The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"Fat brother."

"Fat brother."

Xia Tuo and Qiaoer whispered to the collapsed Fat Fu, but Fat Brother seemed to be really salty, lying motionless on the stone bed.

He clutched the jade pendant that was already full of fine cracks tightly in his hand, and he muttered in his mouth, but there was no sound.

"Uncle, my fat brother is dead."

Qiao'er stretched out her hand and shook Fat Fu violently, but Fat Brother didn't show any agility despite his body shaking, and her eyes were gray.

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Yujue, representing the identity of the ancient Tao Zhu family, was shattered, and he lost his identity as a descendant of the Tao Zhu family.

In fact, he has long lost his identity as a descendant of the Tao Zhu family, but he did not give up, the first time, the second time, the third time, and the fourth time. How could there be such a chance in the test of the Tao Zhu family, but he never died. Heart only.

Xia Tuo dragged the fat brother to lean on the wall and patted his face. Unfortunately, he still had a pair of godless eyes, and he didn't even bother to move at a glance.

"Uncle, since the fat brother has been expelled from the clan, let's take him in."

Qiao'er tilted her head and said after thinking about it. She thought it would be good for Fat Brother to join the Xia tribe. After all, the Xia tribe is a gathering of many people without home.

It’s easy to take in Fat Brother. For Xia Tuo, Fat Brother is kind to him. Let’s not talk about the spiritual roots. It is just the bone marrow of the fierce beast that allowed him to open up four heavenly veins in one fell swoop. For his cultivation, he will be rewarded for this grace.

People are easy to harvest, how can they call back their soul?

This is very difficult.

The grief is greater than the death of a heart. If a person loses the faith condensed in the blood line, it is equivalent to completely losing his faith and becoming a stinky salted fish.

"Uncle, you are the best, you must have a way."

Qiao'er looked at Xia Tuo blankly with big eyes. Xia Tuo thought for a while and glanced at the sluggish fat brother. He said to Qiao'er three people: "You should wait for me outside the door first."

Qiao'er obediently jumped off the stone bed and poked her head from the gap in the door that was about to be completely closed and said, "Uncle, you are the best."

Xia Tuo sat on the stone bed and shook Fat Brother's body. Fat Brother's slightly raised his head and grinned at him. He became a salted fish again.

He held the crumbs made by Yu Jue in his hands, and there was pain in his eyes.

"Fat brother, you have been expelled from the tribe, right!"

Hearing this, the fat brother looked up mechanically and nodded again."

"Your tribe is very powerful?"

The fat brother nodded again.

Seeing the response from Fat Brother, Xia Tuo breathed a sigh of relief, not afraid that the salted fish would be salty and smelly, but that the salted fish would completely lose his dream. Even the salted fish must be determined to be the smelliest salted fish.

"How powerful is that, better than the Black Crow Tribe?"

There was a touch of contempt at the corners of Fat Brother's mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"Ants."

Understood, the Black Crow Tribe is more ants than Tao Zhu's.

"Which is better than the former Wangu tribe."

Ever since, Xia Tuo thought about it and wanted to compare it with the most powerful tribe he knew.

"Ants."

Compared with Tao Zhu's family, Wan Gu Tribe is also an ant.

Now Xia Tuo looked at Fat Brother. He had nothing to compare. He was really incomprehensible. He couldn't tell that Fat Brother was not good enough, but he was born very well.

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo sat up straight, facing the fat brother, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

"Fat brother, look at me!"

Xia Tuo looked formal and said, "I'll tell you a story."

"A thirty~~~"

Suddenly he paused, feeling that the story had to be adapted to local conditions and follow the laws of development of each world, so he continued: "A story about three hundred years in the east of the Hexi and three hundred years in the west of the Hexi!"

"In the wild land, one is called..."

...

There was a glimmer of light in Fat Brother's eyes, and he grabbed Xia Tuo's hand and asked hurriedly: "What you said is true!"

"True, true!"

Xia Tuo nodded seriously.

"Fat brother, you can do too. Don't bully the young and poor. No, don't bully our fat brother. Don't bully our fat brother. Three hundred years in the east and three hundred years in the Hexi, today they love you and ignore you, tomorrow they can't afford it. "

Xia Tuo talked loudly, and he was so excited that he almost pulled Wang Dahammer out. Fortunately, it was quite suitable, and the salted fish turned over.

Bah la.

Fat brother tore off a piece of animal skin from his body, wrapped the jade slag in his hand, and stuffed it into his arms. He leaned against the wall and spread out his body.

"We Tao Zhushi." At this point, there was another sorrowful smile on his face.

"The Tao Zhu clan is very far away from the wasteland. As descendants of the Tao Zhu clan, they all need to leave the tribe and be tested.

In fact, there is only one chance for the real test. If the test is not completed, I will be expelled from the tribe. I have long since failed, but the identity jade has not completely shattered. I always have a fluke, thinking that I can pass the test. heart."

"Because of some reasons, I was banished to this remote and desolate land where civilization is incomplete, but I feel sick and pity the person you mentioned. Can I really go back and slap them in the face?"

"Fat brother, of course, you are as good as Uncle."

Qiao'er pushed open the Shimen, saw that the fat fish was no longer the same as before, and said with a smile.

"Thanks to Qiao'er this time, or else I will die."

Qiao'er blinked her big eyes and looked at Fat Fu, and said obediently: "Brother Fatty, come to our tribe."

"Your tribe."

"To the Eternal Mountain Range, Daxia Tribe, I, Xia Qiaoer, Daxia Tribe High Priest!"

Qiao'er spoke to Fat Fu with an air of arrogance.

"High priest?"

Fat Fu shook his head lightly, and then said, "Since the eternal tribe of the Eternal Mountain Range was destroyed, no one was born. How could your tribe have a high priest?"

Only the tribes above the uncle can be qualified as high priests.

"Humph!"

Qiao'er wrinkled her little nose, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Qiao'er is the high priest. At this time, Totem told Qiao'er."

"Pang Brother Three Hundred Years in Hedong...Xia Tribe can definitely become Bo Bu."

Xia Tuo blinked at Fat Fu and said, "Is that right?"

Thinking that my goal is to go back and trample on those who look down on him, what is it to lead a tribe into a prince.

"Correct."

The fat brother replied that he was the one who wanted to kill the Tao Zhu family's ancestral land.

"Brother Fat, you join Qiao'er's tribe, Qiao'er is very happy."

Qiaoer pushed the fat brother's body and shouted excitedly.

"Well, a few days off, we are back to the tribe."

Seeing Fat Brother's somewhat pale face, Xia Tuo took Qiao'er and left the stone house, and once again spent a few beast cores, opened several stone houses for Qiao'er to settle down.

It can be seen that this time it has dealt a big blow to Fat Brother's soul. The depression in his heart is not something he can enlighten with a single story. He needs to come out of depression.

In the stone house, he released the corpse of the slayed Dove.

Thanks to the thunder that Qiaoer finally triggered, this kind-looking old man finally turned black, and he grabbed the old man's right finger.

Cang!

Xia Tuo withdrew his hand abruptly with the crisp sound of golden and iron symphony, he saw the crystal blood bead squeezed out of the direct finger.

I couldn't help feeling that the sharp knives were so sharp. Five small knives the size of nails, thin as cicada wings, and transparent materials appeared in his palm.

Buzzing!

At this moment, the five finger knives radiated silver light, floating in his palm. Since the finger knives had just pierced the fingers, the finger knives recognized the Lord.

Blood soldier.

Guixu fingering.

These five small blades, which cannot be smaller, are blood soldiers. These are not the bronze soldiers built by the tribal war department, but the real magic weapon.

Blood soldiers and psychics have been passed down from generation to generation, and Xia Tuo also got a knife technique about Guixu's finger knife.

In general, this is a very awesome weapon, and it did not exert its due power in the hands of Jiudi, but it was the first time he saw such a small weapon.

He turned over on Jiudi again and found a pair of animal skin scrolls, but unfortunately the contents of the scroll had long been vague, except for an animal core in a bag of animal skins.

Oh howl.

Pour the beast nucleus in his hand, most of which are semi-pure state and pure blood essence beast nuclei, and there are only a few beast nuclei in the mixed blood state.

Fifty-five semi-pure blood state beast cores, 12 pure blood state beast cores.

Just when Xia Tuo was about to take the old guy back into the storage space, he looked at his almost half-focused body, showing a thought.

Somewhat weird.

He suddenly found that the calf of his left leg was swollen a little bit more than the calf of his right leg. He took out a copper sword from the space and tore open the animal skin on the calf of his left leg, revealing a raised scar.

This scar was very strange, straight from top to bottom. He didn't hesitate to cut it open with a bronze sword. It was dripping with blood, revealing a bead, shining with crystals, stained blood and not stained.

"What the hell is this."

Xia Tuo suddenly became interested in something that was hidden in the flesh and blood by a Celestial Vessel Martial Artist.

"Uncle."

At this time, Qiao'er's voice sounded, and Xia Tuo put away the bones of Jiudi and opened the Shimen."

"Uncle, what are you doing, let's go out..."

Qiao'er suddenly saw the bead in Xia Tuo's hand, and suddenly couldn't help but ask.

"What is this?"

Xia Tuo threw the beads in her hand to Qiao'er, and said aloud, "I got it from that old man."

Qiao'er pinched the bead and looked at it. There was a hint of blue light in the pupils of the big eyes, and she looked inside the bead.

"Uncle, this is the inheritance of witchcraft."

The glaucoma in Qiao'er's eyes penetrated the beads and saw illusory witch charms in the inner world of the beads. The beads were induced to drop a beam of light, and witch charms appeared on the stone wall.

Soon, Qiao'er took back her eyes and threw it to Xia Tuo indifferently.

"I've got some witchcraft from Wuwu. This is a curse witchcraft, which is just right for Brother Luo."

When Jing Qiao'er said this, Xia Tuo was surprised. Could it be that he was lucky, how he went out to pick up good things.

This is a coincidence.