Chief don't slap in the face

Cao Lan searched the battlefield, and when he saw Xia Xiong's body, his expression immediately became happy, and he rushed over quickly, pulled out the knife from his waistband, and cut off his head.

The bear paw lines on his face were stained by the cold blood.

"made money!"

Cao Lan muttered, taking the head back, it can be exchanged for a knife coin. In her opinion, that Xia Li is a silly Boyi. If it were her, she would have hugged the thigh of this kind of jungle genius. Why would I use someone else? Speak!

The bronze long sword belonged to Cao Ang. Not surprisingly, Brother Ang also died. There are also those two bronze boxes. Needless to say, the boy wearing blindfolds is the biggest winner of this trip to the Fengjing ruins. .

quack!

There are crows screaming.

After tying the head to the belt, Cao Lan stripped the body naked. After confirming that there was no loot missing, she quickly slipped her feet. She wanted to go back immediately and tell Cao Sen about it.

Cao Sen is the eldest brother of Cao Mu and the eldest son of Cao Ren, the fifth hero of the Cao tribe. After the wild beast tide four years ago, he participated in the blood survival trial, successfully established a foothold in the ancient forest of the barren land, and established his own tribe. The best of the young generation.

"Xia Ye will definitely take part in the trial. Selling his information to Cao Sen should get a lot of benefits, right?"

Thinking of those two big bronze boxes, Cao Lan salivated for a while, hating her lack of strength, otherwise it would be nice to grab one!

Xia Ye, who didn't know that he was being targeted, whistled and walked lightly. He wished he could go home immediately and share the happiness with his sister.

"Ah!"

Song Guo's ears trembled, and she stopped suddenly.

Without roaring, a white spotted tiger silently jumped down from the tree trunk, blocking the way of the two of them.

Xia Ye pulled the vine shoulder strap with one hand.

boom!

When the bronze box hit the ground, Xia Ye had already clenched his long sword tightly and assumed a fighting posture, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

This white tiger is very big, more than three meters long, with full and powerful muscles. It looks like it is at the peak age of a beast, but its whole body is translucent.

"Hey, isn't this the one you met in the Tower of Glory?"

Song Guo scratched her hair, a little puzzled, the Guardian Beast cannot exist without the building!

Xia Ye listened attentively.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!"

Lu Lingxi pushed aside the branches and walked out.

"Mother deer?"

Song Guo beamed, she liked this big sister who was full of intellectual aura.

"Find me?"

Xia Ye asked and put away his weapon.

Lu Lingxi was still wearing the long skirt woven with some kind of green grass leaves, which covered the ankles, and stepped on a pair of straw sandals. You could see that the white toes were covered with green grass juice, which was a little wet from the dew.

At the waist is a wicker bag and a bronze dagger, but in his hand is a one-meter-long staff, which is made of sorbus wood, with some insect and bird patterns carved on it.

I didn't see that Lu Niang's craftsmanship is quite good.

"Well, I heard the sound of fighting, so I followed to see, are you all right?"

Lu Lingxi has unknown grass-leaf facial patterns on her cheeks, antler patterns on her forehead, and long lake-green hair that reaches her waist, like a fairy in the forest.

"Thank you!"

Xia Ye smiled slightly, and could feel Lu Niang's concern.

"It seems that you have gained a lot!"

Lu Lingxi was a little surprised, after being separated for three days, Xia Ye's booty has increased a lot, of course, she has no intention of coveting it.

"By the way, don't you have research on ancient documents and history? There is something I want you to look at!"

Xia Ye took out the spar that Song Guo had found from Xia Qingyuan's body.

The size of an apple, it is round, exudes light blue silver light, and has irregular mysterious textures.

"this is……"

Lu Lingxi took it carefully, with a serious expression on his face. After checking it, he put his right hand on it, and patiently perceived it.

Song Guo squatted beside it, lost interest after watching it for a while, and went to tease the big white tiger.

"This is the core of a war building!"

Lu Lingxi gave the answer.

"Defensive or offensive?"

Xia Ye was a little excited.

Tribal buildings are divided into four categories, such as the Juggernaut Tower and the Ancestor Altar, which belong to the five basic buildings, and are indispensable buildings for a tribe.

The function of war buildings is war, including defensive and offensive buildings, and buildings that can produce arms are naturally included.

The third category is auxiliary buildings, which are supplements and extensions to the main buildings of those tribes, which can make the buildings more functional.

The fourth category of buildings is decoration, such as city gardens, memorial squares, and rare animal zoos, etc., all of which can be classified into this category.

In addition to these four types of buildings, there is another type called miracle buildings. As the name suggests, they are incredible buildings that cannot be imagined by human brains. They are unique and can give birth to miracle buildings.

Miracle buildings, many people can talk about them all their lives, but can't see them. Among the four types of buildings, war buildings are the most intuitive combat power of a tribe.

"Have you heard of the giant spirit god?"

Lu Lingxi asked back.

"I've heard that the Fengjing tribe's unique arms are very powerful in combat, but after the clan was exterminated, I don't know which tribe captured it!"

As Xia Ye said, he suddenly came to his senses and looked at Lu Lingxi in surprise: "You mean..."

"That's right, this is the core of the Giant Spirit Tower, it's very intact!"

Lu Lingxi returned the spar to Xia Ye.

Xia Ye swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the stone that was placed casually was now a little hot, if it was broken, he would have to chop off his hand.