As soon as Feng Xuan arrived at the mountainside, he met two men walking towards him. One of them, a bald man carrying a huge bone ax on his shoulders, laughed from a distance: "It turns out to be Feng Xuan, you boy! This is a blue-striped antlered deer! Tsk tsk! It's hard for me to get a good product like this. After all, this little thing is too vigilant and will run away immediately at the slightest sign of trouble." The bald man raised his hand and touched his bald head, looked at the blue-striped antlered deer on Feng Xuan's shoulder and tutted. But another tall, thin man holding a hunting bow revealed ruthlessly: "Come on, you are so impatient, you can't catch this thing, and you are impatient. It's strange that you can catch this blue-striped antlered deer." Hearing this, the bald man suddenly became dissatisfied and muttered: "Say, rat, why are you trying to tear me down in front of Mr. Feng?" Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the tall and thin man put the longbow back on his back and said expressionlessly: "You are so impatient, why do I still blame you? Who in the tribe doesn't know that Xuan Peng admires the big leader the most, but you haven't learned the strength of the big leader, but you have learned the essence of your impatience." Hearing this, the bald man Xuan Peng couldn't help but laugh and touched his bald head. "Who is so impatient? Go and tell Uncle Daniu. What do you mean by talking about me..."
When Feng Xuan saw these two men, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face and said, "Brothers, are you on patrol today?" The two people in front of him were patrolling warriors of the Xuanying Tribe, and they were naturally very familiar with Feng Xuan. Xuan Hao hummed softly, then looked at Feng Xuan and said seriously: "You must have been out for two or three days this time. Don't take such risks next time. There are many dangers lurking in this wilderness, and the area around the tribe may not be safe. You should understand." Feng Xuan nodded silently while carrying the body of the blue-striped antlered deer and did not refute anything. He changed the subject and asked with a serious face: "Brothers, do you know where Uncle Da Niu is now? I'm looking for him to report something urgent." Xuan Hao felt a little puzzled when he saw that Feng Xuan looked serious and didn't look like he was joking. "What important thing can you do, kid? It's so urgent. If this is correct, Uncle Niu should be in the martial arts hall today." "I saw an insect beast, a blood-striped mantis, in the wild forest about 30 miles away." Feng Xuan pursed his lips and said with palpitations. "What! Blood-striped Mantis! This...you...are you sure you read it correctly? Then how did you come back? With your strength, you can't escape the pursuit of the blood-striped giant mantis. Even if we encounter this mantis alone, I’m afraid the insect beast will also die!” Xuan Hao and Xuan Peng were shocked when they heard this. Feng Xuan could only smile bitterly when he saw this. "Of course I didn't face it head-on. I just watched it secretly and saw that it had just finished hunting a few black wind wolves and was eating. It didn't notice my presence." After hearing Feng Xuan's explanation, Xuan Hao thought for a while and frowned: "Maybe it's not that I didn't notice your trace, but that I was too lazy to pay attention." Feng Xuan did not refute, but also smiled and said: "Then I am really lucky." Hearing Feng Xuan say this, Xuan Hao and Xuan Peng looked at each other, and their expressions suddenly became a little subtle and strange. After all... Xuan Hao's face straightened "Hurry up and report this news to the big leader. The tribe should send a hunting team to drive away or kill this blood-striped mantis. After all, this level of insect beast is too dangerous and too close to the tribe. For the bone-forging level The martial arts warriors below are all relatively deadly, and even the blood boiling level martial arts cultivators cannot be favored at all." Feng Xuan nodded to show that he understood, then said goodbye to his two brothers, and continued walking towards the mountain with the prey on his shoulders. Xuan Hao stared at Feng Xuan's back and sighed slightly:
"Since the leader passed away, this kid has been too harsh on himself. He is always pushing himself." Xuan Peng held a giant ax in one hand, picked a piece of weed, held it in his mouth and replied: "Who says it's not the case? The old witch and the big boss have tried to persuade him several times, but this kid... alas!" Xuan Hao looked back. "Let's go, we have to continue patrolling. Hey... do you still have some snake blood wine? Let's take a few sips after the rotation?" "Go away! Don't worry about my little inventory. It's still too early to go to the Li Shang tribe with the caravan next time. I don't know when the caravan will come again." The voices of the two arguing gradually faded away. ... Feng Xuan slowly approached the entrance of a tribe with a blue-striped antlered deer on his shoulders. I saw that the tribe was surrounded by a wall built with huge stones, about ten feet high. Maybe a ten-foot-high wall is almost useless to those huge beasts, but it can still have a protective effect against some small beasts. At the entrance of the tribe is a huge iron-wood gate. Since it is not yet night, the gate is hung high and has not fallen down, and the number of tribesmen here is gradually increasing. As soon as Feng Xuan approached, he was discovered by many people. "Yo! Feng Boy, you're so awesome! You haven't broken through the body-forging realm yet, this guy is not easy to deal with!" "Ah Feng, come over to my place later and get some green flour cakes. They are freshly baked and smell delicious." "..." Feng Xuan responded to the tribesmen with a smile: "Uncle Ape, not yet, he should be about to break through. You promised me before that you would teach me Rolling Stone Fist when I break through the body forging realm." "Aunt Hua, I haven't even finished the green noodle cake you gave me last time..." After greeting all the tribesmen, Feng Xuan strode to a stone house with skins and skeletons of various beasts piled at the door. This is the tribe's slaughterhouse, which also sells and trades various animal meats and furs to the tribe's members. The stone hut of the slaughterhouse is quite large. Pieces of cut animal meat are hung on both sides of the door of the slaughterhouse. Most of them are marinated and air-dried meat. After all, the storage time of fresh meat is not very long. Need to eat a lot of flesh and blood to meet their own needs. There was no one guarding the door of the slaughterhouse, but the sound of cutting flesh and blood came from the inner courtyard of the passage. Feng Xuan walked through the concierge and entered the courtyard behind the stone house. What he saw was a middle-aged man with bare arms and hunched muscles facing away from him. The middle-aged man was holding a sharp boning knife that emitted a cold light, squatting on the ground and skinning a giant crocodile about five or six meters long. Feng Xuan could tell at a glance that it was an iron-tailed crocodile. Such savage beasts could be seen mostly in nearby streams and swamps, but Feng Xuan himself had never seen one alive. This is usually a savage beast at the middle level of the Spirit Realm. Its strength is considered good for the same level. It will be quite difficult for a human bone-forging level expert to deal with it. If it is in the water or in the swamp, it is even more unmatched. This kind of beast is much more powerful in the water than on land. The iron-tailed crocodile's bite force is not too strong. The most noteworthy thing is its spiked tail. If hit by an iron tail from the front, even a strong person in the bone forging realm will be extremely uncomfortable and hurt his muscles and bones. , it is normal for the skin to be bruised.
Feng Xuan probably thought that some hunting team worked together to subdue him. The strong man noticed the person coming from behind him, turned to look at Feng Xuan, and forced a smile on his face covered with thick beard. Putting down the sharp knife in his hand, he washed it in the sand basin nearby, wiped his hands casually with a rag whose color could not be seen clearly, stood up, limped towards Feng Xuan and said with a smile: "You kid, you have been there for a while. Didn’t come to my place?” Feng Xuan responded with a smile: "Uncle Gu, haven't you just come back from outside? I came to you as soon as I returned to the tribe. No, last time you said that the blue-striped antlered deer fur was a scarce commodity, I immediately gave it to you. You’re looking for something, I just hunted it, it died within four hours, it’s definitely a good product!” Seeing this strong man, Xuan Gu helplessly smiled and scolded: "I didn't tell you this. If your Uncle Da Niu and Wu Lao knew about it and thought I was the one who made you go hunting in the mountains, I wouldn't be able to forgive you. That's not the case." The last conversation I had with the merchant team was overheard by you." Xuan Gu said, taking the blue-striped antlered deer from Feng Xuan's hand and looking up and down. "Oh! One hit will kill you, boy! Well, the coat is of excellent color and it is a newly adult blue-striped antlered deer. It has not experienced much fighting and has no scars or wounds. It is just a little thinner and the hair is not too shiny, but it can still be considered a good product. " Xuan Gu put the horned deer on the table aside as he looked at it and said, "What's going on? Are you still following the same rules?" Hearing Xuan Gu's words, Feng Xuan felt calm, knowing that this piece of fur should be able to meet Uncle Gu's requirements. After all, he couldn't buy any quality fur. "Yes, the old rule is, I'll take half of the meat, and you can help me cut it into two pieces, one large and one small. The half of the meat will be sold directly to the slaughterhouse. The skin and antlers will also be sold to you. I'll leave the water for you to feed the Black Eagle. " While Xuan Gu was chatting with Feng Xuan, he took the single-edged sharp knife on the side and began to skillfully skin the blue-striped antlered deer. The sharp knife in Xuan Gu's hand was stabbed, and a gash was opened in the deer's abdomen. Then with Xuan Gu's rapid cutting and tearing, the entire deer skin was completely peeled off in a short time. Feng Xuan watched in amazement: "Uncle Gu, your dissection skills are really superb!" Xuan Gu said proudly while processing the remaining meat and bones: "You will naturally master it after you kill a certain number of wild beasts. Let me tell you, let alone the blue-striped antlered deer that you, a wild beast, have not even stepped into. I can handle barbaric beasts in both the open spirit realm and the torpor realm with ease!" However, Feng Xuan didn't answer this. He glanced sideways at Xuan Gu and said nothing. Thaksin is a savage beast in the spiritual realm, but the armor skin of a savage beast in the Tona Realm has been tempered by the vitality of heaven and earth. Even a dead body is not as tough as a savage beast in the spiritual realm. Why is it called the Breathing Realm? It is because these savage beasts have instinctively begun to breathe in the vitality of the world and the essence of the sun and the moon to temper themselves. Uncle Xuan Gu used to be a member of the hunting team. However, a hunting trip a few years ago caused his calf to be injured and the bones to be severely broken. Even after he recovered later, he was not as good as before, resulting in some inconvenience in his legs and feet, a loss of flexibility, and a loss of combat skills. The force is naturally greatly affected. This made him unable to withstand the long-term life of a hunting team, so he could only return to the tribe to take care of the meat shop. After all, even just cutting up the beasts hunted back by the hunting teams was not something ordinary people could do. Xuan Gu is responsible for taking care of the meat shop, and arranges some minced meat, offal, etc. for the hunting team to feed the tribe's Xuan Eagle. Everyone in this tribe has their own responsibilities. In Feng Xuan's view, although Uncle Xuan Gu was said to be a powerful martial artist of the Boiling Blood level, he did not believe that a Boiling Blood level person could handle the corpses of barbaric beasts in the Tona Realm so easily. Xuan Gu, who was on the side, also noticed the contemptuous look on Xuan Feng's face, and immediately realized that he had gone too far. However, his face did not change color, and he just speeded up the processing with his hands. In almost a quarter of an hour, Feng Xuan got the two pieces of venison he needed, and the rest was ready to be sold at Xuan Gu. Xuan Gu pondered for a moment and said: "This deer skin is of high quality, but it is a wild animal fur after all. If it is a blue-striped white-horned deer, it would be more precious. I will give you 4 iron coins. Because the deer horns are just an adult, the quality is not very good and not tough enough. I can only give you two iron coins. Together with the remaining meat and bones, I will give you a total of eight iron coins. What do you think?" Hearing this offer, Feng Xuan frowned. It was not too low, but too high. He hesitated and said, "But..." Xuan Gu interrupted him before he could speak: "Okay, don't be nagging. Seeing that you are full of blood and energy, you should be about to break through the body-building realm. Take it back and practice quickly. I still have to deal with this iron-tailed crocodile here. I'm busy!"
After that, he stuffed eight iron coins, which were as thick as a finger and as big as a baby's fist, into Feng Xuan's hand without waiting for Feng Xuan to answer, and then took Feng Xuan and half-pushed him out. Feng Xuan stood in front of the slaughterhouse for a long time without saying a word. He knew that he had taken advantage of it. The blue-veined horned deer skin is worth at most 3 iron coins, and this is the price sold to the caravan. The rest are basically not worth much, and can only be worth 3 iron coins at most. Feng Xuan knows this very well, but Uncle Xuan Gu gave him a total of 8 iron coins, which can't even get back the original cost. This is not the first time. The elders of the tribe always take care of him. A big reason for this is not only the unity of the tribe itself, but also his deceased father. Feng Xuan thought about these things while walking towards the tribal martial arts hall. Although the tribal martial arts hall is called the martial arts hall, a place for practicing martial arts and fighting, it actually has another name-the orphan hall. In this wilderness, the human tribe will inevitably suffer casualties every year due to hunting or various situations, and those widows or unattended children in the tribe will be taken in and taken care of by the tribal martial arts hall. This is also the tradition of every wild human tribe. If not, how could the warriors feel at ease to kill the enemy outside, and how could the human race survive in this dangerous wilderness. Only warriors who have no worries dare to fight and compete for resources without scruples. In this wilderness, there are not many rules, and strength overrides everything. If you don't rob, you will appear weak because you don't have the resources to practice. If you become weak, someone will come to plunder everything from you. In this wilderness, all races coexist, and no one knows how many races there are. The human race is just one of many intelligent races. It's just that there are basically no intelligent alien races in this Qishan territory, only those wild beasts with terrifying strength and relatively chaotic intelligence. According to Wu Lao, in the eyes of some alien races, the human race is actually a superior blood food, which is more delicious than the roughness of the wild beasts. If the human race is not also restricted by the top strong, the human race itself is strong as a whole, and the situation will be more difficult. In this wilderness, sharp claws are always the best weapon to protect yourself. The martial arts hall is the psychological defense line of the warriors of the tribe, eliminating the worries of most of the warriors of the tribe. The children of the tribe are the future of the tribe. Only with the injection of fresh blood can a tribe continue for a long time. Soon, a huge courtyard wall made of gray stones came into Feng Xuan's eyes, and the martial arts hall was located in this huge courtyard. There is a huge stone tablet at the entrance of the courtyard, with three vigorous and powerful characters engraved in human witch language - martial arts hall. In front of the martial arts hall, there is a fire date tree with a dark green body and a thick trunk. Its trunk is bent, and part of the twisted and twisted thick roots are exposed to form a nest, and the rest of the roots are rooted in the ground to absorb nutrients. The huge umbrella-shaped tree crown covers half of the courtyard under the shade of the tree. Several little kids wearing animal skins or linen clothes are climbing and playing at the roots of the tree, playing with each other. One of the little kids, who stood the highest and looked extremely proud, saw Feng Xuan approaching slowly. His eyes lit up and he pointed at Feng Xuan and shouted: "Brother Feng Xuan! It's Brother Feng Xuan!" When the other little kids heard this, they immediately turned their heads to look at Feng Xuan. Their eyes lit up and they immediately ran towards Feng Xuan. One of them looked only a little over one year old. The baby in a red bellyband stumbled and couldn't run steadily. He stumbled and sat on the ground, stretched out his hands and shouted at Feng Xuan, looking very anxious. The child who first discovered Feng Xuan's arrival didn't care to slowly get down the tree, but jumped down from the tree root more than two meters high. As a result, he didn't stand steadily and sat on the ground. However, this little guy didn't care about the dust on his buttocks. He got up and ran towards Feng Xuan. When passing by, he also picked up the baby in the red bellyband on the ground and carefully put it on his neck. Feng Xuan smiled and squatted down to hug these children, touching this one, pinching that one, and took out some wild fruits that he had collected while on the road from the animal skin bag and distributed them to these tribal children. The children immediately shouted and cheered with joy. At this time, the child with a red bellyband doll on his neck also ran to the front. "Brother Feng Xuan, you are finally back. We all miss you so much."
"Miss me, I'm afraid you miss my delicious food? Hu Zi, have you taught your brothers to study Wu Wen well?" Feng Xuan scolded with a smile. Hu Zi's originally excited little face suddenly froze: "Brother Feng Xuan, can't you tell Grandpa Wu that we don't want to learn Wu Wen. After we learn to fight, we want to kill wild beasts like our father and Uncle Da Niu. We don't have the talent to become witches." After saying that, he immediately took the fruit from Feng Xuan, wiped it on his dirty clothes, and put it in his mouth to chew, making his whole face bulge. Wu Wen is a course that every child in the tribe must learn when he reaches the age of 5 or 6. This is the tradition of the Xuanying tribe itself, and it is taught and supervised by the Wu Lao and the second elder. Hearing this, Feng Xuan's face became serious and said: "No, Wu Wen must be learned, otherwise how can you learn knowledge? You can't even understand martial arts skills. Besides, you can only practice skills before you are ten years old, but you can't practice." Hearing Feng Xuan's lecture, Hu Zi's whole person was wilted. "Okay, but Wu Wen is really difficult!" The other children also nodded while holding the fruit. Feng Xuan's face relaxed and smiled: "If you learn Wu Wen well earlier, you can practice martial arts moves. When you can practice, you can improve your cultivation and physical fitness faster. In the future, when the boys from the Giant Rock Tribe and the Black Wolf Tribe come to communicate, you can beat them hard."