Han Ling Hua Luo just smiled and said: "You can eat it. You must be very hungry after swinging the giant hammer for a day. I didn't do anything, so I'm not hungry!"
Ye Fan suddenly asked: "How many days do we have enough food for us?"
Han Ling Hua Luo shook her head helplessly and said in a low voice: "That's all!"
If so, it won't work.
Now I need to replenish myself every day with more physical strength and energy, and food is the best choice.
Ye Fan turned to ask the swordsmith.
"Senior, how can we solve the problem of food?"
The swordsmith had some reservations and said, "There is a tribe in the south of Huoming Valley. Where can I buy food?"
Ye Fan didn't think too much and said immediately: "Hua Luo, let's go take a look later!"
Hearing this, the swordsmith just smiled slightly.
He can solve the problem of food, but just to train Ye Fan, he still has to let him solve it himself.
Because the swordsmith wanted to teach his skills to Ye Fan.
Not only the tempered skills, but also the ability to understand and integrate the Fire Valley.
So, now, everything has to be explored by himself.
Ye Fan took Han Ling Hua Luo, and the two of them quickly found the tribe.
Looking from a high place, the tribe is particularly lively, with lights flashing and singing loudly.
Although the area of the tribe is not large, it is very dense. The wooden houses are connected to each other, and you can see busy figures coming in and out from time to time.
The two came to the entrance of the tribe. The middle-aged man guarding the door bowed to them slowly and politely, and said with a smile: "Welcome guests from far away to the Vulcan Tribe. There is fine wine and food here."
"Guests from far away can put down all their fatigue here and rest quietly!"
Ye Fan has never been willing to talk to these people, but Han Ling Hua Luo expressed her gratitude to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you, can we buy some food and wine from the tribe?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Of course, please come in, we have good wine and delicious food here!"
For some reason, Ye Fan felt something was wrong when he stepped into this tribe.
This tribe is a bit too prosperous, as if it is just made to look like to others.
And with the night breeze, you can smell the slightest smell of blood.
He gently pulled Han Ling Hua Luo from behind.
Hanling Hualuo immediately understood what Ye Fan meant.
At this time, the middle-aged man brought two people to the tavern.
At this time, the tavern was already full of people wearing fancy clothes.
These people were drinking heavily and eating large pieces of meat, and the scene was very lively.
Ye Fan was particularly surprised. There was no place to hunt animals within a hundred miles of Huoming Valley. Where did they get their meat?
At this moment, the middle-aged man asked the tavern owner to pour two bowls of wine with a sweet aroma.
"Guests from afar, these two bowls of wine are for you to drink. On behalf of the Vulcan Tribe, I welcome you!"
Ye Fan took the wine and drank it in one gulp without thinking.
When Han Ling Hua Luo wanted to drink, Ye Fan grabbed her wine in his hand and said disdainfully: "What kind of wine are you drinking? Give it to me!"
After that, Ye Fan finished the bowl of wine.
The middle-aged man looked at Ye Fan with a wicked smile, and the owner of the tavern also showed a ferocious smile.
There is a sweat medicine in that wine. After drinking it, you will be overcome by the medicine immediately.
However, Ye Fan still smiled relaxedly and said: "It's really good wine, give me a hundred jars!"
The middle-aged man looked at the boss, who was also confused.
Could it be that he didn't take enough medicine? Why is this guy still so sober?
The middle-aged man immediately laughed and said: "My little brother has a good capacity for drinking. I will give you another bowl!"
This time the boss got a lot of sweat medicine and sprinkled it into the bowl.
He said in his heart: "I don't believe it, the medicine won't kill you!"
But after Ye Fan drank it, he was still safe?
The boss's face changed immediately.
The eyes of the middle-aged man were also full of doubts. Others would drink as soon as they drank, so why couldn't this guy?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man became worried. Since the medicine didn't work, he would just take action.
The people in the entire tavern are all their own, but they still can't solve this man and woman?
The middle-aged man immediately threw the wine bowl on the ground. When everyone heard the signal, they immediately drew their weapons and surrounded the two men.
Ye Fan laughed out loud when he saw this scene.
"Why, is this how you entertain guests from far away? And you also add drugs to the wine? I'm just a little surprised, why didn't you pour me some drugs?"
Before the middle-aged man could say anything, Ye Fan raised his hand and the sweat medicine spurted out from his palm, spraying it all over the face of the tavern owner.
The guy didn't even say a word and fell to the ground unconscious.
When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he frowned tightly and snorted coldly: "Do you think you can leave here alive because of this?"
"This entire tribe is from our bandit group. We didn't ask you to come here. You brought it to us on your own initiative. It just so happens that we haven't had enough meat these days, so we can use you to make up for it!"
When he said this, Ye Fan immediately understood. No wonder there was meat on their table. It turned out that these were human flesh.
No wonder when I walked into this tribe, I felt very strange. It turned out that this was the reason for the strangeness.
When Han Ling Hua Luo heard that they eat human flesh, she was so disgusted that she almost vomited.
Only then did she understand why Mark didn't let her drink.
In fact, he had known for a long time that the wine had been laced with sweat medicine.
It's just that these people are really desperate. It's not good for them to provoke anyone, but they want to provoke Ye Fan.
At this moment, the middle-aged man sneered and said: "If you are wise, please hand over your belongings, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"
Ye Fan smiled indifferently and said disdainfully: "You don't really think that you can kill us, why don't we make a bet."
"If you can really kill me, everything in my space ring belongs to you, but if you can't kill me, you will be the ones who die!"
The middle-aged man said unconvinced: "What a loud tone. Do you really think that our gangsters are just decorations? Come here, kill them. We will have fresh meat to eat today!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone waved their weapons and rushed towards Ye Fan together.
However, Ye Fan shook his head helplessly. He wanted to give these people a way out, but they sought death themselves, so he couldn't blame himself for being cruel.
He immediately burst out with a spiritual energy, and the entire restaurant was shaken violently by this spiritual energy.
Before the middle-aged man could react, the people around him had already begun to break one by one.