Huang Si left the task of race design to beixuan, Shifang, millet water and ink, and asked Xiaoke to hand over some materials of Western myths, legends and fantasy to the four.


    They should design species according to the style of the world.


    All four have worked in the biological laboratory and are familiar with the body structure of various organisms. All they have to do is add, delete and modify body parts based on the existing life forms in the green world.


    Huang Si is going to select the best from their homework and edit it in the atlas to create new creatures that once existed in fantasy.


    To this end, he issued a general design direction.


    First the elves of the elves world. It should be designed as a long-lived race thinner and taller than the Terran.


    Then there are dwarves, which should be designed to be shorter, stronger and more endurance than the human race, living in the underground world.


    In addition, there are all kinds of monsters, orcs, and so on.


    Everything is in the period of initial creation. The atlas of the light and dark world still needs a long time to be improved.


    ……


    Yuanhe first came to Wuran star through the transmission array.


    There are not many people on Wuran star, which is very remote. Most of them are practitioners. It is a typical planet of practitioners.


    Yuanhe pretended to be a casual practitioner from a small planet and asked the local people for information.


    From the reaction of the local people, it seems that there is no door to pay attention to the bright yellow star for the time being.


    But it does not rule out that the news has not spread yet.


    After Yuanhe collected some information, he went to the next planet.


    He stays on each planet for about seven to ten days.


    When Huang Si found him, Yuanhe had reached the third planet.


    This planet is a little more lively than the first two. There are many people in the streets, including monks and ordinary people. However, the specific level of cultivation is similar to that of minghuangxing. Most of them are monks below Mahayana.


    Yuanhe walked around the city. Over the city, a Book hovered in the air.


    The light deflected as it passed the book so that no one could see it at all.


    Huang Si''s soul temporarily takes the book as the noumenon, and his consciousness sweeps through the city below.


    There is nothing particularly noteworthy in the city.


    "Yuanhe, I''m near you."


    Huang Si sends a conscious call to Yuanhe.


    "Master, you''re here too. What can I do for you?"


    Yuanhe hurried to a secluded alley to stop for the convenience of communication.


    "You have passed through three planets. Have you found the kind of people who are suitable to be my family members? That is, those who have higher or similar accomplishments than you, but encounter death threats, or are dead and only have souls?"


    "There are hardly any real immortals here, and there are not many scattered immortals." Yuan he shook his head. "We are all in remote places near here. Zhenxian seldom comes over."


    "You go to the city to see if there is a place to take the task. I wonder if I happen to meet any Sanxian who wants to revive, or go to the auction house to see if there is a real immortal''s soul listed for sale?"


    Yuanhe: "


    He felt that the master''s brain hole was really big and his ideas were different from ordinary people.


    Huang Si didn''t care about Yuanhe''s idea and sent Yuanhe to the task hall close to him.


    Almost all the places where the task is received exchange information. Just find one.


    He himself continued to sweep the whole planet with consciousness until he found the largest auction house on the planet.


    As soon as the idea condensed, a righteous body appeared at the door of the auction house.


    The structure as like as two peas is similar to what the human race looks like.


    When Huang Si came to the entrance of the auction house, a tall man with the appearance of a guard stopped him.


    "Friar, do you have a sign?"


    "Brand?"


    "If you don''t have a brand, go to the reception desk on one side to apply. At least you should have a gas gathering period. Don''t waste time if you can''t achieve your accomplishments."


    The guard, with a trace of impatience on his face, pointed aside with a long halberd.


    At this time, a man in gold and silver friar clothes came over.


    The guard greeted him, the man patted his waist, and a silver sign jingled.


    "It''s master Yuanshen, please!"


    The guard bowed and welcomed the man in.


    Huang Si looked at his brand.


    "This is my brand. Now I''m going in."


    Huang thinks of as like as two peas.


    The guard was stunned and then sneered.


    Lao Tzu as like as two peas? You have a serial number. Each one has a serial number. You are exactly the same number as one. What is the imitation of the silver medal of the great Friar''s chamber of Commerce? You can go in. If you don''t hurry up, I''ll call someone to catch you in jail!


    At this time, another man passed by. The man took out a bronze medal and shook it.


    "Please come in, please come in."


    The guard smiled and bowed again.


    But the man didn''t go in immediately. He looked at Huang Si and said:


    "Where are you from? I don''t have any breath of cultivation. I''m afraid I haven''t started yet."


    "You can see that he hasn''t started yet? Well, if mortals dare to come here, I''m afraid they won''t be killed if they knock and bump accidentally."


    The guard didn''t see Huang Si''s accomplishments all the time. He thought his level was too low to see it. Now the monks in the period of raising Dan can see that this man has no accomplishments, so he naturally has no scruples.


    The man with the bronze medal frowned and said to the guard, "you know, he''s here to make trouble. Don''t you hurry away? Mortals are dirty and dirty. When I saw him standing at the door of the auction house, I thought the ground was dirty. It''s disgusting."


    The guard has some stomach Fei in his heart. In fact, this man is only a bronze medal. He is not a big monk. He will talk about them as gatekeepers.


    Thinking in his heart, he kept holding a halberd and hit him, "you hear me, mortal. Get out!"


    Huang Si didn''t say much and took a step forward.


    Suddenly, a momentum that only real immortals have rose from the ground.


    The whole street became as silent as death.


    Even those birds that were still chirping and the bugs * were quiet.


    Every friar felt the existence of a huge and terrible statue, emitting a boundless breath, and he was too frightened to go out for a time.


    The nearest guard was so frightened that his legs and stomach trembled and he couldn''t stand stably. If he hadn''t been afraid of attracting attention, he would have sat on the ground.


    The monk with the bronze medal peed directly, and the hot moisture in his pants flowed down his trousers.


    "Pa!"


    Suddenly, a middle-aged male passer-by slapped the bronze friar in the face.


    It was very heavy. The friar was immediately knocked to the ground by a fan and slid out for a meter.


    The passer-by punched the bronze friar in the mouth again.


    With this punch, the mouth bloomed directly, and the blood from the teeth flew out and fell to the ground.