Chapter 120: A small tribe with no one

"Okay, Uncle, let's go out and stroll around."
Qiao'er pulled the corner of Xia Tuo's clothes and prayed.
"Okay, call Fat Brother, Uncle tells you, Fat Brother has poisonous eyes, he can see things accurately, and he is good at finding treasures from the trash."
"Really?"
Qiao'er's eyes lit up, and she was about to drag Xia Tuo out.
"Go, let's call Fat Brother."
White Lake City, like Zejin City Xia Tuo once visited, is also a big city on the south bank of the Tuze Great Lake. The difference is that this big city is the only city among the five big cities of the Black Crow Tribe that is not suppressed by the Black Crow Tribe.
The White Lake City Lord is a totem warrior at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Vein Realm. He was there twenty years ago. He has been practicing in the stone hall in the center of the city for these years, but he is rarely seen by outsiders.
It is for this reason that the Black Crow Tribe also gave face to the White Lake City Lord. After all, I don’t know one day when the White Lake City Lord can break through the Heavenly Vein Realm and be promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm. Then he will be at the same level as the Black Crow Tribe Lord. .
Like Zejin City’s rules, White Lake City also collects a hybrid beast core, but fighting is not forbidden in the city.
Legend has it that one of the two disciples of the White Lake City Lord killed a street in the city, blood flowed into a river, and was finally adopted by the White Lake City Lord as a disciple.
Xia Tuo took Qiao'er, and Qiao'er pulled the sluggish fat brother. As for the conch did not come out, he gave him the inheritance bead of the cursed wizard to the conch. The conch was enlightening, and he asked Feng to stay in the stone workshop to guard the conch. So as not to be disturbed.
The city is very lively, with figures coming in and out, people are full of voices, and the number of people also represents a mixture of fish and dragons. Some are from the tribe, but some are casual practitioners wandering around the earth, with a shabby face, and you can feel a strong evil spirit from far away.
"Brother Fatty, Uncle said you are amazing, can you let Qiao'er see it."
Being dragged by Qiao'er's sleeves, Fatty turned around from his stunned mind and looked towards the stalls on the ground around him, but he didn't notice the animal bones, animal skins, and herbs on the surrounding stalls at all.
The three of them continued to move forward. There were many stone roads in the city, one after another crisscrossing each other. Xia Tuo also scanned the surrounding stalls. He saw a lot of weird things, but most of them couldn’t figure it out. For instance, these things are the easiest to fake. .
Soon, Fat Fu stopped and stopped in front of a stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a scar on his right cheek, which made him look a bit sulky.
The fat mallard grabbed a palm-sized slate on the stall and lacked a stone slab with a fish shadow on it. This fish looked strange, with two heads and a triangular tail.
"This this."
The fat fish quickly grabbed a few other things, a blue herb and a blue animal bone.
"Ten hybrid beast cores."
The middle-aged man looked at Qiao'er, who was squatting next to the fat brother, and suddenly opened his mouth.
"Three."
The fat brother shook his head and replied.
The middle-aged stall showed a touch of embarrassment on his face, and then said: "This stone legend is from a superior tribe, and it is the ordinary root..."
If on weekdays, Fat Fu would still be happy to talk to the stall owner, he was in a bad mood today, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"White Lake City does not forbid killing, three beast cores, you must dare to say one more thing, I will beat you to death."
For an instant, Qiao'er's eyes widened, she looked at Fat Brother with an incredulous look, and then looked at the middle-aged stallholder. It turned out that bargaining can still be done like this.
Xia Tuo threw three beast cores to the stall owner and watched Fat Brother grab the stone and the herb, Qiao'er looked at him dumbfounded, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
This middle-aged man didn't look at the scars on his face, but he couldn't do it.
I was directly scared by the fat brother.
Trembling tremblingly, he grabbed three beast cores and stuffed them into his arms, thinking about leaving White Lake City to set up stalls in other cities. It was a bit scary here.
"Silver Armor, made from the scales of the fierce beast silver fish in the water of the Great Lake of Tuze, as long as ten hybrid beast cores, it has the same defensive power as the open mountain realm."
"The finest flaming red flowers, a bunch of beast cores."
...
All kinds of shouts intertwined on the stone path, Xia Tuo looked in the direction of the flaming red flower, a flower and a bundle of grass, so he wanted a beast core, deceive the ghost.
In this way, Xia Tuo and Qiao'er followed the fat brother, shopping street by street.
On Qiao'er's head, there was a bone hairpin that was crystal clear as white jade. The whole body was covered with fine cracks. It looked like it was broken, but there was still light flowing.
As for Xia Tuo's body, there are even more things, the scales of the Jade Blood Crystal Lion, the crystal fish bones, two unknown animal bones with the thickness of two arms, and all kinds of broken stones, all clanging all over the body.
When the night fell, the three returned to the stone workshop, gathered on the stone bed in the stone house, and looked at the piles of things like hills in front of them.
"Fat brother, tell me what this bone hairpin does."
Qiao'er grabbed the bone hairpin on her head, looking curious.
"This is made of the fish bones of the fissure-bone phosphorous fish that can only be found in the depths of the lake. The bones of the rift scaly fish are full of cracks when they are born. As they grow up, the cracks on the fish bones will gradually grow. "
At this moment, the fat brother seemed to regain some air, and he grabbed the bone hairpin and said to everyone.
"This bone hairpin has not completely cracked, and it contains a trace of fish marrow. The fish marrow of the schizophrenia has the effect of improving soul power. For witches, is it important to improve soul power?"
"No wonder it gives me a warm feeling."
Qiao'er grabbed the bone hairpin and re-inserted it on her head with joy.
The fat brother once again grabbed a green scale with traces of blood mixed with blood. It was the size of a palm and was exactly the scale of a green blood crystal lion.
"The ordinary blue blood crystal lion is just a mixed blood state. There will be no bloodshot eyes on the scales. Only when the blood vein concentration reaches a certain level, bloodshot eyes will appear on the scales. This scale is not the size of a palm. It should come from a blood vein to a certain extent. For young beasts of a certain degree, the green blood in the scales can be used to refine the witch medicine Bi Xue San."
"Bi Xue San, Qiao'er knows, it can improve the blood energy of the soldiers in the open mountain realm, and it can also be used to rush through."
...
Xia Tuo leaned against the stone wall, listening to Fat Brother and Qiao'er singing and talking, he felt that he really picked up a big treasure this time, and someone in the bargaining hall could finally support it.
If these thieves don’t go empty, does the tribe want any resources in the future?
"The two-headed fish depicted on this stone tablet is a totem mark of a tribe."
"These two bones are from pure blood fierce beasts. Among them, the bone marrow is not completely dried up. Extracting the bone marrow can be used for cultivation, which is very useful for the soldiers in the open mountain realm."
"This stone is a black crystal mine, used to make witchcraft."
"This is Baoguangshi."
"This is refined iron that has been smelted. It should be smelted more than ten times."
...
Xia Tuo is very happy, very happy.
At this moment, he felt that he didn't say it twice, which was not enough to express his excitement.
After finishing talking about things like hills, Fatty learned that Xia Tuo usually leaned on the stone wall, and didn't care about the things around him. He could find these at any time, and he said he didn't use it. Naturally, I don't care much.
So he gave Qiaoer.
"Uncle, help Qiao'er pretend first."
Qiao'er gathered these shining things to her side and smiled openly, very happy.
With a big wave of his hand, Xia Tuo threw everything into the Demon Slayer Order space, and the fat brother who was watching was taken aback.
"Storage space!"
Looking at the Demon Slayer Order in Xia Tuo's hand, Fat Brother's eyes seemed to be nailed to it.
"Let me just say it, fat brother, why should I look away and know that this is a good baby."
Fat brother grabbed Zhu Yaoling and placed it in front of him and looked at it carefully. Not long after, his eyes lit up and he returned to Xia Tuo, and said regretfully, "No wonder you didn't change it before. Even if you do, I can't use Fat Brother. ."
"A piece of demon-killing order, blood stains the bones of the sky."
Fat brother sighed abruptly, making everyone surprised. This was the first time he saw Fat Brother so solemnly.
"I remember the dead ghost father said a word to me, the final ending of every slaying demon leader is buried in the hands of the demon."
"A day off, let's return to the tribe."
Xia Tuo put away the demon-killing order, got up and walked towards his stone house.
"Little Qiaoer, has your uncle killed a demon?"
Qiao'er was playing with the bone hairpin in her hand and said without raising her head.
"Killed, and killed several more."
"Kill a few." Fat Wan's eyes couldn't help showing a dignified look, but then he shook his head. Since he decided to go to the Xia tribe~EbookFREE.me~, he had no choice but to live his life for three hundred years. A hundred years of talking.
His dead father also said one thing, that he would not let him become the leader of the punish demon, and the demon blood will be stained, and until he dies, a steady stream of demon will be found.
"Fat brother, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing."
Leaning against the corner of the wall, the fat mallard took out a small animal skin bag from his arms and pinched it in his hands, lost in thought.
"Fat brother, I'm going back to rest too."
Qiaoer hopped off the stone bed and left the stone house of Fatty.
...
Eternal Mountain Range.
Between the mountains and forests, a group of clan soldiers wearing blue armor, led by a deer, headed towards the distant mountain like an antelope horn.
The deer spread out the animal skin scroll in his hand, and the animal skin scroll was marked under the Lingjiao Mountain. There was a scattered department of about 500 people living in it. Their task was to move this scattered department to the beach of the Lu River.
The mudflat of the Jinhe River is one of many scattered gathering places. In the past few days, tribal soldiers have attacked various places and divided into many migration teams.
Therefore, the speed of migration is not slow. Seventeen scattered tribes have been formed. According to the orders of the patriarch, each tribe has a population of one to two thousand.
"Hurry up."
The deer rolled up the animal skin and shouted to the clan soldiers beside him.
...
At this time, it was noon, and everyone approached Lingjiao Mountain along the mountain road and approached the Sanbu.
"Elder, I lead the way. There are several children in this tribe that I brought into the Hall of Man."
In the team, a member of the tribe shouted, ran to the foot of the mountain quickly, and quickly disappeared in the woods.
Deer also shouted: "Let's hurry up too."
"Elder, elder!"
Without going far, Ke, who had ran there before, ran back in a panic.
"Elder, no one in the tribe!"