Seeing the long-lost wooden barrel, a certain woman snorted and quickly pounced on it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shangguan Yan, who was splashed with water, was extremely angry: "I'll bring me another bucket of water later! I don't have your bullish strength, this is still the water that I got by teaching those women to weave fishing nets!"

Well, I just saw a large pile of cork sticks at the feet of the women. Qing Yin's mouth twitched, and he picked up the clothes he had taken off and threw them on the table:

"Making a fishing net out of thousand-year-old wood thorn bark is a luxury! Besides, will there be fish in the dead lake?"

"It's idle to be idle, and it's good to teach more. Even if there are no fish nets here, won't you need them when you go out? Look at you! It's almost time to become a flower girl cultivator!" Shangguan Yan flicked the ball of clothes in disgust, picked up the needle and thread on the table and sewed it up, and his mouth was not idle:

"Don't say it, although there are no trees here, and you can't grow rice, melons and vegetables, but this wood thorn is all over the mountains. What is a thousand years? In the middle of the mountain col behind, there are patches of 10,000-year-old wood thorns. If you don't mind your clothes being scraped into strips of cloth, you money addict can go and collect them. ”

Even the Winged Spirit Sword can only be used as a machete, and if you use it once, you will lose some of your spirituality. Qing Yin narrowed his eyes, thinking about using the last magic robe and winged spirit sword to exchange for the cost performance of the 10,000-year-old wood thorn.

"Qingyin, have the diehards in your village loosened, are you willing to go with us?"

One or two were convinced, but the patriarch and his heir, Kashgar, were adamantly opposed. Qing Yin took the mended clothes, put them on, sat at the table and drank spiritual tea.

"It's been a month, and I haven't made much progress, and I'm willing to follow no more than one. Shangguan Yan lay on the table depressedly: "What do you say is good about this place, you have to travel dozens of miles to drink saliva, and you have to kill your life if you want to eat, what is there to be nostalgic?"

"The same cannot be said. After all, this is the place where they have lived for generations for an unknown number of thousands of years, and their bones and blood have been soaked in the inheritance of living here, as well as the fear of the outside. And we are suppressed by this natural array, and we can't show any so-called miracles. It's too hard to get these people to have the courage to step into the woods with just one mouth and some skills they don't know. ”

"Then what can you do? It's not a matter to drag it out like this, and when the Fierce Tyrant Qi Hao and them come back, it's too shameless for us to deal with these people yet. ”

Qing Yin narrowed his eyes: "I have an idea......" Just as he was about to elaborate, a scream came from mid-air.

"Well, let's work and earn tomorrow's food. Shangguan Yan picked up a knife and beckoned Qing Yin to run towards the passage together.

A hundred and ten men had gathered at the gate, all muscular and with only a hide around their waists. On the tightly fastened wide band, there are several bone knives of various kinds, and the feet are wrapped in a layer of grass and wood skin.

No one spoke, only a desire to kill, filled with breath.

Tuba is a powerful warrior, and these people are the most powerful warriors of their Tuba people! They are the hope of the Tuba people! They are the root of the Tuba people's survival!

Even though you can see such a scene almost every day, the village chief standing on the stone still feels the clamor in his blood!

Ignoring the few weak and delicate figures inserted in it, the village chief's strong arms were one:

"My Tubas, your old men, your children, your women, you will starve to death without food!

"Kill !!"

The earth-shattering roar opened the floodgates of the passage.

Twenty of the bravest men, with the most primitive whistling from their mouths, formed in a row and rushed up to the hot red earth.

The rest of the tubas lifted the wooden rafts placed on the passage and followed.

Thousands of meters away, on the edge of the terracotta, the beasts that were picked up by this roar leaned out one after another, and let out their roars at the flying red dust!

Bang!

The wooden raft, which is about one zhang wide and about 100 meters long, falls, setting off a wave of sand.

Hundreds of warriors drew their bone knives and rushed towards the jungle!

No one spoke, no one looked back, only rushed with all their might, rushing towards the cruel battlefield that had begun!

On the battlefield, maybe it's a tiger, maybe it's a wolf, maybe it's a leopard, a lion, a cow, a pig or something. The forms may be different, but the only thing that is the same is the ferocity that shines through the eyes of the beast!

There is no gunsmoke here, there is no golden drum, there are just sharp teeth and claws and strong limbs, fierce collisions, life and death hand-to-hand combat!

Every few Tuba warriors formed a small circle and trapped a prey that weighed several times their weight.

One by one, the beasts fell, and were quickly dragged to the red earth, and the warriors who remained at the side of the raft rushed over and carried it onto the raft.

In just a few minutes, the fur of the beast corpse was scorched and emitted a foul smell. But no one frowns at the unpleasant smell.

Similar scenes are staged in all directions for thousands of miles enclosed by the Red Rock Group, and this is how the entire Tuba people can reproduce.

But not every hunting circle will have a harvest, and not every time it is a wild beast that is carried on the raft......

No matter how brave the Tuba are, even if someone refuses to let go of the encirclement when their hands and legs are torn off, even if they bite off their throats, they still have to stab the bone knife in their hands into the body of the beast, they still can't stop the other party from leaving with Tuba's corpse.

Who's prey and who's food......

Although he has participated in more than a dozen hunts, he can't tell the **** and who is the prey, and the scene still shocks these outsiders.

There is no monk who has never killed a demon beast, but the feeling of standing far away and attacking with a spell is completely different from the feeling of this kind of direct collision of flesh. And the purpose of such a tragic, even life-for-life struggle, is just to get a bite to eat for himself and his people......

How can people be treated like beasts! What's more, these people are still forced, only by fighting to the death against this kind of deliberately catalyzed monster can the entire race continue, otherwise, they can only starve to death!

Shangguan Yan took a vertical leap, raised his hand and slashed, slashed the black bear with a knife, and slapped the claw of Qing Yin again.

Qing Yin, who had just been stumbled by the fan, took advantage of the moment when the black bear howled and pounced on the ground, jumped forward suddenly, turned over and rode onto its back, and the wind and fire drill in his hand stabbed into the opponent's head.

Looking at someone who was struggling to pull out a weapon from the bear corpse, Shangguan Yan couldn't even mention the meaning of making fun. She beckoned, and the two junior sisters standing next to her walked over with white faces.

"Think about what else you have to take out. It's almost time, Qingyin and I will go hunting again, you get this bear out, and let's stay on the wooden raft. ”

Although the suppression of spiritual power and divine consciousness at the edge of the jungle is a little looser, it is limited to being able to put something out of the storage bag, and once it reaches the red soil, it can't even open the storage bag.

"Qi Hao, why have they been gone for so long? If they don't come back, I want to leave. ”

I know my friend is in a bad mood, but now is not the time to undo it. Qing Yin picked up the Wing Spirit Sword that fell to the ground, walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go to the rescue first, I'll accompany you tonight." ”

Shangguan Yan smiled reluctantly and followed Qingyin to a leopard.

The scorching sun gradually withdrew its scorching heat and slowly faded into the lower clouds. Although the terracotta still exudes high temperatures, the red light reflected into the air by the rocks is getting fainter and fainter.

A quicker whistle sounded from the rear, and all those who had fought so hard abandoned their prey and retreated as close as they could to the terracotta.

At this time, if anyone is left alone, they will never be able to get out of the jungle again.

Even if he was well-trained, in this short period of more than 100 meters, there were still a few strong bodies left, and in the blink of an eye, they were torn to pieces by a surging beast.

As the sky began to darken, the Tubas rushed swiftly towards the passage with their wooden rafts, while the beasts that had chased them to the edge of the terracotta retreated back into the jungle to start another round of predation between them.

The wooden row is heavy and long, and the uniform rhythm is as if carved into the soul, and it is not chaotic at all. As for these outsiders, they can only run with them.

After running most of the way, the rough and scorching sand and gravel completely scrapped Qingyin's shoes, which were already riddled with holes. Just as she was distressed, she suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking the air above, and a giant bird fell fifty meters away from her left with a wailing sound.

Ignoring the food in front of them, the Tuba people ran faster with a loud shout from the village chief.

Qing Yin's heart moved, and he rushed out of the team and went straight to the bird corpse.

"Why is Senior Sister Zhang going? Come back quickly! Those strange birds are here!" a senior sister shouted anxiously.

Shangguan Yan waved her hand: "You guys follow forward first, and I'll pick her up." ”

Although she didn't know why Qingyin suddenly became interested in bird corpses, she would never let them be exposed to the flock of birds that were about to swoop down.

The woman who carried the bird's corpse and carried the Ping's trail and walked back, saw a pair of shining claws, and was about to grab her head. If she is caught this time, it is estimated that her head will have three more holes!

Others looked worried, but Qingyin didn't care about it, only raised his breath and accelerated, and jumped again!

A flash of sword light swung through, and two sharp claws landed in front of her.

Qingyin, who was sprayed with bird blood, didn't look back, and struggled to shake the bird corpse on his shoulder: "Next!"

Poor little junior sister, who was smashed and staggered, was about to throw the bird corpse in her arms on the wooden raft, but only heard a voice: "Take it yourself!"

She really wants to cry, okay? Senior sister, I'm not as tall as you, and I don't have as much physical strength as you, okay?

Fortunately, the little sister beside her took pity on her, and helped her lift half of the bird's leg that was almost dragged to the ground, and the two of them quickly ran after the team.

Qing Yin turned around and picked up the bird that Shangguan Yan had just killed, and shouted happily, "Run!"

Shangguan Yan danced the sword light impenetrably, covering the top of the two of them's heads, and didn't bother to take care of her.

There are more and more strange birds in the air, most of them rushing towards the wooden rafts, where there are dozens of fresh beast corpses, as well as injured prey that cannot move, which has an incomparable attraction to these strange birds.

On the hunting stone, dozens of men pulled huge bows and shot sharp arrows at the marauders.

From time to time, strange birds were shot, and some of them were captured by their own kind before they could hit the ground, and became its rations.

When the Tubas finally rushed into the passage, a giant bird grabbed the last wounded man on the wooden raft. Even if the bird was killed by dozens of arrows, the wounded man still struggled to get up on the ground, and the gate still fell. (To be continued.) )