There is a very large venue in Qiuyu Tribe City. At this moment, many people are sitting on the ground, talking and laughing at each other. Obviously, some people know each other.

Of course, there is also a Maverick, who sits there with his eyes slightly closed, and is breathing, looking like he is not allowed to enter, waiting for the bartering conference to begin.

When Xia Tuo came and saw it, he immediately realized that this bartering conference should be similar to the auction format. A group of people bid, whoever takes out the things worth a lot will get the things.

He found a place with few people to sit down, and Lu followed him. Unexpectedly, Old Man Feng Xian also sat cross-legged next to him, not as if he was a paranormal person at all, as if he was relying on him.

"Oh, Old Man Feng, long time no see."

A powerful voice sounded in his ears. An old man walked from behind, walking with dragons and tigers, his black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, wrinkles on his face, but there was a [    www.biqugexx.info] of a young man with a red face and a rainbow of momentum.

"Dongshan Jue, you came very early."

Feng Xian tilted his head and glanced at it, then smiled.

At this moment, Xia Tuo also heard the identity of the visitor from the crowd around him, Dongshan Jue, the lord of the middle Dongshan tribe, and a warrior in the Tianmai realm.

The clan leader of the medium-sized tribe seemed to be very familiar with the old man next to him. Obviously, this old man should also be a warrior in the Tianmai realm. Could it be that he is also the leader of the clan?

"Old man Feng is still digging the broken stones of the ruins. I still said the same thing, come to my Dongshan tribe, you can choose the location."

"I've long been used to traveling to and from the mountains."

Feng Xian waved his hand and chanted softly.

In the end, Dongshan Jue left, but he looked at Xia Tuo deeply.

This surprised Xia Tuo. He had to say that it was a piece of gold that shone everywhere.

"An old friend."

Feng Xian turned his head and smiled at Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo raised his eyes and complained in his heart, "What will it take for me to show off? I'll not take long. I'm also a warrior in the Tianmai Realm, younger than you."

Jealousy worth 10086

It’s a pity that the old man Feng Xian had no intention of showing off in his heart. He thought that since Xia Tuo came from that human palace, could there be fewer Tianma warriors?

Looking at Xia Tuo's eyelids blinking and nodding slightly, there was no other expression, which made Feng Xian feel that his guess was getting more and more correct. The lord of the middle tribe did not cause Xia Tuo's emotional fluctuations, and it must have been because he had often seen the Tianmai warriors in the past.

Rumble!

Soon, a roar sounded, and the open space was full of people, only the middle part was empty. The clan leader of the Qiuyu tribe appeared, and after a few greetings, he sat with several middle-class tribe lords.

The great elder of Qiuyu tribe began to preside over this bartering conference.

I have to say that the Qiuyu tribe is worthy of being a medium-sized tribe. The things that Xia Tuo took out really made Xia Tuo jealous and he was almost staying.

The first thing that Qiuyu tribe took out was the voice transmission witch talisman, which was a total of two pieces, and could transmit voice to each other from a distance from Chongshan.

Just this little thing, the Xia Tribe Witch Palace cannot be made at the moment. This is the masterpiece of the witch of the Qiuyu Tribe.

If you can't afford it, Xia Tuo chose to close his eyes and not look at it, so as not to have corns in his eyes.

"This thing is very impractical, and it requires fifty blood beast cores. This is crazy."

Old man Feng Xian talked about the voice transmission witch talisman, looking at the garbage.

Xia Tuo could only watch every item he was jealous and could not afford to change it.

There are many clam beads in the bag that the deer carries, but in comparison, it is only dozens of beast cores. The main thing he comes to the market is to see if he can exchange for something that is helpful to the development of the tribe today.

However, the bartering conference was full of high-end goods, and he was obviously a local bully who had just stepped out of the forest and was not yet adapted to the environment outside the mountain for a while.

Five years, for five years, how many bloody beast cores have to be thrown away?

Thinking of this, his heart hurts so much.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo's eyes fell on the four majestic figures in the front. This was the real organizer of the market and the leader of the four medium-sized tribes.

The four medium-sized tribes in the southern wastelands of the Wangu Mountains seek rain, Nanshan, Dongshan, and Qinghu, each of which has tens of thousands of ethnic groups.

Looking at Xia Tuo's eyes turning to the four figures in front, Feng Xian said immediately: "These four guys are under the name of a market to discuss how to resist the northern expansion of the superior Black Crow tribe."

"The great demon abuses, when will the tribal internal struggle end?"

Xia Tuo sang lightly, squinting his eyes.

Feng Xian's expression condensed and he stared at Xia Tuo with wide eyes.

"You~~~"

"The border deserts are in decline, and our human civilization is in decline. The people of our human palace are independent of restoring our human clothing and inheriting civilization. However, the tribes still struggle in the internal struggle, and the inheritance is lacking, so it is difficult to inherit the human civilization."

Xia Tuo looked compassionate and regretful.

This scene made Lu Yi stunned behind him. He remembered that when the clan leader first met with Elder Shin of the Dafeng Tribe, he looked like this.

After several years, the patriarch made great efforts again.

Miss it.

Xia Tuo, who looked sad, looked at Feng Xian and shook his head and said, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, I will sigh."

Feng Xian beside him, and he was in awe.

Human Palace, Human Palace, no wonder it dares to take it as its name, and it deserves its name!

Inheriting the human race's clothes and recreating the human civilization, this is the good man of the human race.

After spending more than three hundred years of wind in the mountains, I felt like I wasted my time for so many years.

"I don't know where the Man Palace is. I want to visit all the ancestors in the hall."

Xia Tuo shook his head, his expression remained unchanged, and said, "You are traveling everywhere and pursuing the traces of the great monsters outside. If the great monsters are not eliminated, he will inherit the inheritance."

"oh oh."

Feng nodded busyly, feeling even more that he had wasted his time.

It turns out that there are so many strong people in the human race who are working hard for the inheritance of the human race.

As a warrior in the Tianmai realm, he was arrogant and conceited that there were few powerful people in the same level who knew the history of the border and desert than him. For a long time, he has been hiding in major ancient ruins, and has discovered too many fragments of historic sites and recorded a lot of information sporadically.

The big monster.

Without exception, such a terrifying existence is recorded in those ancient ruins.

It was the great demon that caused the current ending of this mountainous land. It was precisely because of this that he became increasingly accustomed to wandering alone and disdained to join any tribe.

"That little brother is not just about traveling."

"I can't hide it from my old brother. Traveling is just one of them. What's more important is to come out and take a look."

Xia Tuo pondered for a moment and continued, "To be honest, I'm not just the elder of the Human Palace, but also the patriarch of a small tribe deep in the mountains."

Looking at Feng Xian looking at him in surprise, Xia Tuo's expression did not change at all.

The deer behind him was surprised. What was wrong with the patriarch? He actually leaked his old story.

"I think the elders in the hall are looking for traces of great monsters everywhere, and there are not many younger brothers, and I want to find another way to inherit the human civilization."

"So a few years ago, I gathered some scattered people in the mountains and formed a small tribe to see if I could find another way."

Xia Tuo's words made Old Man Feng Xian stunned. It's true or false, and when it's true or false, this is the highest level of bragging.

Lu sat behind him silently and praised his family thirty-two praises.

The patriarch Zhenxiu said that he, the person who witnessed it, felt that it was the same as the real one.

"What the little brother did makes me ashamed."

After a long time, Feng Xian's mouth moved and said something like that.

"I am not ambition but I am old, my old brother is still very young."

Xia Tuo squinted his eyes and said softly.

The warrior in the Tianmai realm, come to the bowl soon.

For a moment, Xia Tuo was too lazy to watch the Barrier Conference, leaning against the old man Feng, muttering with teasing his head.

"By the way, Brother Feng, have you encountered any strange places when you travel around the world?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xian showed a hint of contemplation and smiled bitterly: "The wilderness is so big, and there are countless dangerous places. There are so many strange places."

"Look at me."

Xia Tuo pretended to be embarrassed and showed a hint of apology, and then said, "The demon is eating raw meat and drinking blood, which is charming people's hearts. He is cold by nature and cruel and cruel. Everything can turn into a demon. He is used to hiding in the mountains and fields. I'm not used to it. I think of the demon as soon as I open my mouth. I'll forgive me, brother, let's watch the barter conference."

Xia Tuo stopped talking just enough. He really couldn't make up. These true and false words were enough for Old Man Feng to digest.

Obviously, Old Man Feng’s mind is no longer at the Bartering Conference.

At this moment, the elder of the Qiuyu Tribe at the forefront was holding a piece of ore in his hand, with a little blue and crystal clear surface, shining in the sunlight like water waves flowing.

Azure blue iron.

Excellent materials for making witch soldiers, worth 100 mixed blood beast cores.

Yes, I can’t afford it again. Xia Tuo was very sad. He really didn’t know that he was a rustic guy if he didn’t go out.

"Shui Changdong!"
To be continued...