The Strongest Tribe

There are five large bronze boxes, three of which are related to witchcraft, witchcraft and medicinal herb cultivation, and the rest are knowledge about smelting armor, captive breeding of wild animals and so on.

There are countless plants and trees in the barbaric land, and there are many kinds of elixir. Each kind of habit and medicinal properties are even more different. If you want to systematically summarize the habits of all medicinal herbs, I am afraid that no witch in the entire land can do it. After all, there are many types. Variants appear from time to time.

Therefore, for any tribe, the analysis of witchcraft is the most precious inheritance, because it has been continuously identified by generations of witches in the tribe, and it has taken a lifetime of hard work.

Once the witchcraft and medicine books in the copper box are completely absorbed by the Xia tribe, then for the Xia tribe, it is equivalent to saving hundreds of years of accumulation at once.

The Minister of War held a copper box and stared at the other people in the hall, for fear that others would come to snatch it from him.

The Minister of Agriculture also holds a few rolls of animal skins in his hands. He is opening one of the animal skins at the moment and is looking at it with interest. between evolution.

Great Elder, now there is a force-measuring totem pole in the tribe, which can allow the tribe to distinguish their strengths, and distinguish the tribe's tribe's power system as soon as possible.

yes.

The great elder got up and should be the Tao.

The main function of the force-measuring totem pole is to let the youngsters in the tribe test their own strength, whether they meet the standard to become a totem warrior.

The Xia Tribe has only gathered together for more than a year. To put it bluntly, all the members of the Du tribe are composed of a grass-roots team. Now that they have the totem force measuring column and the method of tempering, the foundation of the Zhan tribe has been established, and finally it can gradually become regular. .

Okay, let's go.

Forehead.

...

For a moment, all the impassioned elders were stunned as they were preparing to wait for the instructions of the patriarch.

This is gone?

This patriarch seems to be a little different.

After waving the elders to retreat, Xia Tuo summoned a few clansmen, and sent the remaining three copper boxes to the witch hall to hand over to the witch.

The witchcraft inherited by the Daqian tribe is very profound, including wishing witches, cursing witches, and even cursing witches.

Witchcraft is a very vast Tao, inclusive of thousands of things, with many branches.

Well, Xia Tuo didn't understand either.

So he didn't join in blindly, and handed over the classics to the clansmen, and left professional matters to professional people.

As for him, the patriarch, he is in control.

Well, there is another word to say...

Yes, from a high altitude.

good, very good.

Xia Tuo walked towards the Totem Hall with his hands behind his back. The reason why he asked the elders of the tribes to go back was because he suddenly remembered something. He also got a method of foundation building and tempering from the Daqian tribe.

Since the refining method and totem he obtained from the Yiya tribe can be optimized, can this refining method from the Daqian tribe also be optimized?

A year ago, he worked hard just to get a foundation-building and tempering method, and now that he is finally rich, he has two at once, should he use one or the other?

There is no way, it is so willful.

Woo, work.

Woo...hungry.

Wuwu rolled around in front of him, as if he would not work unless he was given food.

Rein Xiaoyu, let Elder Hong send a ferocious beast over.

Woo~~

Hearing it, Wuwu was instantly happy.

...

In the totem hall, the blue light flickered, and Xia Tuo's eyes shone with a faint light, and he looked into the depths of the totem pillar. In his eyes, he saw a blue light god in the totem pillar practicing. It was Daqian who had been refined. Tribal tempering method.

In contrast, the foundation-building method of pure blood from the Fangya tribe is far worse than the Fu Zang refining method of the Daqian tribe. It has to be said that the inheritance of hundreds of thousands of years in the middle tribe is no joke. He Xia The Horde is the joke.

After the blue light in his eyes dissipated, Xia Tuo rushed out of the totem hall at once.

Little fish!

Little fish, hurry up and get the animal skin scroll and animal blood.

Hey, here we come.

Rein Xiaoyu, who was guarding outside the totem hall, went crazy again when he saw his patriarch.

He ran out quickly on his legs and feet, and soon brought Xia Tuo the animal skin roll and animal blood.

In the stone house, Xia Tuo stained the animal blood with his fingers, and drew little figures on the spread out animal skins, and soon vivid little figures were printed on the animal skin rolls.

It has to be said that since he became a totem warrior, he found himself writing, oh, no, his painting skills have improved a lot, which is quite wild and wild.

Crash.

The dried animal skin roll looked very brittle, and it rattled in the hand, and the little figure imitated on the animal skin roll kept moving as the animal skin roll shook.

At this moment, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have four methods of foundation building and tempering, how about throwing away two?

He revealed a hint of thought, the improved pure blood foundation building method and viscera storage refining method should also be renamed.

Then he found two sets of animal skin scrolls from the stone bed, which were pure blood foundation-building methods.

He opened them one by one and began to observe them, and finally came to the conclusion that the pure blood foundation building method and the visceral essence refining method improved by the totem were not as good as before.

It is indeed a cultivation method from a middle-level tribe, and it has not been seen for a long time.

Rolling up the animal skin in his hand and putting it away, Xia Tuo shouted towards the outside of the house: Xin Xiaoyu, go to the Ministry of War to find a pinch of wolf hair, remember to ask for the best wolf hair on the wolf's tail, and then find a few hairs and your little finger Thick and thin bamboo.

Oh.

As an errand runner, Xiaoyu is still very serious.

He quickly came to the edge of the cliff, grabbed the vines and slid down. We don't know what kind of nerve the patriarch is, and we dare not ask.

That's right, Xia Tuo looked at his blood-stained fingers, and he wanted to make a brush.

Soon Xiaoyu came back, Xia Tuo grabbed a handful of white fluffy wolf hairs, and closed the stone door with a few bamboo sticks, leaving Xiaoyu alone, made a face outside the door, and then sat against the stone wall down.

He is now the patriarch's errand, and he needs to temper his body every day while following the patriarch's side. This is something that all the companions in the tribe are extremely envious of.

There is no way, we have this condition, we can follow the patriarch.

hey-hey.

After giggling for a while, Xiaoyu took out an animal skin bag from his bosom, and when he opened it, there was a tender leaf the size of a finger inside. the power of.

The only regret is that there is a limit to taking it. Once it is taken continuously, the effect will be reduced, and it will gradually disappear. Even so, the supply of quenching force grass is in short supply in the tribe.

Tilting his head to look at the leaf in his hand, Xiaoyu opened his mouth and swallowed it.

A few days ago, he seemed to have heard from the Great Elder that Aunt Shao of the Ministry of Agriculture seemed to be leading the tribe to cultivate Quenching Grass. Once successful, there would be no shortage of Quenching Grass in the clan.

...

As night fell, the stone house was opened, and Xia Tuo walked out of the stone house in a spirited manner, holding a writing brush in his hand, which of course belonged to the initial form.

Shock!

Patriarch Xia, who was able to chop bloody golden hair to death with a sword, couldn't even straighten a wolf's hair.

Walking out of the stone house, he headed towards the witch hall.

...

In the witch hall, the witch and five little guys were sorting out the witchcraft classics in the copper box. After Xia Tuo came in, the five little guys saluted and then threw themselves into it.

As for old man Wu, hey, he said without even raising his head: I have something to talk about, now I don't have time to talk to you.

At this moment, old man Wu's eyes are full of witchcraft classics, as for Xia Tuo~

Witchcraft is the way.

I……

Xia Tuo, who came to surprise Wu with joy, couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He forgot that the old man in front of him talked about nothing but witchcraft, and he was a master he didn't recognize.

This book of witchcraft was brought back by him with his clansman trekking through mountains and rivers. If there is no credit, there must be hard work.

Crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, unloading mills and killing donkeys, calling people Xiao Tiantian when they like them, and calling them Mrs. Niu when they don't like them...

cough~~

Thoughts drifted away.

Old man Wu hates it more than killing a donkey.

It really is a witch.

The old man Wu is very busy now. The witchcraft classics that have gone through six hundred years of dust, even if there is no wind and sun, they are still damaged.

Every bit of damage on the animal skin scroll made him extremely regretful, it was all witchcraft inheritance.

The hieroglyphs on many animal skin scrolls are very vague. At this moment, he is leading five children to copy these witchcrafts. They were supposed to pack them up and seal them up in the future.

Witch, I brought you an artifact to help you imitate witchcraft.

Even if the witch abused him thousands of times, Xia Tuo still didn't care, what are we afraid of, face is worthless in our own tribe.

Bring it.

Wu stretched out his hand to look at Xia Tuo, but looked at him suspiciously in his eyes.

Artifact?

He felt that Xia Tuo was lying to him.

However, Xia Tuo made a gas mask at the beginning, which surprised him. Maybe his family patriarch really came up with something.

Seeing that he took off the animal skin roll from his armpit, the witch's eyelids drooped.

Judging by the appearance of this appearance, forget it.

Artifact, what a ghost, is it easy to cheat when he is a bad old man? This artifact has innate conditions for appearance.

Xia Tuo put the animal skin roll on the stone platform in front of Wu, and opened it.

An ugly one couldn't be more ugly. A writing brush with seven bamboo joints and eight bends appeared in front of the witch. He didn't speak, picked up the brush, glued the prepared animal blood in the stone inkstone, and traced on the scroll of animal skin. a few strokes.

It was these few strokes that made Wu's eyes shine.

At this moment, Xia Tuo touched the brush to the stone inkstone again.

Under Wu's gaze, the nib of the pen fell off.

…Lost.

For a moment, Xia Tuo's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. He grabbed the wolf brush and stuffed it back, and stuffed the brush into Wu's hand.

The process is not important, what is important is the brush, the brush!

How about it, is it an artifact? Only barbarians get it with blood on their hands.

At this moment, Xia Tuo completely forgot that just before the afternoon, he was still painting villains with his fingers stained with animal blood.

Wu took the brush and looked it over, and suddenly he thought about it. The handicraft of the head of the family is too rough, but the idea is very good.

In the future, I don't need to dip my fingers in animal blood anymore. After all, I, um, a witch also has status.

Seeing Wu's tendency to lower his head again, Xia Tuo was annoyed. This old man is really bad after collecting things and doing nothing. It is necessary to remind this old man who doesn't know how to adapt.

Witch, now that the tribe has received the witchcraft inheritance from the Daqian tribe, I'm going to open the witch temple.

This is not the Wu Temple. Wu raised his head and glanced at Xia Tuo. The patriarch must be stupid, and he himself named the Wu Temple.

What I mean is that if there is witchcraft, someone must learn it.

The witch eye moved, and glanced at the five little guys who were busy, the meaning was obvious, we are not sending people.

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