The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

After adjusting his breath for a while, the fighting spirit that pervaded Xia Tuo's body gradually dissipated, and calmness in the stone house was restored.

Passing through a celestial vein once again made him clearly feel the changes in his body, and every inch of blood and bone has experienced a baptism again, which not only increased his strength, but also added vitality.

Without further delay, he got up and walked out. The deer had been standing outside the stone house for a long time.

In order to get through the second vein, he spent a day and a night without interfering with tribal affairs.

"What happened."

"Patriarch, Senior Fengxian is here."

Lu quickly said, Feng Xian's arrival also made him jump, after all, he was following Xia Tuo, looking at the old man Xia Tuo Huyou, the old man actually found him now.

The deer was a little flustered just because he knew that the patriarch was furious.

No matter how old the old man is, he is also a Celestial Realm Warrior!

"where is he?"

Xia Tuo was stunned by Lu's words, but then he reacted. He had an appointment with Feng Xian for a year, and now it's almost the same. I didn't expect this old man to actually find it.

His eyes lit up, and he was worried about no one to help him manage the palace.

This old man must be taken down!

After doing this vote, the Xia tribe is equal to an extra strong.

And the benefits of winning Fengxian are so many. The old man has lived for hundreds of years. Even if he is used to being alone, he always has a few friends.

He likes making friends best.

Xia Tuo kept thinking in his heart, thinking about how to tie the old man Feng Xian to his boat.

"He was watching Elder Shao farming the land under the tribal hill."

The deer spread his hands, revealing a touch of helplessness. The old man just knows how to play. Once he came to the Xia tribe, he didn't see anything in his eyes, but he just looked at the food grown by the tribe.

"Go, let's go and see."

Xia Tuo took the deer to the edge of the tribe mountain, looked down the mountain, and suddenly saw the old man lying on his stomach in a green crop field.

No way, it's all a group of women and girls, and there is such an old man, which is very astounding.

...

At this moment, the old man Feng Xian was lying under a corn plant, and his head was about to eat the soil. He stretched out his large hand covered with folds, grabbed a handful of soil from the roots of the corn, placed it in his palm, and closed his eyes. .

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in the depths of his pupils.

Spiritual power.

Using spiritual power to configure ordinary weeds, such continuous selection from generation to generation, then the spiritual grass can eventually be cultivated.

The old man Fengxian knows corn and soil potatoes naturally, and he knows that he can fill his stomach, but that's it. What else can be done except that the wild people in the depths of the mountains who can't eat enough to fill their stomachs?

So, in his eyes this is weeds.

The Xia tribe actually arranged a witch formation to stimulate spiritual power to cultivate weeds. It was very good and powerful.

Not only that, he thought he had seen a deeper meaning. If he really cultivated corn and soil potatoes that contained spirituality, then the cultivation of the tribe would naturally not need to focus on hunting and eating meat.

And compared to going out hunting, planting this can be safer. Planting spirit rice around the entire tribe can completely cultivate more fighters.

The Palace of Humanity is truly worthy!

Seek the past and ask the present, follow the footsteps of the ancestors, and reproduce the prosperity of the human race!

From this point of view, see the big from the small, the palace is well-deserved!

Shao Ming looked at the old man who was twitching constantly in the field. She was a little unclear. Therefore, she drove a few young girls who were laughing not far away, lest he annoyed the old man.

What the deer said, this is a distinguished guest of the patriarch.

The noble guest of the patriarch is the noble guest of the tribe, and cannot make the distinguished guest angry.

Naturally, Feng Xian didn't care about the stealth of a girl in the distance. He was so old, and his face was thicker than cowhide, so he wouldn't care about a few little girls.

He spilled the mud in his hands and turned to look at Shao Ming.

"Little girl, what if your witch formation is broken?"

Although he was a little dissatisfied with the old man calling himself a little girl, Shao Ming stepped forward.

"The sorcerer will come to inspect these mud."

Feng Xian couldn't believe it. He wondered if he had heard it wrong. He remembered that witches were very arrogant. Even the kind witches were mostly immersed in their own practice and rarely took care of trivial matters other than witchcraft. .

Could it be that I have been accustomed to wandering alone for many years, and the rules in the tribe have changed?

"Of course, these were arranged by the witches in the witch hall. It took ten days."

Looking at Shao Ming's natural expression, without the slightest deception, Feng Xian felt that things were not that simple.

Just kidding, in such a large area, it only took ten days to set up all the witch formations. Is it possible that the witches of the Xia tribe have eight hands, or your witch is a great witch.

I heard that there is an octopus in the Tuze Giant Lake. It can spit ink and use its eight claws to catch fish.

"Our tribe has three sorcerers, more than 20 high-level sorcerers, and more than one hundred middle and low-level sorcerers. If we can't finish setting up the sorcerer formation in this place in ten days, our patriarch would have jumped and scolded his mother."

Three sorcerers.

Twenty senior sorcerers.

More than one hundred middle and low-level sorcerers.

In an instant, Lei's old man was not light.

and many more!

Feng Xian opened his mouth, he thought he should ask the little brother.

More than a hundred sorcerers, sure not totem warriors.

...

"Brother."

Under the tribe hill, Xia Tuo personally ran down the hill to welcome him, and even his shoes almost ran away.

"Little brother."

"..."

Xia Tuo opened his mouth.

The demon who said he was little last time was cut by him.

"Little brother, what is going on?" Old Feng Xian asked Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo figured out the whole story, looked at the old man Feng Xian and said, "Is there any problem?"

Shao Ming: Is there any problem?

Lu: Is there any problem?"

A crowd of girls from the clan who came up looked at the old man Feng Xian with wide eyes.

Any questions?

There are more than one hundred sorcerers in our Xia tribe. Is there any problem with this?

We can’t talk about strength, but the quality is not good and the quantity can be combined.

By the way, I forgot to say that after Wudian succeeded in being promoted to the sorcerer, the snail who was stimulated and ran deep in the forest was also promoted to the sorcerer and returned.

Moreover, the witchcraft he practiced is the most cruel and tyrannical witchcraft among many witchcraft, that is, the type of witchcraft that specializes in hiding in dark corners to curse from seven orifices bleeding, eight orifices discharge pus, and the whole body turns into blood.

For a time, when so many people looked at him in surprise, Feng Xian blushed.

no problem?

Is it okay?

He had never heard that the witches of that tribe could be arranged in ten rows and ten columns, with a remainder.

No, I have never heard of a tribe with a handful of witches.

Brother, it works!

Xia Tuo took the old man Feng Xian's arm and walked towards the mountain, and then said: "Brother, brother, I want to kill you."

Being dragged by Xia Tuo, Feng Xian followed Xia Tuo along the winding mountain road towards the mountain, while walking the wind while looking around, but he still didn't recover from what happened just now, the dignified Tianmai warrior, unexpectedly Despised by so many people.

The old man Feng, who arrogantly walked south through the northern wolf den and took a nap, was actually despised by the savages he had seen before in a mountain valley.

"Brother, it really deserves to have come out of the Hall of People. Brother, I really admire it."

At this moment, Feng Xian suddenly saw Xia Tuo's expression, from full of smile, to full face, then to gloomy, and finally gave a bitter smile, staggered, full of grief, and the circles of his eyes suddenly became red. .

This……

For a time, Fengxian was a rousing spirit, no way.

Xia Tuo rubbed his face, forced his spirits, and said, "Go, brother, you come to my Xia tribe brother, I'm happy, I must have a good meal tonight, and then my brother will rest in the tribe for a few days."

Finish the ball.

Feng Xian's heart suddenly sank. Why did he come to Xia Tribe to look for Xia Tuo? Isn't it just to join the Human Palace. For this reason, he made a one-year appointment. Xia Tuo will not mention it now.

This must be over.

For a time, the old man Feng was a little panicked.

Is he not qualified?

Also, Little Brother Xia has not seen him for a year, and he is already a Celestial Realm Warrior.

He was stumbling for hundreds of years and was still in the Heavenly Vein Realm.

Um~~

Suddenly, the old man Feng Xian's eyes widened.

Xia Tuo became a Celestial Realm Warrior.

Damn, autistic.

The old man Feng Xian exploded in his heart, saying that he was really old, and he was also regarded as a person in the Tuze Wasteland. After this wasteland, who would know him Fengxian.

Just as the old man Feng was replenishing his mind, Xia Tuo's sad voice came.

"Brother brother, I'm sorry for you, I didn't fulfill your request."

"Little brother, brother, I've spent so many years, this bit of a blow can still be withstood, there are many strong people in the palace, the old man is a bad old man, and he tried to earn some points. It's greedy. Do not blame you."

For a time, the old and the young looked at each other.

"Brother."

"Little brother."

...

"cough."

Xia Tuo immediately coughed with excuses, although his expression turned into sorrow again.

This is a confrontation, and he must make this old man lame.

When he came to the southern cliff on the top of the tribe mountain, Xia Tuo didn't go anymore. He stood on the cliff, whistling against the sky, with his hair scattered and his back facing Fengxian.

Brewing emotions...

"Brother, I won't hide it from you, the palace is gone."

what!

Feng Xian was taken aback and stared at Xia Tuo with wide eyes. He suspected Xia Tuo was teasing him, but there was no evidence.

He needs an explanation.

Xia Tuo knew that Feng Xian would definitely stare at him. He stood with his hand held up, straightened his waist, and took out the Zhu Yao order from his arms. There was a faint blush on the Zhu Yao order, and he raised his shoulders. The blush spread out over the surrounding area of ​​several meters.

"From the beginning, I asked the Yu tribe to say goodbye. In the past nearly one year, I have killed two monsters only with my little brother. One of them controlled a large tribe of my human race. I almost left my little brother in the depths of the Eternal Mountain Range. ."

Killed two demon.

In an instant, Fengxian started the crazy brain-filling mode.