Chief don't slap in the face

"Hurry up to raise the realm of spiritual consciousness!"

Xia Ye sighed, the tactic of using psychic war servants to beat up the enemy in groups failed, but fortunately, there are meditation methods recorded in the Great Wilderness and Myriad Souls, which can be used to temper the consciousness.

After a simple breakfast, the two hurriedly slipped their feet.

After making a lot of money, he would naturally run away. If someone killed him now, Xia Ye would almost cry to death. He only carried a bronze box full of ivory, plus luggage such as animal skin backpacks. I can't get up fast even if I think about it.

"Too much trouble!"

As soon as he came out of the ruins, looking at the dense forest, Xia Ye had black lines all over his head. The big box was too in the way, and it always hung on the nearby branches and bushes.

"I'll carry it, you lead the way!"

Song Guo patted her small chest, indicating that she could still recite it!

"Need not!"

Xia Ye swung the long bronze sword to cut down the trunks and leaves of the trees blocking the way. Fortunately, it was so sharp that it could be broken with one blow.

"If the blacksmith sees you ruining his masterpiece like this, he probably crawls out of the grave angrily and smashes your head with a coffin board!"

Song Guo smiled openly.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye smiled, but in the next moment, his face darkened.

"Don't move, drop your weapon, or I'll shoot your head off!"

Someone is threatening.

Chapter 41 Life and death are bearish, if you don't accept it, do it!

Lin Feng in early spring brushed his cheeks with a sense of dampness.

Xia Ye is a person who likes to plan ahead. Like most people, his dominant hand is the right hand. In order to prevent his right hand from being injured or unable to hold a weapon for some reason and still maintain combat effectiveness, he trains his left hand whenever he has the opportunity.

Chopping branches with Tai Ah is also a kind of exercise. Xia Ye doesn't require his left hand to be as flexible as his right hand, but at least he won't cut sideways when killing people.

At the moment when the fierce threat hit the eardrum, Xia Ye's body paused, and he immediately shouted: "Don't kill me!"

Although he begged for mercy and pretended to have a trembling and frightened voice, Xia Ye swung his right forearm quickly and took off the tactical ax hanging from the cowhide belt.

Song Guo's reaction was not bad, and he aimed the crossbow directly.

"Haha, so you are also afraid?"

Holding a bow and arrow, Xia Yang came out of the woods with a proud expression on his face.

"Silly Boyie!"

Xia Ye felt contemptuous in his heart, he shouted that, one is to lower the vigilance of the enemy, don't attack immediately, as long as he breathes, he can take off the tactical axe.

The handaxe is short, whether it is throwing or blocking arrows, it is much faster than a long sword. Second, it is natural to use shouts to attract the enemy's attention to itself, so that it is convenient for Xiao Siguo to aim with a crossbow. Once the two sides confront each other In a stalemate, one's own side will have more tactics to choose from.

"It's you?"

Xiao Songguo has seen this guy before, his name is Xia Yang, but he is not sunny at all, and he is narrow-minded to death.

"Ok?"

Xia Yang saw that Xia Ye's face was calm, and he was still holding a tomahawk in his right hand. He didn't have the slightest intention of being afraid of surrender, and realized that he had been tricked!

"You lied to me?"

Xia Yang's eyes turned fierce, and he smiled: "Do you think a broken ax can stop my bow and arrow?"

Even though he said that, Xia Yang was still a little surprised. Xia Ye picked up the hand ax just now, it was really fast and chic.

He didn't know that Xia Ye had practiced thousands of times in order to throw the ax quickly.

"you may try it!"

Xia Ye gripped the hand ax tightly and swung it back slightly, ready to throw it at any time.

"Hmph, let me tell you, I'm super fierce!"

Little Pine Cone snorted, showing his presence.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Yang smiled dryly to cover up the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He regretted it a little now. He should have directly attacked and shot Xia Ye just now, but it turned out like this.

I am not a full-time archer, and my archery skills are only half-baked, let alone whether an arrow can hit Xia Ye, the crossbow held by that little loli is aimed at me.

On the crossbow, there was a large character 'Jia', which was enough to dazzle his eyes. Xia Yang had seen this pattern before, and it was the symbol of Xia Jia, the three major blacksmiths of the Xia clan.

Such a sophisticated crossbow is extremely accurate, within 50 meters, even a little lolita can easily hit someone while aiming at it.

"Attack the tribe, do you want to be a slave?"

Xia Ye asked.

"Haha, just kidding!"

Xia Yang smiled on his face, but regretted it in his heart. In fact, he didn't blame him. He wanted to shoot Xia Ye, but he was worried that if he missed, he would flee back and sue his superiors, and he would be in big trouble.

Attacking members of the same tribe for no reason will be deprived of all assets and demoted as slaves!

"How about putting down the arrows together?"

Xia Ye proposed, but he sneered in his heart. He looked down on Xia Yang, a coward, who wanted to kill and steal, but looked forward and backward, what big things could he accomplish?

"Okay!"

Xia Yang's eyeballs rolled, and the smile on his face became even wider, making the pockmarks more conspicuous. He put away his bow and arrow, and walked towards Xia Ye.

"My ancestors, you are really powerful. Is this bronze long sword your trophy? It looks very sharp!"

Xia Ye flattered, trying to numb Xia Ye: "Wow, the box is actually made of bronze, the things inside must be very precious, right?"

Xiao Siguo is very vigilant.

"Want to see it?"

Xia Ye showed a smug smile, let go of the vines used to carry the box, and put it on the ground.

"No hurry, let me tell you how you got it first?"