The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Of the five large bronze boxes, three of them are related to witchcraft, witch medicine, and the cultivation and planting of herbs, and the rest are knowledge about armor smelting and animal captivity.

There are countless plants and trees in the wild land, and there are many kinds of elixir. Each habit and medicinal property is different. If you want to systematically summarize all the medicinal habits, I am afraid that no witch can do it on the whole land. Variants will appear from time to time.

Therefore, for any tribe, the analysis of witch drugs is the most precious inheritance, because it is the tribe that has been continuously distinguishing from generations of witches, and it takes a lifetime of effort.

Once the witchcraft books in the copper box are completely absorbed by the Xia tribe, then for the Xia tribe, it is equivalent to saving hundreds of years of accumulation at once.

The Minister of War always held a copper box and stared at the others in the hall, for fear that others would snatch him.

The old minister of agriculture is also holding several animal skin scrolls in his hands. At the moment he is opening one of the animal skin scrolls and is looking at it with relish. The animal skin scroll is a kind of deformed font of pictograms and pictures, which is in the form of painting and writing. Between evolution.

"Great Elder, now there are force totem poles in the tribe, which can allow the tribe to distinguish power, and distinguish the power system of the tribe as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The great elder should stand up.

The main function of the force measurement totem pole is to allow the young people in the tribe to test their own strength and whether they can reach the standard to become a totem warrior.

The Xia tribe has only been together in grass for more than a year. It is unceremonious to say that all the people of the tribe are composed of the grass team. Now with the totem pole and the tempering method, the foundation of the Zhan tribe has been established, and it can finally be gradually formalized. .

"Well, it's all gone."

"amount."

"..."

For a while, while preparing to wait for the instructions of the patriarch, the impassioned elders were stunned.

Is this all gone?

The patriarch seems a little different today.

Waving his hand to make the ministers retreat, Xia Tuo summoned several clansmen, and sent the remaining three copper boxes to the witch hall to the witch.

The witchcraft inherited by the Daqian tribe is very profound, and witchcraft, witchcraft, and even witchcraft have been studied. Witchcraft is a very vast Tao, which contains thousands and various branches.

Well, Xia Tuo didn't understand either.

So he didn't want to join in blindly, and handed over the classics to the tribesmen, and the professional things were left to the professional people.

As for the patriarch, he is in control.

Well, there is another word...

Yes, a high-rise building.

good, very good.

Backing Xia Tuo and heading towards the Totem Palace, the reason why he asked the elders of the tribes to go back was because he suddenly remembered something. He also got a foundation-building and tempering method from the Daqian tribe.

Since the tempering method he obtained from the Fangya tribe can be optimized, can this tempering method from the Daqian tribe also be optimized?

A year ago, he was struggling to get a foundation-building and tempering method. Now he is finally rich. He has two at once, or one or the other?

No way, it's so capricious.

"Woo has work."

"Woo...hungry."

Wuwu rolled around in front of him, in a posture of no work without food.

"Silver fish, let Elder Hong send a bloody beast."

"Woo~~"

When I heard it, Uuu instantly became happy.

...

In the totem hall, the blue light flickered, Xia Tuo's eyes flickered with gloomy light, and he looked towards the depths of the totem god pillar. In his eyes, he saw a cyan light god in the totem god pillar practicing. It was the refined Daqian. Tribal tempering method.

In contrast, the pure-blood foundation-building method from the Yaya tribe is more than that of the Daqian tribe’s fuzang refining method. I have to say that the inheritance of the medium tribe for hundreds of thousands of years is not a joke. The tribe is playing around.

When the glaucoma in his eyes dissipated, Xia Tuo rushed out of the Totem Hall.

"Silver fish!"

"Silver fish, go get the animal skin roll and animal blood."

"Hey, here it is."

The rein fish guarding outside the Totem Hall saw that his family leader went crazy again.

He ran out with quick legs and feet, and soon sent Xia Tuo skin rolls and animal blood.

In the stone house, Xia Tuo stained his fingers with animal blood, depicting the villains on the spread animal skins, and soon the vivid villains were printed on the animal skin rolls.

I have to say that since becoming a totem warrior, he now writes by himself, oh, yes, his painting skills have increased a lot, and he is quite wild and wild.

Wow.

The dried animal skin roll looked very crisp, and the hula clashed in his hand, and the little man copied on the animal skin roll was constantly moving with the shaking of the animal skin roll.

At this moment, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have four foundation-building and tempering methods. Should I throw two?

He showed a little thought, the improved pure-blood foundation-building method and the fu-zang refining method should also be changed.

Then he found two sets of animal skin scrolls from the stone bed, it was pure blood to build the foundation.

He opened them one by one and began to observe, and finally came to the conclusion that the pure blood foundation building method and the fu organ refining method that had been improved by the totem were actually worse.

It is indeed a cultivation method from a middle-level tribe, which has been long gone.

Roll up the animal skin in his hand and put it away. Xia Tuo shouted outside the house: "Silver fish, go to the Ministry of War and find a pinch of wolf hair. Remember to have the best wolf hair on the wolf tail, and then find a few and your little fingers Thick bamboo."

"Oh."

As an errand, the rein fish is very serious.

He hurried to the edge of the cliff, grabbed the vine and slid down. We don't know the patriarch's nerves, so we dare not ask.

That's right, Xia Tuo looked at his blood-stained fingers, he made a brush.

Soon the rein fish came back, Xia Tuo grabbed a handful of white fluffy wolf hair, and a few thin bamboos closed the stone door, leaving the rein fish to make a grimace outside the door, and then sat against the stone wall Down.

He is now an errand for the patriarch, and he needs to temper his body every day while staying with the patriarch. This is something that all the companions in the tribe are extremely envious of.

There is no way, we have this condition, we can follow the patriarch.

Hehe.

After smirking for a while, the rein fish took out an animal skin bag from her arms. After opening it, there was a finger-sized tender leaf inside. This is a softening grass. After taking it, it can temper the body and increase the body by a few to a dozen. the power of.

The only regret is that there are restrictions on taking it. Once it is taken continuously, the effect will be discounted, and it will gradually disappear. Even if so, the supply of Celiac is in short supply in the tribe.

Tilted his head and looked at the leaf in his hand, the rein fish opened his mouth and swallowed it.

He seemed to have heard from the great elder a few days ago that Aunt Shao from the Ministry of Agriculture seemed to be leading the tribe to cultivate the quenching grass. Once successful, there would be no shortage of quenching grass.

...

As night was approaching, the stone house opened, and Xia Tuo walked out of the stone house scorchingly. He was holding a brush in his hand, of course it was in the most original form.

Shock!

Patriarch Xia, who was able to hold the sword to smash the mixed blood golden retriever, was even stunned.

Out of the stone house, he headed towards the witch hall.

...

In the Witch Palace, Wu and five little guys were sorting out the witchcraft books in the copper box. After Xia Tuo came in, the five little guys bowed and threw themselves into it.

As for the old man Wu, hey, he didn't even raise his head and said, "I have something to say, now the old man has no time to take care of you."

At this moment, the old man is full of witchcraft classics, as for Xia Tuo~

Witchcraft is the great way.

"I……"

Xia Tuo, who came to surprise Wu with joy, couldn't help but roll his eyes. He forgot that the old man in front of him was a master who didn't recognize witchcraft except witchcraft.

This witchcraft classic was brought back by him with his tribe members through the mountains and rivers. If there is no credit, there must be hard work.

Cross the river to demolish the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey, call them Xiao Tiantian when you like them, and call them Mrs. Niu when you don’t like them...

Cough~~

Thoughts drifted away.

Old man Wu hated him more than killing a donkey.

Sure enough.

The old witch is very busy now, the witchcraft classics that have gone through six hundred years of wind and dust, even if there is no wind and sun, there is still destruction.

Every bit of destruction on the animal skin scroll made him extremely deplored, this is the inheritance of witchcraft.

The hieroglyphs on many animal skin scrolls are very vague. At this moment, he is taking five children to copy these witchcraft, which will be sealed up afterwards.

"Witch, I brought you an artifact to help you copy witchcraft."

Even if the witch has abused himself thousands of times, Xia Tuo still doesn't care, what are we afraid of, face is worthless in my tribe.

"Bring it."

Wu stretched out his hand to look at Xia Tuo, but looked at him suspiciously in his eyes.

Artifact?

He felt Xia Tuo was lying to him.

However, Xia Tuo made a gas mask at the beginning, which surprised him. Maybe he really let his clan leader tinker with something.

Watching the tube of animal skin rolled from under his armpit, Wu's eyelids drooped down.

Look at the appearance of this appearance, forget it.

The artifact is a ghost, when he is a bad old man, is it easy to deceive, this artifact is not good for playing conditions.

Xia Tuo placed the animal skin roll on the stone platform in front of the witch and opened it.

An ugly one can't be ugly anymore. Seven bamboo-shaped brushes appeared in front of the witch. He didn't speak, picked up the writing brush, glued the animal blood which was made and glued in the stone inkstone, and painted it on the animal skin roll. A few pens.

It was these few strokes that made Wu's eyes shine.

At this moment, Xia Tuo dipped the brush towards the stone inkstone again.

Under Wu's gaze, the tip of the pen fell off.

…Lost.

For an instant, Xia Tuo's face was not red and heartbeat, and he grabbed the wolf's hair and stuffed it back, putting the brush into Wu's hand.

The process is not important, the important thing is the brush, the brush!

"How about it? Is it a magical weapon? The barbarian came with blood with his hand."

At this moment, Xia Tuo completely forgot that just before the afternoon, he was still painting the villain with his fingers soaked in animal blood.

Wu took the brush and looked at it, and suddenly he had a scrutiny in his mind. The craftsmanship of the head of the family was too rough, but the idea was very good.

You won't have to dip your fingers in animal blood in the future, after all, you, um, witches have an identity.

Seeing Wu's tendency to lower his head again, Xia Tuo was annoyed. He took things and didn't do anything. The bad old man was really bad. It is necessary to remind this old man who does not know how to work.

"Witch, now the tribe has got the witchcraft inheritance of the great tribe, I am going to open the witch hall."

"This is not the Witch Palace." Wu raised his head and glanced at Xia Tuo, the patriarch would not be stupid, he still named the Witch Palace.

"I mean, when witchcraft is available, someone needs to learn it naturally."

With a move of Wu's eyes, he glanced at the five little guys who were busy. The meaning was obvious, we are not bad.

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