I am a chief in a primitive tribe

"The rest of my life after the catastrophe!" Mu Feng sat on the ground, his heart palpitating.

From the time he shot the arrow just now to the moment when he was forcing back the wolves, although the time was very short, it took him most of his strength.

Just now, I completed drawing the bow, aiming and then shooting the arrow in an instant, and the spirit was highly concentrated, and the energy consumed was not ordinary.

Fortunately, his archery skills in his previous life had not fallen, otherwise he would not have hit with the blow just now.

Mingguang and the others looked left and right with guns and sticks, in case there were other wild beasts.

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Quick, divide the meat and peel the skin, don't stay!" Mingguang

hurriedly agreed, put away the bamboo gun, and beckoned the four people to squat down and clean up the dead wolf.

Only then did Mingguang notice that the wolf king who was killed by Mu Feng had a broken bamboo arrow on his left eye, and the blood was still flowing out.

Only then did Mingguang react: "Great Chief, you actually shot it in the eye with an arrow!" Mu

Feng nodded: "There are not many vulnerable places on the wolf's body, and the eyes are a weak point!" Mingguang

looked at Mu Feng, who still had the five-fingered wolf blood mark on his cheek: "But why did you wipe the wolf blood on your face just now? The wolf is stimulated by blood, and it is easy to go crazy!"

Mu Feng grinned: " But I killed their king, and smearing blood was on the one hand to stimulate them, and on the other hand, it was also to tell them that if they dared to step forward, they would end up like their wolf king, only death!"

"Wolves will also be afraid?" Mingguang asked a very idiotic question.

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled: "If they are not afraid, how can they escape?"

Mingguang suddenly slapped his forehead: "I understand!"

He pulled out the bamboo arrow vigorously while holding the bone knife skillfully peeling and deboning, and at the same time he said in fear: "Great Chief, since the bow and arrow are so powerful, why do you want to teach the girl from the Blue Bird Department......?

If she is not taught, where will the salt and fur of the tribe come from? Without salt and fur, how can the people survive?Tribesmen, sheep, which one doesn't need salt?"

Mingguang was silent.

Indeed, without salt and fur, they would have been beaten back to their original shape.

Mu Feng said, "The Blue Bird Tribes were forced to migrate from the Far West, and what they need now is a tribe that can support them. It won't do them any good to plunder us!"

"Moreover, she has also sworn by the totemic belief that she is the Yemaduo of the Blue Bird, the future Great Chief of the Blue Bird Tribe. Those who turn their backs on the totem will no longer shelter them, and they can't bear the consequences. A person who can even break his totemic oath, who wants to believe them?"

Mingguang's eyes burst with envy: "Totem faith, when will my Jiang clan ......"

Mu Feng waved his hand: "We will have it too!"

Lihu's face was excited, he believed Mu Feng's words!

But he still said with a worried face: "But a powerful weapon like a bow and arrow, if they are used against us one day, ......

." Mu Feng grinned: "Bows and arrows are not invincible. Rattan armor, armor, shield, which one can't be prevented?"

"Rattan armor, armor, shield?" Mingguang looked confused.

Mu Feng didn't explain, and smiled confidently: "I can teach her a bow and arrow, and naturally there are weapons that are more powerful than bows and arrows! But as long as she and her tribe have a little brain, they all know what to do!" "

Besides, a bow and arrow with a single bamboo slice is fine, but it is not so easy to make a double or triple sandwich hard bow!" He

actually didn't say a word, in his previous life, bows and arrows were made by specialized craftsmen.

There are also bow wrenches, protective gear, and handguards, which not everyone can do. Even if the Blue Bird Department learns how to make bows and arrows, who can shoot a bow several times without these things?

There is a saying that "things are the same thing, and people can be separated from good and bad use."

After a pause, he frowned again and said solemnly: "But what you said is also right, if one person doesn't think so, it doesn't mean that others don't think so either." If I learn it from other big tribes, my Jiang clan will still be in trouble!"

"What should I do then?" Mingguang was busy.

"What's the panic!" Mu Feng sneered, "From now on, I will only give things and not teach them how to do it." If you want, exchange it for something!"

"But in that case, aren't the powerful weapons still in the hands of others, and we are still very dangerous?"

"That's not necessarily!" Mu Feng smiled, "I change the weapons for them, and I have the final say on what kind of weapons I can change!"

"Oh oh!" Mingguang reacted and grinned, "Great Chief, Daxian!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "Hurry up and pack it back!".

"Yes!" Mingguang and the others quickly peeled off the three wolf skins, dismantled the wolf meat and wolf bones into pieces, divided them into a back basket, and continued to move forward to divide the python meat.

Mu Feng came to the python at this time, and was still taken aback when he saw the python that was already dead.

A large python no less than ten meters was in the center of their way home, covered in fine patterns, and it looked very mad.

But it's a pity that a huge python was bitten by wild wolves and had no skin.

Fortunately, there are still a few places that are intact, and Mu Feng asked Mingguang to peel the python skin first, and then divide and wrap the python, and then return to the tribe with the group carefully.

Mu Feng thought a lot about it when he was on the road.

At first, he thought that the python would threaten their lives, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the python was killed by the wolves, and it didn't take long for the wolf king of the wolves to be shot by himself.

It looks like he's the winner.

But Jiang lived in such a primitive society, would it be a python, or a shooter?

Some people, some things, have to be guarded against.

This is a primitive society!