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In the great wilderness, the strong are respected!

Sitting around the stone table, Qingyang Huan tasted Daddy's words, and he suddenly found that his Daddy had never been domineering.

In this wild land, the truth is expressed more with fists.

"Don't say it, Huan'er's mother made you your favorite Jinlin bird. Soon the woman's voice rang out, and she entered the room with a large stone basin, filled with a strong fragrance.

In fact, although the Qingyang Huan family is the patriarch of the Qingyang clan, it is no different from other families in the tribe, and one by one the stone basins are brought up, and the entire stone table is full.

"Ah Hao is not in the tribe, your father and son haven't been together for a long time. Seeing Qingyanghuan and Qingyangluan sitting at the stone table, the woman was a little emotional.

However, Qingyangbori didn't say anything, and then said loudly: "Eat, our little Huan'er has grown up, and my three children in Qingyangbori are all brave." ”

Qingyang Huan directly reached out and grabbed the big Jinlin bird from the stone basin and devoured it.

This is a kind of bird and beast containing blood, the meat is delicious, but it is not fierce, there are captives in the Qingyang Mountains, in order to replenish the blood and gas of the dolls in the tribe when they are young.

Since he was a child, Qingyanghuan grew up eating the meat of Jinlin birds, and he likes this kind of bird meat very much.

The family hadn't been together for a long time, and they didn't subconsciously mention the affairs of the tribe again, and the woman didn't do anything, so she watched Qingyang Huan gobbling up there, with a smile in her eyes.

Although there are full stone basins on the stone table, Qingyang Huan's father and son quickly ate up the meat, not to mention Qingyang, even if Qingyang Huan is now, if Fang Kai belly eats, it is enough to eat a small beast, and martial arts cultivation is more about absorbing blood.

"Huan'er, you don't have to worry about the ore vein, the ore vein can't be mined in a day or two, and it's not too late to go when the Great Elder has stabilized his strength. ”

Drinking the blood wine in the jar, Qingyangju touched his mouth with his big hand, looked at Qingyanghuan again and said.

"Daddy, no matter how you cultivate, but in any case, martial arts are born to fight, no matter how you cultivate, you will inevitably kill, and now some dolls in the tribe are cultivating according to the recipe you took out, but the blood and qi that need to be consumed are three or four times more than before. ”

Before Qingyang could speak, Qingyang Huan had already replied: "Daddy, I know, hunting blood food for the tribe and supplying those little guys to re-cultivate, it just so happens that I also have to hone my battle technique." ”

After fighting with the soldiers of the Yanshan tribe, Qingyang Huan also found that he was inadequate, with a huge strength of more than 10,000 catties, and was even equaled by these warriors who wandered in the forest all year round, and he needed to polish his tactics.

It just so happened that he also wanted to see how many surprises the dolls who cultivated with the new body casting technique would bring to the tribe, Qingyang's strength was not just on his own, and he also wanted to go outside to see, when the safety of the tribe was at that time, he naturally had to rely on these children, after all, Qingyang was not only his Qingyang Huan, but also these dolls.

The Qingyang clan has been breeding for two thousand years in this ancient and barren land, and has already had a complete cultivation path for the cultivation of the tribe dolls, even if he is no exception, but because he is the young master of the clan, although the casting steps are the same, the resources consumed are far more than those dolls of the tribe.

......

Sixty miles away in the southern part of the Qingyang Mountain Range, there is an undulating hilly land that covers an area of no more than ten miles.

Qingyang Huan sat on the top of the highest mountain, and at this moment he was covered in blood, with a faint blood-colored glow enveloping the surrounding mountains and rocks, which was the vision of flesh and blood.

Moreover, this vision has a tendency to stretch like a mountain, which is a manifestation of his refining of pure blood qi into his bloodline.

At this moment, the stone spear had been casually tied to his back with a hemp rope, and in front of him there was a bronze spear half a zhang long pierced on the rock, and the copper spear was stained with mottled blood, obviously stained with a lot of blood.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a faint light of blood flashed in his eyes.

"The old man in the clan said, the Broken Sky Spear Method is a broken spear method that my Qingyang ancestor got in the outside world back then, although only three styles remain, it is enough for me now, I can't chew it if I am greedy, and then I can choose other spear methods when I enter the Divine Treasure Realm in the future. ”

Boom!

The next moment, Qingyang Huan got up and pulled out the bronze spear from the stone, this is a war spear he chose in the clan before he went out hunting, although the stone spear is miraculous, but it seems a little short for him.

The Broken Void Spear Method, the three remaining styles are extremely interesting, the first style is called Cutting Off, the second style is called Breaking the Sky, and the third style is called Breaking the Sky, and the old man in the clan also told him that the third form of the Broken Void Spear Method can only be cultivated in the Divine Hiding Realm!

Ha......

Immediately after Qingyang Huan shouted, the bronze war spear buzzed, and a blood-colored streamer directly floated the war spear, and then turned into a blood light, which was swept out by him, and the spear came out like the wind, bursting out with a buzz.

Break the Sky!

Immediately after the bronze spear flipped in his hand, the blood light of the whole body was like a tide, and it was directly poured into the copper spear, and there was a little blood light condensation on the spear in an instant, and it actually bloomed a foot-long blood-colored spear light, but to this point, the spear light no longer advanced an inch.

After a moment, a foot of spear light that bloomed dissolved and folded back onto the bronze spear like flowing water.

The second style did not completely burst out, Qingyang Huan looked a little pale, and his blood was surging, obviously there was no integration between the two spear techniques.

"It looks like it still needs to be honed. ”

Looking at the already deviated day, Qing Yanghuan was not going to practice spear technique, he needed to hunt fierce beasts, and then rush back to the tribe at night.

Now he has been hunting blood food for the tribe for more than half a month, of course, he can't do it just because he wants to hunt a sufficient number of fierce beasts, since the quantity can't be done, he thinks of a way from the quality.

These days, he brought back two or three fierce beasts at the peak of the body casting in the clan every day, such a fierce beast at the peak of the body casting realm was several times or even dozens of times richer than the blood and qi essence of other fierce beasts, and one head was ten heads.

Soon he held the bronze war spear and headed towards the bottom of this low hill, a small hill that covered an area of no more than ten miles, and he had swept it all over in the past few days.

The sunset fell, with a faint black shadow covering the sky, the ancient land was densely forested, and it seemed that there were many phantoms in the forest, and at this moment, Qingyang Huan dragged three fierce beasts of several zhang in size, and returned to the Qingyang Mountain Range.

"Brother Huan is back, Brother Huan is back to catch the beast for us. ”

Not far from when he had just entered the mountains, a string of little babies had already rushed up, and even some of them had snot bubbles sticking to their faces, and they kept humming their noses.

These dolls were not afraid of the rich bloody aura on Qing Yang Huan's body, and even climbed directly down to the fierce beast and let Qing Yang Huan pull them away.