mention Zha La Ma, even Zhao Quan himself was stunned. He was a god. How could there be another god?
After Zarama recovered from his shock, he looked at Zhao Quan in surprise. "Esteemed god messenger, did you come with the god?"
Zhao Quan shook his head. Without waiting for Zarama to respond, he walked into the tent, followed by Zarama.
When Zhao Quan entered the tent, the first thing he saw was the 'god' sitting on the main seat.
The god was about forty years old, and his beard was rough. His eyes were cloudy, and he was shaking his head and muttering something.
Someone introduced the god to Zarama, who had just come in. It said that the god was praying for the tribe in the language of the gods.
Praying for their tribe? Fortune might not necessarily come, but Zhao Quan felt that this fake god would definitely come to pray for trouble.
Thus, in the next moment, he waved his finger, and a flame ignited the hem of the fake god's clothes.
When the flame burned his entire body, Zhao Quan wanted to see if this fake god could continue praying.
However, something unexpected happened at this moment. The fake god suddenly stared at Zhao Quan and pointed to the sky. "Extinguish!"
With just one word, the ignited hem of his clothes was instantly extinguished.
Furthermore, there was also an icy mist covering his clothes. It was clearly a technique of a cultivator.
This fake deity! ... actually had true abilities?!
Zhao Quan found it hard to understand this point. In his opinion, this world was full of aboriginals, and there shouldn't be any cultivators.
However, the means of this fake god... It was undoubtedly the means of a cultivator. What was going on?!