The Strongest Tribe

Of course, refined salt is something that Xia Tuo can afford now.

Not long after the establishment of the Xia tribe, the tribe's foundation is too weak, and there is no foundation, otherwise he would not need to come up with a ten-year plan to concentrate on doing big things.

After arranging the affairs of the tribe, Xia Tuo left the tribe and headed southeast.

This time he walked along the Mishui River, all the way to the Black Tooth Waters, and then went all the way south along the Black Tooth Waters, entering the Tuze Wasteland.

This time he found that if he had a boat, he could go to the Tuze Wasteland by water, which would save half the time compared to taking the mountain road. Moreover, there are many rivers in the wasteland, and it is possible to go down the river directly to the great lake of Tuze.

After entering the Tuze Wasteland, Xia Tuo was going to start with small tribes. He brought Wanjun refined salt, which was not the amount that any tribe could swallow, so he needed to separate the bulk.

The vast wilderness is boundless and lush, and he didn't bring Qing Huo out this time.

On the fifth day, Xia Tuo came to a tribe named Caoliu, which was a small tribe with no more than a thousand members.

His appearance made this small tribe feel like a big enemy, and the tribe chief personally introduced him into the tribe.

In the stone house of the tribe, the patriarch of the Caoliu tribe carefully accompanied them, and specially arranged for two girls from the tribe to come and serve them. The two girls had wild hair in their eyes, and the black animal skin robes could not cover their upper body. It's a pity that his figure doesn't fit Xia Tuo's vision, so he directly pushes him back.

Patriarch Caoliu was very nervous, looking at Xia Tuo carefully, not knowing what orders the unknown adult had, he could only wait in panic, not even daring to breathe.

The Caoliu tribe prepared dinner, and Xia Tuo was not polite. After eating and drinking, his eyes fell on the leader of the Caoliu tribe.

My lord~~

Seeing Xia Tuo looking towards him, Patriarch Caoliu's heart trembled, and he couldn't help asking softly.

Patriarch Caoliu.

Hey~~~

The patriarch of Caoliu hurriedly replied: What are your orders?

You want salt.

Ok.

Patriarch Caoliu was taken aback for a moment, unable to react.

A fine salt.

The next moment, Xia Tuo waved his hand, and a jar of refined salt appeared in front of him, white and crystal clear.

He pushed the salt jar in front of Patriarch Caoliu, and said softly, No salt, no money.

At this time, the patriarch Caoliu was going to be frightened out of his wits. Your lord really knows how to play, so use it to amuse him.

Three jun refined salt and one hybrid beast core, how much do you want?

Patriarch Caoliu looked at the expression of the person in front of him, and was about to cry, please don't play with him like this, sir.

Looking at Xia Tuo's expression for a while, he didn't seem to be lying, and he said carefully: Shijun.

Immediately after Xia Tuo waved his hand, another eleven salt jars appeared in front of him.

Twelve jun refined salt, four hybrid animal cores.

Xia Tuo spread his hands and gestured.

I saw that the Caoliu patriarch got up tremblingly and walked out. When he came back, he held four hybrid beast cores in his hand.

Xia Tuo took the beast core, immediately got up and walked out, leaving Patriarch Caoliu alone to watch his back disappear, and then looked at the salt jar next to him, his face was messy.

It really sells salt, but it's a bit expensive.

After a long time, Patriarch Caoliu came to his senses, wiped the cold sweat off his face, and came back to his senses, this was really terrifying.

depression to luck! depression to luck!

...

Selling out the Sijun salt all at once, Xia Tuo was in a good mood, at least he had made a good start. As a totem warrior in the Tianmai realm, he was naturally not afraid of the wilderness night road.

He has no fixed purpose, as long as he meets a tribe, he will ask about it.

Water fish tribe.

The tribe leaned against the big river. At this moment, hundreds of people outside the tribe held weapons and were on guard against the figure in front of them.

My lord~~

The head of the Shuiyu clan stood at the forefront of all the warriors. He was indeed a totem warrior, but the majesty brought by the figure in front of him gave him a feeling of being overwhelmed by mountains.

Want salt?

When a group of clan soldiers are ready to go,

The fluttering sound spread all around.

cough.

The water fish patriarch almost couldn't catch his breath.

Sanjun Refined Salt, a Hybrid Beast Core, how much do you want?

want……

Until this moment, the Shuiyu patriarch still hadn't fully realized that he had encountered some kind of god this time, and strange things happen every year, so he met this one.

Speaking of which, Xia Tuo's refined salt is extremely expensive to sell. In the past, Yijun refined salt was traded between various ministries, and it was only exchanged for a few skins. This has already surprised the tribe.

After all, the salt mine is in the tribe, and my family knows how the refined salt comes from.

Now Xia Tuo opened his mouth and saw a beast core from Sanjun Salt.

Exchange two jun.

The Shuiyu patriarch said cautiously, trying his best to observe Xia Tuo's expression.

No, no, we want ten and ten.

How can a tribe as big as yours have enough salt for ten jun, let's say thirty jun, a total of ten beast cores.

Ummmm.

The head of the Shuiyu clan nodded with a sad face. I dare not refute what you said.

After putting away the beast core, Xia Tuo turned around and left without hesitation.

For several days in a row, he wandered in the Tuze Wasteland, and when he encountered tribes, he sold them forcibly. Unfortunately, compared to the amount of salt he brought, he only sold more than 300 jun of salt in total.

This made Boss Xia very sad. At this rate, when will Wanjun's salt be completely replaced with animal cores.

He headed south along the west bank of the Tuze Great Lake, planning to turn south again.

...

On the west bank of Tuze, in a low-lying area near the water's edge, there were no less than a hundred animal skin tents standing. At this moment, these animal skin tents were ignited with raging flames, and there were screams of killing in the flames.

One after another silhouettes kept fighting, and the leader was an old man who shot fiercely, and almost every blow would kill a figure.

Move faster!

Qiao Mao's eyes gleamed fiercely, and he shot mercilessly. The sturdy men around him also killed wantonly like bloody madmen.

This time, the fine iron ore is worth ten thousand tons, and the wind spirit grass and water lotus root. The Heze tribe really made a big deal.

After killing a figure who looked like a leader, Qiao Lance cut open a huge animal skin bag with a single knife, and pieces of crystal ore rolled down under the firelight.

Outside the ore package, there are also crystal clear medicinal herbs in wooden boxes.

Hurry up and kill these people, take your things and leave.

puff!

Just as a strong man was about to move towards the piled goods, he felt a roar from his back. Before his whole body could react, he was beaten to pieces.

puff! puff! puff!

Xia Tuo picked up a copper knife, and the people around him were chopped off by him like chopping melons and vegetables.

Qiao Mao also noticed the change, and even killed a robber on the way, and he was so black and black.

It's you!

Seeing Xia Tuo's figure, Qiao Mao thought of it all at once, but Xia Tuo fell in the air, he swung his knife to resist, and then flew out with his whole body, the copper knife in his hand shattered.

You~~

Spitting blood out of his mouth, he stared at Xia Tuo firmly, stretched out his finger to point at Xia Tuo, but fell to the ground heavily without breathing.

Xia Tuo looked at the bones all over the field, and there was a strong smell of blood. He came to Qiao Mao and bent down, grabbing an animal belt from his arms.

Opening the animal belt, Yingying's light directly blinded his eyes.

There are a hundred beast cores, which are worth what he has gained from selling salt these days.

Sure enough, it is still fast to get money by eating black.

Then Xia Tuo collected all the ores and herbs scattered on the ground, and headed for the distance. The fighting and fire here had attracted all around.

After leaving, Xia Tuo weighed the animal skin bag in his hand. There were a total of 107 animal cores in it, among which there were as many as eight semi-pure blood animal cores.

This is much greater than what he gained in exchanging salt through hard work. What he got in exchange for coercion, buying and selling by force was nothing more than mixed-blood beast cores.

Putting the beast core into the demon-killing space, he felt that instead of selling salt, he should just do business without money.

Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful that he had killed the Qiao spear. He looked back and saw that the fire was still burning in the distance, and someone had already been alarmed.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that he had the storage space of the Monster Killing Token to easily collect the ore, but Qiao Lance did not. After robbing the things, he must use the beast to transport them.

Afterwards, Xia Tuo adjusted his beast robe for a while, and turned back. He remembered that the last time he met Qiao Mao, the old man had brought a group of desolate cattle to carry the cargo.

In other words, there must be someone from Qiao Mao nearby.

Thinking of this, the pace of his feet could not help but quicken a lot. When Xia Tuo came to the ruins by the river, many people had already come here, but the scene in front of him made all the people who came here far away. Guard each other.

Xia Tuo also pretended to look around. He came to the place where Qiao Mao was killed, but found that the old man's body was gone.

Someone recognized that this was the barter team of the Heze Tribe, and now they were intercepted and killed by road thieves. They didn't want to get into trouble, and started to disperse one by one.

...

Elder, elder.

Under the night, a team composed entirely of deer oxen was running in a hurry. In the middle of the team was an old man lying on the broad back of a deer ox.

Zhu Zhu rode on the back of another desolate ox, yelling cautiously.

Hiss~~~

The desolate bull ran a little bumpy, the old hair on its back groaned in pain, and the severe pain from all over made its facial expressions twisted together, making it look a little hideous.

Elder, you are awake.

Qiao Mao slowly opened his eyes, feeling the severe pain all over his body.

Go... get out of here!

It's your injury. Zhu Zi hesitated.

leave me alone.

Qiao Mao resisted the severe pain of the bumps, and gritted his teeth.

This time it fell again.

Fortunately, after years of travelling, he has already prepared for it. This trick of feigning death to escape is his life-saving technique for many years. It has allowed him to escape life-and-death crises several times over the past few decades.

Of course, it depends on his perfect acting skills.

However, the old man Qiao Mao is also proud of himself, no matter how powerful your Tianmai fighter is, you still have to eat the old man's ashes.