The Strongest Tribe

In the Lingtian, corn seedlings swayed, their roots were strong, and their bodies were full of light. Some corn seedlings in some fields had already begun to sprout ears, and the corn grains with a light golden color bent their heads heavily.

Take me to see the new Lingmi.

Under the leadership of Elder Shao, Xia Tuo appeared by the Jiao River. Splashes appeared in the river, and the Jiao beasts floated up and down in the water. From time to time, they spit out water from their mouths and sprayed it towards the spiritual field on the bank.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help nodding his head. This is simply that the east is not bright and the west is bright. Originally, the dragon beast wanted to be the mount of the clansmen, but it started to help farm the land anyway.

On the south bank of Jiaohe River, a slightly flat place, the soil is full of aura, and there are about a hundred green plants growing in the soil, swaying in the wind.

Patriarch, this is the purple rice that the clan found in the depths of the mountains several years ago. After these years of cultivation, the aura contained in the purple rice has far surpassed that of corn. After trying it myself, I am sure that I will eat this purple rice for a long time. , can make up for the fighting spirit of warriors in the Tianmai realm, and can even nourish the physical body.

Speaking of this, Elder Shao paused and continued: The growth environment of purple rice is harsher than that of corn, and it needs more aura. Most of the aura soil brought back by the patriarch a few years ago is piled up here for use Cultivate purple rice.

The patriarch comes with me.

Afterwards, Shao led Xia Tuo towards a semi-open-air cave. The cave was excavated manually, and the roof of the cave was directly overturned so that the sun could shine in.

Entering the semi-open-air cave, one can clearly feel a strong aura pervading, the ground witch patterns are looming, and the formation of a triangle is formed by hooking and connecting.

Gathering spirit witch array.

This witch array is not big, occupying an area of ​​only a few feet. In the center of the big array is the spiritual soil. On it is a swaying purple-blue plant, which is two meters high, like a stalk as thick as an arm, with nine leaves.

But looking at it, it is not much worse than the spiritual grass he dug from the small world of Pidi.

Patriarch, at noon in the cave, the sun can shine in. This plant is also purple rice, but it has aura, and my subordinates specially invited the witch hall to arrange a gathering of spirits, just to cultivate this purple rice. It has been speculated that the spiritual rice grown from this spiritual plant will also be helpful to the warriors of the Divine Tibet Realm.

In fact, Elder Shao didn't need to say it, Xia Tuo could tell at a glance that this purple rice was full of spirituality, so it can be said that this is the real spiritual rice.

The spiritual rice in the spiritual field outside the cave can only be regarded as ordinary spiritual rice, but the spiritual rice in front of me can be classified as medicine.

This purple spirit rice needs sufficient spiritual energy to grow.

Yes. Elder Shao nodded, and continued: Once the spiritual energy is insufficient, it will fall into a state of stagnant growth, and it will wither if it takes too long. Fortunately, there is only this one plant at the moment, and the temple is going to cultivate it as a spiritual seed.

Walking out of the cave, Xia Tuo saw various fruit trees growing on the mountain next to him, some of which had fruited and were hanging on the branches.

Seeing Xia Tuo's eyes looking far away, Shao hurriedly said: Those are the fruit trees transplanted from the mountains by the clan over the years. Most of them are wild common species. I ordered people to plant them on the mountain. Let's see if there are any. Potential for improvement.

Then, after spending several days, Xia Tuo looked around the entire Eternal Mountain Range and several major guarding areas before returning to the tribe.

Then there was a few days of silence, and everyone in the clan thought he was retreating to heal his wounds,

However, Xia Tuo was writing vigorously in the summer garden.

In the stone hall, scrolls of animal skins fell on the ground in a mess, with words painted on them. After inspecting the entire tribe, he discovered many problems in the tribe. He spent more than ten years building a tribal development system that seemed Very powerful, but full of loopholes.

He has always been good at planning before making a decision. After thinking for a long time, he called the elders of the clan and discussed for a whole day after half a month. When the elders left, their eyes were shining brightly.

In general, the content of this clan meeting is to make up for the various shortcomings of the tribe, concentrate on doing big things, list all the problems of the tribe one by one, and then gather the strength of the whole tribe to solve them one by one.

The reform first started from the Wudian. Now there is only one real wizard in the Wudian, and that is the master of Luodian.

There are now six sorcerers in Zhu Youdian, but only three of them can make middle-grade shaman medicine.

By the way, there is another very important decision in this clan meeting, that is, the medicinal herbs, finished witch medicine, armor, ore, spiritual rice, etc. in the tribe have determined the grade division, and are in line with the wild land outside the mountain.

Taking the Martial Dao Tianmai Realm as the boundary, the resources needed for the cultivation of Tianmai Realm fighters are all in the category of ordinary ranks, such as cracking stones and below the cracking stones are ordinary ranks. The resources used in the environment are of the highest rank.

Divine Tibet Realm and above are all in the category of spiritual ranks, which are distinguished by ranks such as earth and heaven. Each rank is divided into upper, middle and lower ranks.

Relying on this division of ranks, the Ling Zhifu, wizard craftsman, witch medicine master, and curse master in the tribe are all divided into finished products corresponding to martial arts combat power.

For example, the three sorcerers in Zhu Youdian who can make inner breath pills are called mortal middle-grade witch medicine masters.

For the 100,000 members of the Xia tribe today, there are only three mid-level witch medicine masters, which is out of proportion. However, because the witchcraft inheritance in the tribe is messy and they have all followed the wild path over the years, this makes it difficult for witches to advance.

The strength of witchcraft is the basis for refining witch medicine, which has trapped the number of tribe witch medicine masters, and when the warriors in the Tianmai realm need witch medicine, the method of blending is no longer suitable, and medicine is needed The tripod is refined into a pill shape.

The problem facing the Witch Hall is that there are insufficient reserves of witchcraft. Now there are hundreds of witches in the huge Witch Hall, as if they have no spiritual food.

It's not that Qiao'er didn't pass down witchcraft, but for the witches and wizards in Zhu Youdian, it seems that they are restricted and unable to comprehend.

Internally, they can only make up for it from the outside. Xia Tuo took Fat Brother to the south on the Wangu to buy some witchcraft slaves and directly obtain their inherited witchcraft to make up for the lack of Xia tribe's lack of witchcraft inheritance.

As for whether the slave is willing or not.

Well, a slave can have the right to choose, is he still called a slave?

If the inheritance of a slave witch is small, then buy a hundred witch slaves, if a hundred is not enough, buy a thousand or two thousand, and add up all the witchcraft.

The Wangu has changed a lot from the beginning. The clansmen of the Artificer Hall have been continuously remodeling the big ship. Now the entire hull is covered with a ship armor made of added divine gold, depicting witch symbols.

With the momentum in the water, it can easily smash a half-pure blood beast into pieces.

During the years when he was silent in Qinglongshui in the north, Fat Brother brought the hundred-smelted iron essence in the tribe into the tribes of all sizes in the Linghe tribe, and brought back more than 400,000 beast cores. More than 100,000 yuan.

To Xia Tuo's surprise, the Kuilei tribe did not set up a clan to sacrifice to heaven, and seemed to have fallen silent all of a sudden, but the battle with the Linghe tribe did not stop, and the entire Linghe tribe had completely turned into a chaotic war zone.

On the bow deck, a wooden table was placed, and Xia Tuo and Fat Brother sat on both sides, looking very relaxed.

The Kuilei tribe seems to have noticed something strange. I saw that Kuilei's family luck has reached its peak. If we want to go further, we must set up a clan to sacrifice to the sky and open up the Bo tribe clan domain, but it is stuck abruptly.

The fat brother looked at the rippling blue water of the big lake, and whispered softly, and heard Xia Tuo's voice next to his ear.

What do you think a real upper-class tribe looks like?

A superior tribe?

Fat Brother didn't understand Xia Tuo's sudden question, so, isn't that what the upper tribes are like?

For the past few days, Xia Tuo has always been obsessed with what Wuwu said about the superior tribe, with millions of tribes, thousands of miles of tribes, and the appearance of fertile fields becoming spirits.

Could it be said that Chi Ming's generation is not good, it is the worst generation since Yankang?

Perhaps there are environmental factors. The land of the Dragon Han era was full of aura, but today's upper-class tribes are too disappointing, and even riding a dragon can't catch up with the power of the upper-class tribes of the Long Han era.

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A day later, the slave market in Zejin City.

Looking at the flow of people in the market, Xia Tuo squinted his eyes. He didn't expect that so many slave owners had been killed, the slave market was still so crowded, and there were so many warriors coming and going.

The more chaotic times there are, the more slaves there are and the higher the quality.

Afterwards, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother walked towards the underground cave of the slave market, and left after entering the market. Xia Tuo directly pointed out that he wanted to buy high-level slaves and see the market deacon.

In the dark cave, when the ghost deacon saw Xia Tuo, he was almost frightened out of his wits, why did he find this place directly.

What good slaves are there in the market now, such as witchcraft and strong warriors?

Xia Tuo's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Ghost Deacon and said.

Soon the ghost deacon's expression recovered, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Yes, a witch slave who doesn't know what kind of witchcraft you need to practice.

What kind of witch slaves are there in the market?

I wish you a lot of skills.

Take me to see.

Xia Tuo followed Ghost Deacon along the deep stone road, which was dark and winding.

My lord, just give me an order.

Ghost Deacon made a sound, obviously this place is safe.

The clan needs witch slaves, as long as they are slaves who practice witchcraft, and slaves who are good at cultivating spiritual plants.

My lord, there are twenty-three shamans and two shamans in the market.

This is a lot.

After all, generally speaking, there are only a few witch cultivators in a tribe, but not every tribe is like the Xia tribe.

They were all sent in the last year, from the Linghe Clan.

Hearing what the ghost deacon said, Xia Tuo's eyes became thoughtful. The slave owner's power in the northwest may have recovered, otherwise it would be impossible to start arresting slaves again.

It's only been a few short years, and the slave owner has started to make trouble again. Of course, he, Xia, also played a bad role in the intertwined vortex, such as sending refined iron to places where there is chaos. Is this considered war? dealer.