The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

At the foot of the Tianlu Mountain, after hearing Xia Tuo's words, Duan Heng Dao was startled at first, then smiled bitterly.

He has been repairing the knife for hundreds of years, and has long been carved into the bones of Dao Yun, struggling to pursue the perfect knife shape. Previously in Lingzhou, Xia Tuo had said this to him when he conquered the golden great ape.

But the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. As the pinnacle warrior of the gods, he has been up and down in this state for a hundred years, and he has sharpened his sword. It is no longer something that can completely explain the confusion in a few words.

Xia Tuo can also understand this. This is the so-called deep-rooted warrior, who has pursued the sword intent for hundreds of years. He has long been determined to be like iron. What is not good is that the stones in the pit are smelly and hard. .

In other words, Duan Heng Dao knew that his path was wrong, but he still couldn't squeeze his heart. Once he practiced, this idea would come out uncontrollably.

Of course, this also means that the more martial arts practiced to a very high level, the martial artist's mind will become more solid like a god, and he will not be surprised when the sky falls.

Unfortunately, this situation, for Duan Heng Dao, has become an obstacle to his martial arts.

"The martial arts are like a ladder. Each stone step is like a realm, and each realm has a corresponding limit. If you want to evolve a sword talisman in the gods, this is not too high, but your limit is not allowed. You have realized the sword talisman in this realm, not only because of physical limitations, but also blocking the subsequent transformation."

Xia Tuo condensed his mind and said to the broken cross knife. He saw the situation of broken cross knife clearly. The so-called bystander is clear, he is the bystander.

The martial artist's own talents are different, and the limits are naturally different. For example, he usually comprehends Dao Talisman in advance when he is at the peak of the Divine Tibetan Realm. Of course, there are many opportunities for this.

However, the limit of talent of Duan Heng Sword is not enough to comprehend the Dao Talisman in this realm. Only when it is promoted to the supernatural power realm, the rhyme of the sword that has been comprehended can be formed into a sword talisman.

"You have to understand that if you don't take this step, both the sword talisman and the realm will stop in front of the supernatural power realm. Only by stepping out can you understand a deeper sword way."

He smiled bitterly with the broken cross knife, why didn't he understand that it was easy to shake the mountain, and the idea of ​​condensing a perfect knife shape had long been ingrained in his mind. Whenever he wanted to make up his mind to abandon this idea for promotion, he would be affected. .

The mind is chaotic, how to retreat and break the supernatural powers.

"I will mobilize the Daxia Clan Movement to help you."

Suddenly, Xia Tuo didn't say much anymore. Since relying on the strength of Xianhengdao, he could not get rid of his deep-rooted thoughts, so he could only use external force to help him.

From this point of view, the power of will is really good and bad, and it varies from person to person.

Soon Duan Heng Knife sat at the foot of Tianlu Mountain. As for the top of Tianlu Mountain, he could not go up. Even at the bottom of the mountain, the bottom was the vein of Daxia, and the sky above was the scene of Daxia clan luck, suppress him. Divine Tibetan Realm is more than enough.

The purple gas rolled over the ocean, and the purple gas poured down like a long river, covering the figure of the broken cross knife. Xia Tuo Transmitted the sound and asked him to mobilize the Daxia clan to suppress the deep-rooted idea of ​​broken cross knife.

In fact, his thoughts have evolved into evil thoughts. If this is going on for a long time, Broken Hengdao will go into anger, causing serious injuries, and playing with fire.

Before long, Qiao'er appeared aside.

"Uncle, the golden veins have fallen."

Hearing that, Xia Tuo showed a touch of joy, and this guy finally had good news.

"where is it?"

"I'm still positioning. In the Northern Jinyang uncle, this is a tribe at the pinnacle of the uncle. If it weren't for the demon chaos, this uncle would be promoted to the rank."

Having said this, Qiao'er seemed to be a little angry, frowned, and then said: "I noticed that there should still be thoughts in the veins of the Jinyang uncle's department, and has the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil. I haven't caught it several times. ."

"Spiritual."

Hearing that, Xia Tuo pondered, this was a little difficult, what he needed was the spiritual veins of death, and the best was the spiritual crystal.

"Follow the old method and mobilize people to dig. Even if you have spirituality, you can't get out of the original Jinyang Bo tribe."

"I know."

Qiao'er nodded and did not speak any more, but her beautiful eyes flowed, looking at the broken cross knife that was enveloped by purple air.

"Uncle, in the remaining towns of the peak of the Divine Hidden Realm, I think the three elders Huo Wuwang, Long Xiangsheng, and He Ge have the possibility of being promoted to the Divine Transcendence Realm. I am afraid that the elder Huo Lingyun has little chance."

"To carry Daxia's luck, both prosperity and prosperity will be lost. Since receiving the silk seal, they have already set foot on Daxia's chariot. The good luck depends on them."

Xia Tuo said softly, Qiao'er's words were true, but the chances of the other few being promoted to the supernatural power stage were worse than that of Broken Hengdao.

"By the way, Uncle, after I came back, I heard that a good seedling was collected in the witch courtyard. At a young age, relying on the realm of witchcraft, I configured a witch medicine that can make the beasts and beasts sluggish. The wizard who has been for dozens of hundreds of years is very ashamed."

"Oh."

Xia Tuo quietly listened to Qiao'er's words, did not say anything, and did not rise to see the little guy's mind.

There is still a long way to go after a good seedling. If you can really stand out from the Daxia Yunyun people, one day you will appear in the Daxia Palace.

After chatting about some things in the clan, Qiao'er showed a solemn expression on her face.

"Uncle, I communicated the clan luck. Our foundation in Daxia is a bit unstable. We have weak control over the area of ​​the Sixth Path of the Northern Territory. Although the clan luck has increased a lot, it is still not stable enough."

Qiaoer said, she understood that Xia Tuo also saw this, so during the clan discussion, she would say that it would take twenty years to stabilize the existing city, and a hundred years to gradually gather the scattered people and build a new city. Control all the land in Liudao.

"Uncle, do you think we will have such a long time to stabilize our clan power?"

Hearing this, Xia Tuo shook his head slightly, and he was not sure how long the battle between the purple power, giant wood, and black dragon in the Northwest Territory would last, but it would not be too long.

The battle for several parts is completely different from Daxia. Daxia’s expansion requires the surname Xia even for the people and land, while the expansion of the three parts continues the system from ancient times to the present day. It only needs to make other uncles surrender. , What you want is nominal co-respect.

Therefore, it would take at least a hundred years for Daxia to conquer a place to be stable, but the three parts are completely unnecessary. As long as they have the name of common respect, they can give orders.

He was not in a hurry to take down the three tribes of Huashe, Qingyang, and Giant Spirit, because now Daxia has taken the Six Paths of the Northern Territory, his foundation is not stable, and there are not so many warriors in his hands to control the three tribes.

"Qiao'er, you can find the golden veins as soon as possible. If the golden veins are really not weak in intelligence, then they will gather the power of the whole clan, defeat them, and build the five elements spiritual veins.

"I know Uncle."

Qiao'er nodded and left the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo watched the silent Broken Cross Sword gradually calm down, and headed towards Xia Garden.

It seems that the time for Xuanhengdao to be promoted to the supernatural power realm will not be too short.

...

In the summer garden.

Li Li stood in the garden, and there were two people beside him Mu Hekang. Seeing Xia Tuo's arrival, Li's body trembled.

"Patriarch~"

While shrinking his head, he took a step back involuntarily.

Every time I saw Xia Tuo, Li felt a cold in his butt. Even if he was a warrior in the Divine Tibetan Realm now, this problem could not be corrected.

Seeing Li's appearance, Xia Tuo couldn't help but smile. It seems that the power of his patriarch can also be shown in Li, a big man.

Not easy.

After that, he greeted the three of them to sit down.

"Sit down, all of you are old people who followed me all the way, where are so many students."

"Hey, I know the patriarch will never forget me."

Li touched the back of his head, urn said.

"You bastard."

Li was not at all concerned about Xia Tuo's scolding.

"My mother-in-law called me the same way."

"Okay, have you received Xia Ge's edict?"

"Received."

"Ok."

"Patriarch, what does this salt wine road transporter do."

Li asked aloud: "I am still in charge of Yiwu Pavilion."

"The Bartering Pavilion has always been a small squabble. Now Daxia no longer needs to sell animal skins and bones, so you take your Bartering Pavilion to form a salt wine road."

"Siyan and Sijiu are Mu Hegeng's new positions, responsible for salt production and winemaking.

The salt industry will divide salt areas in the territory of Daxia, set up salt farms, and wood will control this matter.

As for the wine shop is still in Lingzhou, it is under the control of Kang. The annual taxation of spiritual rice in the Xinjiang library is piled up like a mountain. Except for the necessary reserves, the rest can be used for wine making and then supplied to the cities in Daxia.

The three of you spread the stall in the territory, and I have already ordered that no one or family in the territory is allowed to operate these two things. The salt wine road is completely monopolized.

Table salt is a necessity. It doesn't need to be too expensive. As for the drinks, you can have a higher price, or you can make a few more."

"Yes, patriarch, we understand."

"Patriarch, I retire."

"You fool, don't sell yourself."

Hearing that, Li, who had just walked two steps, staggered and his old face blushed. This was really what he had done before. Selling animal skins almost sold himself.

This sentence is of course a joke. Give the salt wine road to Li. Xia Tuo naturally has some consideration. Don't underestimate the salt wine. Seemingly inconspicuous things. Li is definitely an astonishing number, and he is really worried about giving it to others.

Li, this silly guy may be almost capable, but he wins in the honesty, he doesn't play any conspiracy and tricks, plus having a virtuous internal helper, and Mu and Kang, can completely make up for the lack of brain.

Then Xia Tuo recruited Hun Kong and Fat Brother again. Since the spirit crystal could not be produced in the territory, he could only think of a solution from outside, otherwise he would not have the money to build the city.

There is no other way but to sell the teleportation witch formation!

A small teleportation warrior starts at 300,000, and there is no market. Don't look at the rigorous investigation of the Great Yin King, but once a teleportation witch formation appears, the tribe will try to get it in the bag.

One at least 300,000, ten at least 3 million, one hundred is 30 million spirit crystals, one thousand...

Xia Tuo felt that this business was a bit dry.

The shining spirit crystal, the big Yin tiger is a hair.

Whoever dared to stop him from making money, he secretly killed someone.