After adjusting his breath for a moment, the pressure of the war energy spreading on Xia Tuo's body gradually dissipated, and the stone house returned to peace.

He once again penetrated a Tianzhi, allowing him to clearly feel the changes in his body. Every inch of blood and bones experienced a baptism again, which not only increased his strength, but also added vitality.

Without delaying any further, he got up and walked out. The deer outside the stone house had been standing for a long time.

In order to open the second heavenly vein, he spent a day and a night without inquiries about tribal affairs.

"What happened."

"Clan leader, Senior Feng Xian is here."

Lu quickly said, Feng Xian's arrival also made him jump. After all, he was following Xia Tuo. Looking at the old man Xia Tuo was fooling, the old man had actually been found.

It was precisely because he knew that the clan leader was fooling Feng leisurely that Lu was a little panicked.

No matter how old the old man is, he is still a warrior in the Tianmai realm!

"Where is he?"

Lu's words made Xia Tuo stunned, but then he realized that he had a one-year appointment with Old Man Feng Xian, and now he was almost done. Unexpectedly, this old man really came here.

His eyes lit up. He was really worried that no one would help him manage the human palace.

You must take this old man down!

If this vote is done, the Xia tribe will be like a strong man.

And there are many benefits to getting the leisure time. The old man has lived for hundreds of years. Even if he is used to being alone, he always has a few friends.

He likes to make friends the most.

Xia Tuo kept thinking about how to tie old man Feng Xian to his own boat.

"He was watching Elder Shao farming at the foot of the Tribe Mountain."

The deer spread her hands and showed a hint of helplessness. The old man just knew how to play. When he came to the Xia tribe, he didn't see anything, but he looked at the food grown by the tribe.

"Let's go and have a look."

Xia Tuo took Lu to the edge of the top of the tribe's mountain and looked down at the foot of the mountain. He suddenly saw the old man lying on a green field.

There is no way, it’s all a group of women and girls, and there’s such an old man, which is very eye-catching.

...

At this moment, the old man Feng Xian was lying under a corn plant, and his head was almost eating the soil. He stretched out his big hand covered with pleated pieces, grabbed a handful of soil at the root of the corn, put it in the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and a hint of surprise appeared deep in his pupils.

Spiritual power.

Using spiritual power to configure ordinary weeds, and through continuous screening from generation to generation, spiritual weeds can eventually be cultivated.

The old man with corn and earthy potatoes naturally knew it and knew that it could fill his stomach, but that was all. What else could he do except for the wild people who couldn't eat enough in the deep mountains and fields to fill his stomach?

So, in his eyes, this is the weed.

The Xia tribe actually arranged a witch formation to stimulate spiritual power to cultivate weeds, which was very good and powerful.

Not only that, he thought he also saw a deeper meaning. If he really cultivated corn and potatoes containing spirituality, then the tribe members naturally don’t have to focus on hunting and eating meat in their practice.

Moreover, compared to hunting, planting this can be safer. Planting spiritual rice around the entire tribe can completely cultivate more soldiers.

The Man Palace is indeed worthy of its reputation!

Looking for the past and the present, following the footsteps of our ancestors, and recreating the prosperity of the human race!

From this point of viewing the big picture from the small, the palace of human beings is well-known!

Shao Ming looked at the old man who was constantly twitching in the field from a distance, and was a little confused. She drove a few girls hiding not far away and laughing far away, for fear of making the old man angry.

Lu said that this is the distinguished guest of the patriarch.

The distinguished guest of the clan leader is the distinguished guest of the tribe, so you cannot make the distinguished guest angry.

Feng Xian naturally didn't care about the sneak shots of the girl in the distance. He was so old that he had already practiced thicker than cowhides, so he wouldn't have to worry about a few little girls.

He sprinkled the soil in his hand and turned to look at Shaoming.

"Little girl, what if your witch formation is broken?"

Although she was a little dissatisfied with the old man calling him a little girl, Shao Ming still walked up and said, "If the witch formation is broken, the witches in the witch palace will come to repair it. The witches will patrol these witch formations every few days."

"The Witch will come to patrol these muds."

Feng Xian couldn't believe it. He doubted whether he had heard it wrong. He remembered that witches were very arrogant. Even the kind witches were mostly immersed in their own practice and rarely dealt with trivial matters other than witchcraft.

Could it be that I have been accustomed to wandering alone for many years and have changed the rules in the tribe?

"Of course, these were arranged by the witches in the witch palace, and it took ten days."

Looking at Shao Ming's natural expression without any falsehood, Feng Xian felt that things were not that simple.

Just kidding, all the witch formations were arranged in just ten days in such a large area. Could it be that the witches of the Xia tribe had eight hands, or was your witch the great witch master?

I heard that there is an octopus in Tuzeju Lake that can spit ink and catch fish with eight claws.

"Our tribe has three wizards, more than twenty high-level wizards, and more than one hundred middle- and low-level wizards. If we could not complete the witch formations in this place in ten days, our patriarch would have already jumped and cursed."

Three wizards.

More than twenty high-level witches.

More than a hundred middle and low-level witches.

In an instant, the old man Feng was very light.

etc!

Feng Xian opened his mouth, and he thought he would go and ask me.

More than a hundred witches are sure to be not totem warriors.

...

"Old brother."

At the foot of the tribe, Xia Tuo ran down the mountain to greet him, and even his shoes almost ran away.

"Little brother."

“…”

Xia Tuo opened his mouth.

The demon who said he was young was chopped by him last time.

"Brother, what's going on?" Old Man Feng Xian asked Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuoon understood the whole story and looked at the old man Feng Xian and said, "Is there any problem?"

Shaoming: Is there any problem?

Deer: Is there any problem?

The girls in the clan who were surrounded looked at Old Man Feng Xian with their big eyes open.

Is there any problem?

There are more than 100 witches in our Xia tribe. Is there any problem with this?

We can't do it in terms of strength, but we can make up for the quality.

By the way, I forgot to say that after Qiaoer successfully promoted to a wizard, Wu Dian was stimulated to go to the snail deep in the forest and was promoted to the wizard back.

Moreover, the witchcraft he practiced is the most cruel and tyrannical curse among many witchcrafts. It is the kind of curse witch that hiding in dark corners, bleeds in the seven orifices, bleeds in the eight orifices, and the whole body turns into dirty blood.

For a moment, Feng Xian's face turned red when he was watched in surprise by so many people.

Is it okay?

Can it be fine!

He had never heard of the witches of that tribe who could line up in ten rows and ten rows, and still have the remainder.

No, I have never heard of any tribe with a slap number.

Little brother, that's great!

Xia Tuo pulled the old man Feng Xian's arm and walked up the mountain, then said, "Old brother, I miss you so much."

Dragged by Xia Tuo, Feng Xian followed Xia Tuo along the winding mountain road towards the mountain, and Feng Xian looked around while walking, but he still didn't come back to his senses from what had happened just now. The dignified Tianmai warrior was actually despised by so many people.

The old man Feng, who was arrogant and napping through the North Wolf's nest, was actually despised by the savages in the past in a corner of the mountain.

"Brother, I really admire you when I came out of the Human Palace."

At this moment, Feng Xian suddenly saw Xia Tuo's expression, and suddenly went from smiling to grayness to gloomy face. Finally, he smiled bitterly, his body staggered, filled with grief, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

this……

For a moment, Feng Xian was shocked, no, right?

Xia Tuo rubbed his face, pretended to be energetic, and said, "Let's go, old brother, come, I'm happy, brother Xia tribe. I must have some fun tonight, and then the old brother rests in the tribe for a few days."
To be continued...