Chapter 89: Bing approaching the city

Qiuyu tribe city is a very large site. At this moment, many people are sitting on the ground, talking and laughing with each other, obviously some people know each other.
　　Of course, there are lone rangers among them, sitting there with their eyes closed, doing pranayama, as if no one else enters, waiting for the bartering convention to start.
　　 Xia Tuo came to take a look, and suddenly realized that this bartering meeting should be similar to an auction. A group of people bid, and whoever puts out something with high value will get it.
　　 He found a sparsely populated place to sit down, and the deer sat down next to him. Unexpectedly, the old man Feng Xian also sat cross-legged next to him. He didn't look like an outsider, as if he was dependent on him.
　　 "Oh, old man Feng, long time no see."
　　 There was a majestic voice in his ears. An old man walked from behind, walking and walking, his black hair casually draped over his shoulders, his face was wrinkled, but there was a young man's red face, and his momentum was like a rainbow.
　　 "Dongshan Jue, you came early."
　　 Fengxian tilted his head and glanced, then smiled.
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo also heard the identity of the visitor from the surrounding crowd, Dongshan Jue, the master of the middle Dongshan tribe, and a warrior in the Heavenly Vessel.
　　 The patriarch of the middle-level tribe seems to be very familiar with the old man next to him. Obviously, this old man should also be a warrior in the Celestial Vein Realm, so he is also the head of the clan.
　　 "The old man Feng is still digging the ruins of broken stones, I still said that, come to my east mountain, you can choose the location."
　　 "I have long been used to going back and forth between the mountains and the wild."
　　 Fengxian waved his hand and said softly.
　　 In the end, Dongshan absolutely left, but he took a deep look at Xia Tuo.
　　 This made Xia Tuo very surprised. I have to say that a piece of gold shines everywhere.
　　 "An old friend."
　　 Fengxian turned his head and smiled at Xia Tuo.
　　 Xia Tuo raised his eyes, slandering in his heart, showing off anything, it won’t take long, Xiaoye is also a Celestial Realm fighter, younger than you.
　　Envy value 10086
　　Tian is pitiful, in the old man Feng Xian's heart, there is absolutely no intention to show off, he feels that since Xia Tuo comes from that palace, there is still a shortage of Tianmai fighters.
Seeing Xia Tuo's eyelids blinked and nodded slightly, there was no other expression, making Feng Xian feel that his guess was more and more correct. The master of the middle tribe did not cause Xia Tuo's mood swings, and he must have seen it frequently before To Tianmai Warrior's sake.
　　 rumbling!
　　 Soon, there was a roar, and the clearing was already full of people. Only the middle place was empty. The head of the Qiyu tribe appeared. After a few words of greeting, he sat with a few middle-level tribe leaders.
　　 asked the elder of the rain tribe to start this bargaining meeting.
　　 I have to say that the Qiuyu tribe is worthy of being a middle-class tribe. The things they took out really made Xia Tuo greedy, and Harazi was about to stay.
　　 The first thing that the Yu tribe brought out, the sound transmission witch talisman, totaled two pieces, which can transmit sound to each other far away from Chongshan.
　　 With this little thing, the Xia Tribe Witch Palace cannot be made right now. This is the masterpiece of the Qiuyu Tribe Witch.
　　 can't afford it, Xia Tuo chooses to close his eyes and not look, so as not to have corns in his eyes.
　　 "This thing is very impractical. It also needs fifty hybrid beast cores. This is crazy."
　　 Fengxian old man talked to this sound transmission witch talisman, his eyes looked at garbage.
　　 For each of the next objects, Xia Tuo could only drool while looking at it, and couldn't change it.
There are a lot of mussel beads in the backpack carried by the deer, but in comparison, they can only be exchanged for dozens of beast cores. He came to the market to see if he could change something that would help the development of the tribe. .
　　 However, the bartering meetings are all high-end goods, and he is obviously a soft-shelled turtle who has just stepped out of the forest, and he has not adapted to the environment outside the mountain for a while.
　　 Five years, five full years, how many hybrid beast cores have to be thrown.
　　 Thinking of this, his heart hurts.
　　Suddenly, Xia Tuo's eyes fell on the four majestic figures in the front. This was the real organizer of the market and the master of the four medium-sized tribes.
　　The four middle-level tribes in the southern wasteland of the Wangu Mountains, Qiuyu, Nanshan, Dongshan, and Qinghu, each have tens of thousands of people.
　　 Seeing Xia Tuo's gaze turned to the four figures in the front, Feng Xian suddenly said: "These four guys under the guise of the market market are not to discuss how to resist the northern expansion of the upper black crow department."
　　 "The big demon is torturous, when will the tribal fighting cease."
　　 Xia Tuo chanted softly, squinting.
　　 Fengxian's expression condensed, and his eyes widened to Xia Tuo.
　　 "You~~~"
　　 "The frontier wasteland has fallen, my human civilization has fallen, and the people of my palace are self-reliant on restoring my human clothes and inheriting civilization. However, the tribes are still fighting each other and the inheritance is lacking. It is difficult to inherit human civilization."
　　 Xia Tuo's expression of sorrow and compassion, every word of regret.
　　 The deer behind him was stunned in this scene. He remembered that it was like this when the patriarch and the elder of the Dafeng tribe met for the first time.
　　 After a few years, the patriarch started to work again.
　　 miss me.
　　 Xia Tuo, with a sad expression on his face, looked at Fengxian, shook his head and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, I'm lamented."
　　 Fengxian on the side is in awe.
　　 Rendian, Rendian, it’s no wonder that you dare to take this name as the name!
　　 Inheriting the human clothing and recreating human civilization, this is a good human man.
　　 After three hundred years of wind and leisure in the mountains, there is a feeling that I have been wasted for so many years.
　　 "I don't know where the Human Palace is, the old man wants to visit the ancestors in the temple."
　　 Xia Tuo shook his head, his expression unchanged, and said: "You ancestors traveled everywhere, looking for the traces of the great demon outside. If the great demon is not eliminated, how can the inheritance be restored."
　　 "Oh oh."
　　 Feng nodded his head in a hurry, feeling even more wasted.
　　 It turns out that there are so many powerful people in the human race, working hard for the inheritance of the human race.
As a warrior of the Celestial Vein Realm, he is arrogant to be a powerhouse of the same rank. Few know the history of the frontier than him. For a long time, he has been haunting the ancient ruins and found too many fragments of historical sites and sporadic records. A lot of information.
　　 Great Demon.
　　 Without exception, such a terrifying existence is recorded in those ancient ruins.
　　 It was the great demon that caused the current ending of this mountain and wild. It is precisely because of this that he is more and more accustomed to wandering alone, disdain to join any tribe.
　　 "The little brother came out not just to travel as simply as possible."
　　 "I can't hide it from my old brother. Traveling is only one of them. The more important thing is to come out and have a look."
　　 Xia Tuo pondered for a moment and then said: "Don't hide the truth from the old brother, the younger brother is not only the elder of the palace, but also the head of a small tribe deep in the mountains."
　　 Looking at Feng Xian in surprise, Xia Tuo's expression did not change at all.
　　 The deer behind him was surprised, what happened to the patriarch, he even revealed his old bottom.
　　 "The little brother thinks that the elders in the palace are looking for the traces of the big demon. There are many little brothers and one little brother. The little brother wants to find a new way to find a way to inherit human civilization."
　　 "So a few years ago, I gathered some scattered people in the mountains and formed a small tribe. I wanted to see if I could find another way."
　　 Xia Tuo's words made Old Feng Xian stunned, bragging, true or false, false is true and true or false, this is the highest state of bragging.
　　 Lu sat silently behind him, giving his family thirty-two likes.
　　 The patriarch is a real show, so everyone who has experienced him feels the same.
　　 "What the little brother did made the old man ashamed."
　　 After a long time, Feng Xian's mouth moved, and such a sentence popped out.
　　 "Isn't the ambition not young, the older brother is still young."
　　 Xia Taku narrowed his eyes and said softly.
　　 Heavenly Pulse Realm Warrior, come to the bowl.
　　 For a while, Xia Tuo didn't even bother to watch the bartering conference, and the old man He Feng leaned together, teasing his head and muttering.
　　 "By the way, old man Feng, can you encounter any weird places when you travel between north and south."
　　 Hearing the words, Feng Xian showed a touch of contemplation, and said with a wry smile: "The wild land is so big, and there are countless dangerous places. There are so many weird places."
　　 "Look at me."
Xia Tuo pretended to be embarrassed and showed a touch of apology, and then said: "Monster, he is a demon, he drinks blood, fascinates people, is indifferent, cruel and tyrannical. I opened my mouth and thought of the demon. Forgive me, brother, let's watch the bartering conference."
　　 Xia Tuo stopped talking just enough, he really couldn't make up, these true and false words were enough for Feng Feng to digest.
　　 Obviously, the old man's mind is no longer at the bartering meeting.
　　 At the moment, the chief elder of the Qiuyu tribe in the forefront, holding a piece of ore in his hand, the surface is inlaid with a little bit of blue crystal, shining in the sun like a wave of water flowing.
　　 azure blue water iron.
　　 The best material for making witch soldiers is worth one hundred hybrid beast cores~EbookFREE.me~, but I can’t afford it again. Xia Tuo is very sad. I really don’t know that I am a turtle without going out.
　　 "Shui Changdong!"
　　 abruptly, there was a majestic voice resounding across the sky, blasting in the ears of everyone, shocking the many soldiers gathered around.
　　 Shui Changdong, ask for the name of the lord of the rain tribe, who is so bold, dare to call the name of Shui Changdong.
　　 For a time, Xia Tuo saw that the leaders of the four major tribes in front were all getting up, and the depressive aura on his body began to rise, vaguely surrounded by the phantom of the air current like a big river, surging like waves.
　　咻!
　　 The next moment, I saw the sky above the sky, the eagle whistling, the big eagle spreads its wings and golden light, and the sky wind roars between the feathers, hovering above the sky.
　　 And above the golden eagle stood a very tall man.
　　 In an instant, the billowing momentum poured down from the sky, crushing everyone to their feet, one by one unable to get up.
　　 Shui Changdong and the three people around him glanced at each other, and then said aloud: "I didn't expect that the seventh elder of the Black Crow Department would come to me in the barren land of the Northern Wilderness. I was really flattered."
　　啾!
　　 The golden eagle cried, and the sound was harsh. Many people in the Qiuyu tribe directly roared in both ears and fell to the ground with blood from the corners of their mouths.
　　 A true pure-blooded fierce beast, comparable to a human warrior.
　　 "Shui Changdong, Dongshan Jue, Qing Shui Yao, Nanshan Mu, why not go to my Black Crow Tribe to meet you!"