The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Since its birth, witchcraft has not been a mysterious art that everyone can practice. It can be said that witchcraft is one of the talented people in the world.

And among those who are selected from a hundred miles to have the talent for witch cultivation, every time they are promoted, they will be able to scoring ninety-nine percent. Those who can truly cultivate to the wizard realm can be said to be one out of thousands, not to mention the wizard realm or the witchcraft realm. .

In contrast, martial arts training also requires talent, but everyone can do it, and the huge number of human races has established the number of martial artists.

In addition, the shaman assumed the role of sacrifice, smelting, formation, etc. on the wasteland, and the position of the shaman in the great wasteland was long ago.

In Xia Tuo's view, the wizard was similar to those scientists in his previous life, except that the wasteland was a world of high martial arts, and the heaven and earth that the wizard had understood were ups and downs.

It is precisely because wizards are the inheritors and creators of the civilization of the wasteland human race that they should take care of the people's livelihood even more, not only feel the truth of the world, but also be able to lean down to see the suffering of ordinary human races.

For a while, the clan palace seemed a little quiet, Xia Tuo's words not only horrified the witch cultivators under the clan court, but also everyone else.

In the final analysis, it is still a habit formed by the inheritance of human races from generation to generation after a long time.

The shaman is the art of sacrifice, the art of smelting, the art of spying on the good fortune of the heavens and the earth, how can it be connected with the mud legs.

Make a plow?

This will not work.

The coffin board of the senior wizard will not be able to hold it down.

The obstacle was something Xia Tuo hadn't anticipated before, but this wasn't a big problem, after all, Da Xia was not a traditional tribe in the wasteland.

What the Daxia clan pays attention to is the centralized clan, and the will of the clan owner is the will of the entire clan.

Everyone may not understand it, or even repel it in their hearts, but the clan leader’s edict must be executed. There is no doubt about this.

After pondering for a while, Xia Tuo looked at Hunkong and said: "When we were still in the Northwest, the Witch Courtyard built a flying boat to make the connection between the cities more convenient. This flying boat is for the benefit of ordinary people. Witchcraft."

"Clan Lord." Hun Kong said, hesitatingly: "Feizhou is a flying boat. How can you compare flying boat and sledge with each other? There is no comparison."

Hunkong's words actually represent the arrogance in the heart of the witch cultivator, who feels that it is better than the warrior from beginning to end, and refining farm tools for ordinary people is a surrender.

Sorcerers cannot be willing to fall, this is a matter of glory.

"The purpose of refining flying boats is for the convenience of ordinary people, and it is different from refining plows for ordinary people to farm."

Hun Kong looked startled, biting and saying, "That's different."

After hearing this, Xia Tuo couldn't help but chuckle. This is a question of elegance and vulgarity. The flying boat is elegant in the sky, and the plow plowing on the ground is vulgar to the witch cultivator.

After that, he looked at the dark fire that he had not said before, and said: "Nether fire enshrinement, you previously held the refining pavilion, how do you think about the refining of farm tools and witches?"

Ming Huo glanced at Hun Kong and said in deep thought: "The clan master, since he stepped into the refining group, he has refined all weapons. I really don't know how to refining farm tools."

Minghuo's words can be said to be extremely tactful. He didn't dare to touch Xia Tuo's brows, but he also said tactfully, the patriarch I can only refine weapons.

Farm tools, I can't.

As for whether it will work, you have the final say

In fact, the refining of farm tools really doesn't have much witchcraft content. Based on the current accumulation of the Daxia clan, it is easy to refine some small witchcraft.

The words of Hun Kong and Underworld are enough to represent the general attitude of the witch cultivators in the Great Wilderness today, that they are superior to others and appreciate the heaven and the heart.

In layman's terms, it is old and stubborn.

It is difficult to change old stubborn thoughts. Today, there are a few people in the hall. When they leave the hall and face the entire Daxia, there will be many witch cultivators.

This is a habit developed over a long period of time and cannot be changed in a short time.

So Xia Tuo didn't bother to talk, the more he said, the harder he would be.

Of course, not arguing does not mean that things are not done. Then Xia Tuo changed his voice and said: "Now that the clan has imitated the witch formation, is it possible to make the witch formation smaller?

For example, if a central communication hall is placed in a city, the related communication tokens can be divided into thousands. All the people living in this city can communicate in time within the city with this token in their hands. ."

Xia Tuo's words made Hun Kong's face contemplative. After thinking for a while, he said: "The Hui master, with the current reserves of the Witch Academy, you can try to develop it."

"how long."

Hearing the sound, Hun Kong glanced at Xia Tuo. He didn't expect Xia Tuo to be so anxious. He thought about it. Now the clan already has the power to imitate the witch formation of the message, the clan leader's request is just to increase the message. This is totally feasible.

"Two years."

"Okay." Xia Tuo nodded. He could see that this group of witch cultivators was definitely a group of sloppy donkeys, holding them back and going backwards.

The magnification of this transmission witch formation and the addition of transmission tokens are also for the convenience of ordinary people. In his opinion, it is no different from popularizing farm tools.

Sure enough, the witch repairer's brain circuit is very strange.

Since the old oilers in the Witch Academy were not willing to behave in a humble position, he didn't bother to correct them.

Who is he, the lord of the Daxia clan, no, the lord of the Daxia Academy, Daxia has cultivated more dolls over the years.

Witchcraft farm tools and witchcraft animal vehicles, how much witchcraft content these things can have, directly let young people do it.

How good the young people are, they have not experienced the severe beatings of the wild environment, and have not been poisoned by the witchcraft inheritance on the wasteland. This has saved much.

After asking the witch courtyard to improve the communication witch formation, Xia Tuo ended this clan discussion. In the past, his eyes fell on improving his strength and dealing with various forces.

After thinking about it this time, Xia Tuo felt more and more that according to the legacy of the Great Wilderness, it shouldn't be so barren.

The reason why the human race can become the master of the wasteland is because the human race has wisdom and can use various tools.

However, the result of the development is surprising, primitive and barren, with spar and beast core in the wild, these are all energy sources.

With energy, various tools can be made to improve production efficiency, but these have not even been seen in Dahuang.

Even for the cultivation of tribesmen, such as cracking rocks and opening mountains at low levels, these can be divided systematically, and the power can be quantified, and then the cultivation system can be further reformed.

Since Yankang, after the human race visualized totems, the cultivation system has not changed for a long time.

Not to change is not bad, but the human race is developing, and holding the grace of the ancestors is not necessarily suitable for you.

For so many years, the various parties of witchcraft should have been innovating, but there has been no movement.

After returning to the Xia Garden, Xia Tuo thought about it for a long time. If he wanted to reform, he would rely on the people of the Daxia Clan for fear that there would be a lot of waves and elbows. The baptism of the years.

To reform, we must rely on the young blood of the Daxia Academy.

After thinking about this, Xia Tuo quietly exchanged Qiao'er, and secretly told Qiao'er, and the two discussed it until the evening.

In the evening, Qiao'er stayed in Xia Yuan for dinner, which made Qian Yuan and Yu Lian very happy.

He quietly ordered Qiaoer to select a group of people in the academy and clan court.

When it comes to witchcraft and martial arts, it can be an apprentice or wizard in a witch school, an ordinary farmer in the wasteland, or even an ordinary person under the rule of the family court.

Xia Tuo made his own thoughts very clear, and this group of people is to become the mainstay of reforming the Daxia clan and bringing forth new ones.

Their strength may not be high, but they must not have inherent thinking.

This reform involves agriculture, breeding, livelihood tools, martial arts, witchcraft, medicine, etc.

As long as these people can make achievements, they can reform the Witch Academy.

In the past hundreds of years, the Daxia Li clan has continuously recruited wizards from all sides, and finally put together the witch courtyard, but because of the piecing together, various constraints have been formed inside the witch courtyard.

Right now, it has also reached a level of change. This change is purely for the Witch Academy to better adapt to the development of Daxia and strip away the decadent breath.

"Well, seeing you frowning today, don't the people in the clan court dare to provoke you, the lord of the clan?"

In the dormitory, Jian Lian looked at Xia Tuo, who was meditating after sitting on the wooden table, and said: "Is the courtyard really rebelling against you today? I don't think the courtyard is intentional. Hunkong courtyard can say yes. Hard work and no complaints, for the clan..."

"Okay." Hearing Jian Li's words, Xia Tuo chuckled and said, "I am the kind of cruel master. Do I have to suppress even the strange sounds in the clan court?"

"We Daxia has developed to the point where it is today, it can be said that we rely on patchwork."

"Punch~" Jian Liao was amused by the word Xia Tuo used, and Da Xia was so unbearable.

"The reason why we have been able to develop to where we are today is that one is that there is no bloodline to accommodate the warriors of the four directions, and the other is that the internal power of the clan is centralized and the old family is attacked.

Now looking at the entire frontier desert, I would like to ask if there is a Hou Tribe that can occupy a vast territory like our Daxia.

This is where our strength lies. If we want to maintain it, we must go further."

After pondering for a while, Xia Tuo got up and walked toward the depths of the sleeping hall. Things didn't happen overnight.

...

In a blink of an eye, half a year passed. During this more than half a year, Xia Tuo did not deal with other things, except for daily practice, he was paying attention to the Yin God Realm.

The effect of the Yang clan’s sacrifice for more than half a year is still very significant. The dead souls of the Heavenly Fire Palace in the Yin God Realm have somewhat restored their clear mind.

In addition, he enchanted several land gods, as well as two city gods. The land sits in a town and one settlement, and the city god sits in a city, with different strengths.

As for the inheritance of Wang Bing, Xia Yu was still not in a hurry. He was willing to be willing to give up. The dead of Tianhuo Palace were in his hands, and he was afraid that Wang Bing would run away.

He was waiting for the undead of the Heavenly Fire Palace to be completely marked by Daxia, when the ghost was his, and Wang Bing was willing to give it to him.

I have to say that not everyone can call old silver coins.

On this day, the snail came from outside and entered the summer garden, interrupting Xia Tuo who was teaching his children to practice.

Originally, when the snails did not arrive, the Xia Yuan could be said to be jumping animals, but outsiders did not see the grand Xia clan leader, and jumped anxiously.

I think that Xia is not a genius, but at least he has cultivated to the ground, and his cub is so stupid that he can't even beat a set of punches.

Xia Tuo was frustrated.

It took so much effort to create such a little bastard.

"Daddy, the little brother is a little bunny, what are you."

There is also a troublemaker here.

"Sanliang, come and watch them punch." Finally, Xia Tuo directly asked Sanliang to watch the two little rascals practice.

"Father, I forgot that I am going to learn pharmacology today." Upon hearing the sound, Xia Yudi jumped up and ran outside the Xia Garden.

"Sister, wait for me."

Xia Qianyuan ran to the gate and saw the two or two holding the small pointer in his hand, and his face suddenly became bitter.

"Patriarch."

After watching Xia Tuo enter the stone pavilion, Luo opened his mouth and said: "Recently, the warriors of the Que Ling clan have come to Phoenix City very frequently. I have already heard the news that many of the Que Ling clan's children have joined Hu Benwei."

"The Que Ling clan is still jumping." Xia Tuo was taken aback when he heard the sound. He didn't bother with the Que Ling clan. He didn't expect that the magpie was flexible and happy.

"What's happening to the others?"

"After the east demon clan clings to the front line of the Eastern Territory, they have nothing to do with the exception of bringing in some rabble little demons from the Umbral Territory."

"The Southern Boundary Clan built a few heavenly gates along the border, and sent supernatural powers to garrison."

"Bian Huanghu Benwei has a new Tiger Benwei. It is still the previous cold moon, but he has already been promoted to the realm of development."

Xia Tuo showed a hint of thoughts, but he has not eaten up all these years, and now it is time to reduce interest.

"You come, you find a place, choose a little doll..." Xia Tuo said to the conch.

Soon, Xia Tuo waved his hand, and a mysterious yellow spear appeared in his hand.

Euphorbia has lost most of its spirituality, and the surface is covered with half-step cracks. If you carefully sense it, these cracks have penetrated into the depths of the Euphorbia.

This big halberd is the ancestor of the magpie spirit. The dignified ancestor of the magpie spirit has lived for two lives.

With this big halberd, Conch leaves the summer garden, Shiting Zhong Xia Tuo watched Conch leave with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Wouldn't it be cheaper for Que Ling to just ask for revenge.

...

Three months later, in a small tribe of 2,000 people in the northwest of Zhurongyu, a 16-year-old boy was accidentally chased by a fierce beast and fell into the cliff when he was out hunting.

When the young man was rescued by his clan, he had fallen into a coma and had not regained consciousness for three days.

Ancient willow settlement, in a broken thatched cottage.

The deer head, who had been asleep for three days and three nights, was lying on his bald animal skin. His stone house was already leaking, and the house could be said to be impoverished.

"Retribution, this little boy has lost his parents since he was a child, and the people in the clan are everywhere.

"It deserves it, this little boy dared to steal the tribute from the temple, the great totem punished him."

"I think it's better to die, or in addition to bullying people from the clan and robbing people from the clan, he has never done a good thing."

...

Everyone who passed by the stone house would murmur quietly.

"I don't think I should save him back. It's been three days, and he still breathes. It's really hard. No wonder he killed his parents."

Inside the stone house, the front of the deer's head was bloodied, and the unconscious body twitched lightly, frowning.

"Hmm~"

"The ancestor of Magpie Ling~"

"Who am I~"

"I am a deer head."

"No, I am not a deer head, I am the ancestor of the Que Ling clan."

"This is my Euphorbia, why can't I remember it."

The deer head lying on the animal skin frowned, his body twitching constantly, and his head shaking.

"I am a deer head."

"No, no, I am the ancestor of Magpie Spirit."

"I am the ancestor of Magpie Spirit, and I am the ancestor of Magpie Spirit."

Blasting his head as if exploded, the deer head suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar.

"I am the ancestor of Magpie Spirit."

Suddenly, in Gu Liu's settlement, he was startled by this voice. What kind of madness was this little boy!

ps no more today

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