They make a lot of money every year in the Blackthorn Mountains just in the trading area, if they lose their prestige and justice, who would dare to come to their Blackthorn tribe to trade?

Moreover, the Guilong salt is countless times better than the salt of the Yellow Salt Tribe, and if Black Thorn knows that he has rejected such a good salt, he may also offend people.

In the balance, you can only tell the truth.

Ye Xiao glanced at the face of the leading Black Thorn Warrior, and suddenly spoke: "My lord, let's take a step to speak." ”

The leader glanced at the people of the Huangyan tribe again, nodded with a calm face, and took Ye Xiao out of two steps to a place where there were few people.

Ye Xiao looked at the leading Black Thorn Warrior with a smile and complimented: "It is worthy of being a Black Thorn Tribe Warrior, and it is really very fair." ”

The leader of the Black Thorn Warrior blushed, he didn't say that because of justice.

Ye Xiao then complimented: "Thanks to your affirmation just now, the people of the Yellow Salt Tribe will not continue to harass, I didn't expect that the first time I came to the Black Thorn Tribe Trade Fair, I encountered such trouble." ”

"But I have absolutely reason to believe that the virtues of the warriors of the Blackthorn Tribe are as good as you, my lord. ”

A high hat was put on the head of the leader of the Black Thorn Warrior, he wanted to say something, but looking at Ye Xiao's sincere gaze, he opened his mouth and couldn't say it.

"In order to thank you for your righteous act just now, we Guilong have decided to give you 100 catties of snowflake salt every year in the future!"

The leading Blackthorn Warrior couldn't believe his ears and confirmed, "Every year....... Send a hundred pounds of snowflake salt?"

Ye Xiao nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect to do this, it was your actions just now that made me come up with this idea, I think...... The Blackthorn Tribe deserves so much salt from us. ”

The leader of the Blackthorn Warrior's heart jumped, he was forced to tell the truth under pressure just now, just because of this, let the Blackthorn Tribe harvest so much salt?

One hundred catties of salt every year, this is not inferior salt, but snowflake salt!

If the chief and the witch knew, they would definitely appreciate me! and even reward me with the strength of the pure-blooded beast for this!

With these words, the leading Blackthorn Warrior suddenly felt that he had an unlimited future.

If there is a pure-blooded fierce beast flesh and blood to increase its strength, plus this one hundred catties of snowflake salt every year, the captain of the three teams in the tribe that has not been determined is in his own bag.

Thinking of this, the leading Blackthorn Warrior's face was suddenly full of red light, and the face that had been calm in his eyes was as if the iceberg had melted into spring water in an instant. Looking at Ye Xiao's expression, he was also kind: "If it is really like what you say, I would like to thank you Guilong for the Black Thorn Tribe." ”

"Your Excellency is welcome. ”

The leading Black Thorn Warrior smiled and waved his hand: "What is your name, such a life, my name is Mang, you are about the same age as my son, you might as well call me Uncle Mang." ”

The corners of Ye Xiao's eyes were crooked, and he was as kind as flowing: "Since this is the case, Xiao is welcome, Uncle Mang." ”

Recognize each other and smile, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

The two returned to the crowd, Gui Li couldn't wait to step forward, walked to Mang's side, and completely ignored Ye Xiao beside him: "My lord, I have a few words I want to tell you, can you ......?"

Mang raised his hand until Gui Li continued: "No need, no need to say it. ”

"My lord!" Gui Li looked at Mang in shock, he didn't expect that he would even be rejected for a conversation! You know, Mang went to talk to Ye Xiao just now.

Ye Xiao didn't look at Gui Li, turned his head to Mang and said, "Uncle Mang, when you didn't come, the people of the Huangyan tribe framed us and wanted to pour blood into our salt, it's really arrogant!"

Before Gui Li could recover from this title, he saw Mang looking at him with a cold face, and said coldly: "Oh, is that so? You actually want to break the rules of the fair?"

Gui Li was broken by Mang's cold voice, and hesitated: "This ..... This ....."

Before Gui Li could explain, Mang Leng snorted: "Breaking the rules of the trading area, the worst is to kill on the spot, and the worst is to drive out of the trading area!"

When the words fell, Gui Li's face turned pale instantly.

"But for the sake of your failure, forget it this time, there will be a next time! You Yellow Salt will not receive another trade invitation from Blackthorn!"

Gui Li's teeth clucked, he couldn't understand, how could things become like this after a while?

What exactly did they just talk about?

Gui Li left here with the people of the Yellow Salt Tribe.

Why did Mang suddenly stand on the side of the Guilong tribe? They give the Blackthorn tribe so much salt every year...... A thought flashed through my mind!

He turned his head to look at Ye Xiao in the crowd.

"Is it ......?"

In the crowd, Ye Xiao noticed Gui Li's gaze, glanced at her, glared at him contemptuously, and turned his head away.

Even if there is no Black Thorn Tribe, everyone can distinguish the authenticity of salt from the fake, but after such a trouble, the entire trading area has become a sensation, and the Guilong tribe has become famous, and more and more people come to buy salt.

Soon, the salt brought by the Guilong tribe this time was sold out.

The task is completed, Ye Xiao and they don't plan to stay, take advantage of the fact that it is still early, and leave in the morning.

This time, he exchanged too much salt for too many things, and even when each Guilong was carrying three times the weight of the time he came, he still couldn't bring everything back.

Seeing this, Mang came out and borrowed three ironhorn oxen from the Fusilier tribe as coolies, so he barely brought all the goods.

Ye Xiao smiled gratefully at Mang: "Thank you Uncle Mang." ”

Mang smiled, and the more he looked at Ye Xiao, the more satisfied he became: "This little thing is nothing. ”

Ye Xiao was about to say a few more polite words when an angry roar suddenly came from the corner of the roadside.

"I can't tell you to do a little thing, what's the use of saying I want you as a slave?"

Ye Xiao followed the sound and looked.

A Blackthorn warrior scolds and punches and kicks an emaciated, filthy slave.

The slave was holding a white sackcloth in his hand, and he kept his head down and silently endured the beating, but suddenly he was kicked in the knee and fell to the ground in severe pain, and the sackcloth in his hand fell to the ground and was stained with mud.

The Blackthorn Warrior glanced at Mai, and his heart was angry: "You Eminem! You dare to stain your clothes, good, very good! It seems that you don't want to be a slave anymore!"

In this era of cannibalism, the words of the Blackthorn Warrior in anger make people shudder.

Ye Xiao saw that the slave's arm trembled slightly, was he afraid?

In the primitive society, needless to say, the useless slave results are eaten by people, and the second is eaten by war beasts, if this is in the Guilong tribe, Ye Xiao will also come forward to mediate, but this is the Black Thorn tribe, he can't speak even if he is a witch disciple.

Shaking his head, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it.

The black-thorn warrior saw that the slave was silent, and his temperament became even greater, and he kicked a few times in anger: "Are you Ye tribesmen so wasteful? Being a slave is disgusting!"

Leaf Tribe!

Ye Xiao, who was about to leave, shrank his pupils and looked at the slave in amazement.

The slave shuddered when he heard this, clenched his fists, and slowly raised his head to look at his master.

These eyes were blood-red, containing hatred and resentment, which made people feel cold!

"You Eminem, dare to look at me with such eyes, I don't think you want to live!" The Blackthorn warrior drew his weapon, a stone spear polished from blue stone.

"This big brother. A clear young voice sounded.

The blackthorn warrior, who was in anger, turned his head impatiently and found a fair-skinned and handsome young man in black snakeskin standing beside him, smiling at him.

This Black Thorn warrior recognized at a glance that this young man was a witch disciple of the Guilong tribe.

Today, the Guilong tribe can be said to be out of the limelight, producing snow-white salt, and the entire trading area is a sensation, with this kind of salt, the history of the yellow salt tribe monopolizing salt for a long time is about to turn the page, and the rise of the Guilong tribe is just around the corner.

For such a witch disciple, Mang, the patrol leader of the trading area, was by his side, and the Black Thorn Warrior was not easy to lose his temper, so he said bluntly: "What's the matter?"

"Big brother, it would be a waste if you killed this slave. ”

"What do you mean......"

Ye Xiao smiled: "I just lack a slave, I think he is a little interesting, it is better to sell it to me." ”

When the Black Thorn Warrior heard that there was such a good thing, he immediately became interested.

This slave is so useless, he can't do anything, he's so thin, he can't resist his shoulders and can't lift his hands, he doesn't have much meat after slaughtering, and if anyone wants to buy it, it's the best: "What price do you pay?"

"How about two hundred pounds of jerky?"

The Blackthorn Warrior's eyes lit up, but he reluctantly said on his face: "Two hundred catties, a little less." ”

Mang frowned and reprimanded: "Two hundred catties is still less?

The Black Thorn Warrior was a little afraid, and said, "Two hundred catties is two hundred catties." ”

Behind him, the Guilong warrior gave him two hundred catties of jerky, and the black-thorn warrior was happy to receive the jerky, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the slave: "Okay, you go, I won't be your master in the future." ”

After changing the master, the slave still looked silent, without the joy of escaping death, and could not see joy or sorrow.

Ye Xiao looked at his appearance, sighed lightly in his heart, and began: "Come here." ”

He recognized it, this slave was actually ----- Mink, the son of the chief of the Ye tribe!

In the memory of the original owner, the person Mink occupies a very important part, a father and mother, who can only rely on the occasional help of relatives to barely be starved to death.

A talented mink who passed the trial of reserve warriors early and was known as the hope star of the Ye tribe was like a proud character of the sky.

The original owner is often jealous and envious of the fantasy, how good it would be if he became a mink.

How graceful the mink is in memory, the mink in front of him is tortured and covered with scars, and the gray face is embarrassed, which is unbearable to witness.

The mink obviously didn't recognize Ye Xiao, and followed the ranks of the Guilong tribe in silence.

Ye Xiao didn't say anything to him, just ordered him to keep up with the team.

After everyone packed up their things and said goodbye to Mang, they were loaded with harvest and set out on the way back.