After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

"Liu Lang, Yang Cang, why are you here?"

The second uncle heard a familiar voice and looked back with surprise on his face.

How could Yang Cang and Liulang come so far away?

"Where did Brother Shan go with the Xuanjia Army?"

Yang Cang stretched his head and looked inside the shop. Yang Qingshan and the Xuanjia Army were nowhere to be seen, so he asked anxiously.

"Qingshan was afraid that you would be worried, so he took the Xuanjia Army back first. We exchanged a lot of Qinghe Spirit Spikes with the Qinghe Tribe this time."

The second uncle immediately felt that something was wrong, put down the snow salt in his hand, and let other people in the business department take over.

He brought Yang Yi and Yang Cang into the food backyard and said in surprise:

"Why, you didn't see Qingshan. He left early the day before yesterday."

"We followed the business route all the way and didn't encounter any."

Yang Yi and Yang Cang looked at each other, and their pupils moved. It was impossible for Yang Qingshan and the others not to take the business route when they came back.

problem occurs!

According to the second uncle, they have almost sold out all the goods they brought out these days.

There were only [-] kilograms of snow salt left, and it would take a long time to get out, so the second uncle discussed it with Yang Qingshan.

Yang Qingshan and Xuan Jiajun first returned to the tribe with the exchanged materials. The second uncle led the business department to sell the remaining snow salt and then returned.

Both of them are martial arts masters of the Mortal Breaking Realm, and their subordinates are basically Yun Shen Realm and Body Tempering Realm martial artists.

This lineup is much stronger than those of the Silver Tribe's caravans, and if they are separated, there will generally be no problems.

Some monster beasts and groups of ferocious beasts will not easily provoke the human race when they see the huge team from a distance.

Those who set out the day before yesterday should have returned to the tribe long ago, and they didn't meet them on the way.

"Second uncle, you and Uncle Cang first go outside to inquire about information from passing caravans to see if they have met my father or the others outside."

"The other tribesmen are packing their things, we are ready to leave at any time."

Yang Yi's eyes flashed with light, and he took advantage of this period of time to decide to go to the Qinghe tribe to explore and see if he could find any clues.

The wilderness outside was endless, and when Yang Yi and Yang Cang came, they didn't find any traces left by Yang Qingshan and the others.

If you really encounter a powerful demon clan, it will definitely leave traces in two days.

Things are not simple. Yang Yi has doubts about the Qinghe Golden Tribe and all the caravans in this mall.

Yang Cang and his second uncle each brought two tribesmen with them, a large handful of bronze coins and silver coins in their arms, and immediately hurried out to find out the news.

The other tribesmen also quickly put away their snow salt, closed the shop doors, and were ready to leave at any time.

Yang Yi's figure was hidden in the darkness, passing by the stone wall of the backyard, and quickly headed towards the new city of Qinghe Tribe.

The figure seemed to be fluttering in the wind, silently, Yang Yi left the mall, not far away was the new city of Qinghe tribe, which was even taller and more majestic.

The city wall is more than 20 meters high and more than [-] kilometers wide. It extends along the direction of the valley. It is endless and it is unknown how many kilometers long it is.

Yang Yi hid on one side of the mountainside, looking down from a high position to observe the new city.

About fifty kilometers away from the gate of the new city, there is a tall palace built in the center of the city. It is the largest building seen by the Qinghe tribe now.

The target was locked and the surroundings were clearly observed. Yang Yi's eyes flashed with anger, and he quickly set off and went straight to the main hall.

Taking advantage of the gap between the guards walking back and forth, Yang Yi instantly crossed the city wall and got into the city.

Putting on a piece of loose clothing made of monster skin, Yang Yi lowered his head to cover his face as he walked through the crowd.

It is indeed a golden tribe with a population of one million. There are many people coming and going in Qinghe City, which is very lively.

Through the corner of his eye, Yang Yi looked carefully and found that the Qinghe tribe was generally much thinner than the Dongling tribe.

The vast majority of ordinary people are becoming thinner and even have a numbness on their faces due to long hours of heavy work and not enough food.

In comparison, the people of the Dongling tribe looked more burly and fierce.

This is because the people of the Dongling tribe have enough to eat, and because the people have better cultivation methods.

Warriors in the Body Tempering Realm and above can practice the Earth-level [Five Elements Body Tempering Mind Technique].

In a one-on-one battle at the same level, the warriors of the Qinghe tribe are definitely no match for the Dongling tribe.

After observing around, I would encounter warriors from time to time, shouting at ordinary people.

The ordinary tribesmen were obedient and cautious, for fear of angering the warriors.

Yang Yi understood in his heart that not all tribes were like the Dongling tribe.

Everyone can have enough to eat, and the warriors respect ordinary people equally. Everyone is filled with happy and contented smiles every day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

On the stone street, people passed by in a hurry, as if they had endless work.

These ordinary members of the Qinghe tribe were careful to avoid Yang Yi.

Those who can afford to wear monster skin clothing are either warriors or the descendants of the big shots in the Qinghe tribe.

No matter which one, ordinary tribesmen like them cannot afford to offend them. They just want to live.

If you can see the sun of tomorrow every day, you will be satisfied in this life.

It seems that a population of more than 100 million is already the limit that ordinary golden tribes can bear.

The strength of the Dongling Tribe is now equivalent to that of the Golden Tribe, which only supports less than [-] tribesmen.

Yang Yi thought in his mind that it seemed that by increasing the population of the Dongling tribe to 50, the population expansion could be suspended for the first time.

We cannot be like the Qinghe tribe, where there are still people who don’t have enough to eat.

Management in the tribe must also be done well. It cannot be like Qinghe, where powerful warriors in the tribe can bully ordinary tribesmen at will.

Everyone grew up from ordinary tribesmen, and some of their relatives are ordinary people.

You can be fierce externally, but not internally.

The Qinghe Golden Tribe is like this, but so are the other tribes.

No wonder those exiles quickly returned home within a few days after arriving at the Dongling Tribe.

They all respect and love Yang Qingshan, Yang Yi and others very much.

Yang Yi came to the city unimpeded, in front of the palace built of huge stones and spiritual trees.

The gate in front of the palace was tightly closed, and there were two rows of warriors standing guard outside the gate, holding long spears.

There is something shameful about closing the door in broad daylight, Yang Yi rubbed his chin and thought.

Hidden in the crowd and walking around the palace, there were only two ways to get in.

One is to rush in directly from the gate. The guards outside cannot withstand Yang Yi's move.

Either there are several skylights on the top of the palace, and Yang Yi has to find a way to get up to the palace in the square where people come and go.

Retreating to the darkness, Yang Yi returned to the world in the book. He suddenly thought that the ancient phoenix and sycamore tree emperor had the ability to induce hallucinations.

After some love and care, the ancient phoenix sycamore tree shed two tears and gave it to Yang Yi.

It turns out that what can make creatures hallucinate are the tears of the ancient phoenix and sycamore trees.

But how could two drops be enough? Yang Yi rolled up his sleeves and went straight to the saplings to start a family violence.

Xiaojin's twenty-centimeter-long figure was like a ram sprinting, constantly bumping against the small trunk of the Ancient Phoenix Sycamore Tree King.

After catching half a bamboo tube full of tears, Yang Yi left the world in the book with satisfaction.

The Ancient Phoenix Wutong Tree Emperor, who looked sad, was left alone to grieve.