The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Of course, refined salt is something that Xia Tuo can now handle.

Not long after the Xia tribe was established, the tribe’s foundation was too thin, and there was no background, nor did he need to come up with a ten-year plan to concentrate on big things.

After arranging things for the tribe, Xia Tuo left the tribe and headed southeast.

This time he walked along the Bishui River, all the way to the Heifang Waters, and down the Heifang Waters all the way south, into the Tuze Wasteland.

This time he discovered that if there is a boat, he can go to the Tuze Wasteland by water, which is estimated to save half of the time compared to taking a mountain road, and there are many rivers in the wasteland, and it is completely possible to go down the river directly into the Tuze Lake.

After entering the Tuze Wasteland, Xia Tuo was going to start with small tribes. He brought Wanjun refined salt, which was not the amount that any tribe could swallow, and needed to separate the bulk.

The vast wasteland, boundless, with lush vegetation, he did not come out with the green fire this time.

On the fifth day, Xia Tuo came to a tribe called Cao Liu, which was a small tribe with no more than a thousand people.

His appearance made this small tribe like a big enemy, and the tribe chief personally introduced him into the tribe.

In the stone house in the clan, the patriarch of the Cao Liu tribe carefully accompanied him, and specially arranged for two girls in the clan to come and wait on them. The two girls had a wildness in their eyes, and the black animal skin robes could not cover their upper bodies. His body was surging, but it was a pity that his figure didn't meet Xia Tuo's vision, so he swung back.

Patriarch Cao Liu was very nervous and looked at Xia Tuo carefully. He didn't know what the unidentified adult had ordered, so he could only wait in panic, not even daring to breathe.

Cao Liu Tribe prepared dinner, Xia Tuo was polite to eat and drink, and his eyes fell on Cao Liu Patriarch.

"My lord~~"

Seeing Xia Tuo looking towards him, Patriarch Cao Liu trembled in his heart and couldn't help asking softly.

"Patriarch Cao Liu."

"Hey~~~"

Patriarch Cao Liu hurriedly replied, "What is your command?"

"Do you want salt."

"Ok."

Patriarch Cao Liu was taken aback, and some did not react.

"Excellent refined salt."

The next moment, Xia Tuo waved his hand, and a jar of refined salt appeared in front of him, white and crystal clear.

He pushed the salt jar in front of the Cao Liu Patriarch and said softly: "If you don't have salt, you don't need money."

At this time, the Cao Liu Patriarch is going to be scared, and the adults can really play, hold it to entertain him.

"Three Jun refined salt is a hybrid animal core, how many Jun do you want?"

Patriarch Cao Liu looked at the look of the person in front of him, and he was about to cry. Adults shouldn't play with him like this, OK?

Seeing that Xia Tuo's expression didn't seem to be false, he said carefully: "Shi Jun."

Immediately after Xia Tuo waved his hand, eleven salt jars appeared in front of him.

"Twelve Jun refined salt, four hybrid beast cores."

Xia Tuo spread his hands and gestured.

I saw that the Cao Liu Patriarch tremblingly got up and walked out. When he returned, he was holding four hybrid beast cores in his hand.

Xia Tuo took the beast core and immediately got up and walked outside, leaving only Patriarch Cao Liu to watch his back disappear, and then looked at the salt jar next to him, his face full of confusion.

It's a real salt seller, but it's a bit expensive.

After a long time, Patriarch Cao Liu reacted, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and came back to his senses. This was really terrifying.

depression to luck!depression to luck!

...

The Sijun salt was sold all at once, and Xia Tuo was in a good mood. At least he had a good start. As a totem warrior of the Heavenly Vein Realm, he was naturally not afraid of the wasteland night road.

He has no fixed purpose, just ask if you meet the tribe.

Water fish tribe.

The tribe is relying on the river, and at this moment hundreds of people outside the tribe are holding weapons and guarding the figure in front of them.

"This lord~~"

The patriarch Shuiyu stood in the forefront of all the fighters. He was a totem warrior, but the majesty brought by the figure in front of him gave him a feeling of being overwhelmed by the mountains.

"Do you want salt?"

When a group of clan soldiers was ready to go,

cough.

Patriarch Shuiyu almost didn't catch his breath.

"Sanjun refined salt, a hybrid beast core, how much do you want."

"want……"

Up to this moment, the patriarch Shuiyu still hadn't fully reacted. This is what kind of deity he has encountered. Strange things happen every year, and this time he has encountered it.

Speaking of which, Xia Tuo's refined salt is super expensive, a quarter of refined salt, in the old days, traded with various ministries, but in exchange for a few skins, this has already surprised the tribe.

After all, the salt mine is in the tribe, and the family who came from the refined salt couldn't know better.

Xia Tuo's mouth is now Sanjun Salt, an animal core.

"For two things."

Patriarch Shuiyu said cautiously, observing Xia Tuo's expression.

"No, no, no, we want to be the best."

"How can you have enough salt for a tribe of this size? Thirty, a total of ten beast cores."

"Hmm."

Patriarch Shuiyu nodded in tears. What are you talking about, I dare not refute.

After collecting the beast core, Xia Tuo dragged his feet and turned and left.

For several days in a row, he wandered in the Tuze Wasteland, and when he met the tribe, he sold it forcibly. Unfortunately, compared with the amount of salt he brought, the total amount of salt sold was only more than three hundred knuckles.

This made Boss Xia very sad. At this rate, when will Wanjun's table salt be replaced with beast cores?

He headed south along the west bank of the Tuze Great Lake, ready to turn south again.

...

On the west bank of Tuze, in a low-lying area near the water, there are no less than a hundred animal skin tents. At this moment, these animal skin tents are igniting raging flames, and there is a sound of killing in the fire.

A group of silhouettes were constantly fighting, and an old man in the lead made a fierce move, and almost every single shot would be killed.

"Move faster!"

Qiao Liao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shot without mercy. The strong men around him were also like bloody madmen, killing wanton.

"This time, the iron ore is no less than ten thousand knots. The wind spirit grass and the water lotus roots are really big in the Heze tribe."

After slaying a leader-like figure, the stalker cut open a huge bag of animal skins, and pieces of ore shone in the fire and rolled down.

Outside the ore parcels, there are crystal herbs in wooden boxes.

"Hurry up and kill all these people and take things away."

puff!

As soon as a strong man wanted to move towards the piled goods, he felt a roar from his back. Before he could react, he was beaten to pieces.

puff!puff!puff!

Xia Tuo picked up a copper knife, and the people around were chopped off with the knife like a melon or vegetable.

Qiao Liao also noticed the change, and unexpectedly killed a catastrophe halfway, it was so black and black.

"It's you!"

Seeing Xia Tuo's figure, Qiao Spear suddenly remembered, but Xia Tuo fell in the air, he swung his knife to resist, and then his whole body flew out, and the copper knife in his hand shattered.

"You~~"

With blood spitting out of his mouth, he stared at Xia Tuo stubbornly, and stretched out his fingers to point to Xia Tuo. He smashed to the ground without a second breath, no more breath.

Xia Tuo looked at the bones all over the field, with a strong smell of blood, he came to Qiao Liao and bent down and grabbed a beast belt from his arms.

Opening the beast's belt, the light of Yingying directly blinded his eyes.

There are a hundred beast cores, which are worth what he has gained from selling salt these days.

Sure enough, it's still fast.

Then Xia Tuo collected all the ore and herbs scattered on the ground, and headed away. The fighting and fire here had already aroused the surrounding area.

After leaving, Xia Tuo weighed the animal skin bag in his hand. There were a total of 107 beast nuclei in it, of which eight were in the semi-pure blood state.

This is much greater than his hard work to exchange salt. What he has gained by intimidating, buying and selling is only a hybrid animal core.

When he took the beast core into the punishable demon order space, he felt that he would not sell salt anymore, and he would just do nothing at all.

Thinking of this, he regretted that he had killed the stalker. He looked back and saw that the flames in the distance were still burning. Someone was already alarmed.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that he had the Demon Slayer so that the storage space could easily gather the ore, but the Sword Spear did not. After robbing things, he must use the Fierce Beast to transport it.

After that, after tidying up his beast robe, Xia Tuo turned and returned. He remembered that the old man brought a group of wild cattle to carry the goods the last time he encountered the Qiao Lian.

In other words, there must be people with stalkers nearby.

Thinking of this, the steps under my feet could not help speeding up a lot. When Xia Tuo came to the ruins by the river, many people had already come here, but the scene before him made everyone who came far away. Be alert to each other.

Xia Tuo also pretended to look around, he came to the place where he killed the stalker, only to find that the old man's body was missing.

Someone recognized that this was the bartering team of the Heze tribe. Now they were intercepted by road thief. They didn't want to get into trouble, and started to disperse one by one.

...

"Elder, elder."

Under the night, a team composed entirely of wild bulls was hurriedly running. On the broad back of a wild bull in the middle of the team, an old man was lying down, his breath was weak and his mouth was bloody.

The pillar was riding on the back of another barren bull, shouting carefully.

"Hiss~~~"

The barren cow running around naturally looked a bit bumpy, the old hair on his back moaned in pain, and the severe pain from his whole body made his facial expressions twisted together, making it look a bit hideous.

"Elder, you are awake."

Qiao Liao opened his eyes slowly, feeling the pain all over his body.

"Go...get out of here!"

"But your injury." Zhu Zi hesitated.

"leave me alone."

Qiao Liao gritted his teeth, resisting the sharp pain of the bump.

This time it was planted again.

Fortunately, he had been prepared for many years of wandering outside. This trick of feign death escape was his life-saving technique for many years. It has allowed him to escape the crisis of life and death several times in decades.

Of course, death depends on his perfect acting skills.

However, the old man Qiao Liao is also content, no matter how powerful your Tianmai warrior is, you have to eat the ashes of the old man.