Around Ning Fei, people from the Ming da Wei tribe knelt down.
They chanted a few words, as if they were praying. Then, the Great Magus slowly stood up, and the others also stood up.
Ning Fei went forward and used the local language to exchange a few words with the Great Magus, only then did he understand the reason.
When the netizens saw Ning Fei speaking the local language, they were all a little dumbfounded.
[ F * ck! He even knows the language of the primitive tribes? ]
[ the language of the primitive tribes is the same as the language of the local cities. It’s not a special language. ]
[ that’s already very impressive. ]
At this time, Ning Fei and the Great Magus’conversation ended.
He smiled helplessly and then explained to the netizens in the live broadcast room:
“So it’s because of Little Phoenix!”
“Little Phoenix is a special hibiscus bird. There are three strange tail feathers on its tail, like a miniature Phoenix.”