Tang Xuanming scratched his head in confusion, a little annoyed.

According to the description of the tribesmen, those big tribes, and even the royal families of the human race, certainly did not live in the frontier wilderness.

There are no endless beasts around them, and it is impossible for them to go out hunting in animal skins every day.

They must have other ways to obtain food, and according to Tang Xuanming's guess, it is very likely that they have planted a crop with extremely high yields.

But the problem now is that he simply can't get those seeds.

"What's the solution?"

Sitting on the roof of the stone house, Tang Xuanming was always thinking about this problem.

Under normal circumstances, he should quickly raise the level of the Ant Emperor Method, after all, this is the foundation of his life.

But when the dragon pattern was condensed in his body, and he stood on the land of the Great Wilderness.

There was a vague realization in his heart that he didn't need to practice hard now, and that was not the most suitable for him.

He who devoured the dragon qi at the peak of the first emperor's reign through the ages, he was like a descendant of the ant emperor who devoured the essence of a dragon's nest.

What is needed is no longer a frenzied eating, but slow digestion.

What the normal ant queen generation needs at this time is to seal itself and digest it slowly.

And Tang Xuanming's engulfed ancestral dragon dragon qi did not have abundant essence integrated into his body, the dragon pattern integrated into his body was more like a seed, and he still needed to accumulate essence a little bit, so that he could slowly reach the peak.

If it is said that the descendants of the Ant Emperor devouring the essence of the dragon's lair are directly swallowing a surging immortal river, they only need to slowly turn it into their own use.

Tang Xuanming obtained the ancestral dragon dragon qi, which was more like digging out a sea in his body, but the sea was empty, and he had to constantly devour the surrounding essence, and the rivers flowed into the sea, filling his empty sea.

At that point, he will naturally reach the top.

Tang Xuanming scratched his head in distress, his physique was increasing anytime and anywhere, and the dragon pattern was always able to gather the surrounding essence and submerge into his body.

Just three days after returning to the Great Wilderness, his strength had exceeded 30,000 catties, and the growth rate had not yet slowed down, which made him a little worried.

Therefore, he didn't worry much about improving his strength, but had the energy to think about the future of the tribe.

For example, how to carve out a piece of land around it, how to grow some wheat and rice, or something?

Now his strength has improved so fast that he has unexpectedly needed to practice hard every day to master the power of Hurricane.

If it weren't for the experience of following Gai Nie to practice swords, he would have pinched everything by now, and he would staggered when he walked, stepping on a pit.

The size doesn't seem to change much, but the strength is getting stronger.

Inadvertently, he touched the mark on his hand, and he was stunned at the time, and then he was overjoyed.

Being able to bring the tribe's barbecue and animal skins into Qin Shi Mingyue's world, it is possible to think about things the other way around.

Qin Shi Mingyue's things should also be able to enter this world.

When the thought came to mind, he couldn't contain his excitement.

Compared with Tang Xuanming's hometown, Qin Shi Mingyue's world is naturally inferior to many technologies.

But compared to the tribe that has nothing now, Qin Shi Mingyue really has too many advantages.

Although Qin Shi Mingyue's force is not an advantage for the tribe, the six souls of the curse that has made countless warriors change their complexion may not be able to kill the hunters of the tribe after they become adults.

The strength of a hunter who can go out hunting with Tang Xuanming is not less than 10,000 catties, which is an incredible thing in the world of Qin Shi Mingyue.

The world can't reach this level with physical fitness alone.

However, many of Qin Shi Mingyue's techniques have developed to the peak, not to mention the same mechanism technique and yin and yang technique.

The mere fact that their words from the age of barbarism to the age of civilization can hang a large group of people.

Not to mention agricultural technology, poetry and songs, detailed and delicate laws, and weapon casting......

In terms of civilization alone, the Qin Dynasty threw off a few streets in the wilderness.

But Tang Xuanming's time in Qin Shi Mingyue was too short, and what he could do had already reached the limit.

In just a few months, he has reached the first-class level in the world, and at the same time, he has learned including but not limited to superficial medical skills, entry-level Mohist techniques, ancient music appreciation and playing......

That is already his limit, even the hundred schools of thought have been in contact with the Yin and Yang family, the Mo family, the Confucianism, and the military family, and he has only opened the tip of the iceberg in that magnificent world, and there are more things hidden behind the scenes that have not been excavated and discovered by him.

"The only thing I need to do now is to determine if my idea can be realized. ”

Tang Xuanming turned over and jumped off the roof, entered the house that belonged to him, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and his spirit was all in the pattern on his hand.

He only felt a trance in his spirit, and then he came to the huge altar, where the throne above the nine steps was still there, giving a huge impact.

He walked up the stairs step by step and sat on the throne.

Looking down on the altar from above, and the void in the center of the altar.

There was only a lone star suspended above the altar, which belonged to the world of Qin Shi Mingyue.

Tang Xuanming let go of his spirit and let his mind touch the star in the void, but it was only in vain.

Qin Shi Mingyue World seemed to be really a star, and there was an endless distance between him and him.

After many fruitless attempts, Tang Xuanming's expression moved, and a little thought sank into the altar, and he could vaguely hear the murmur of a bee flapping its wings coming from nowhere, Tang Xuanming ignored it all.

According to the method he used to connect with the bright moon of the Qin Shi for the first time, a little bit of his mind kept changing, and finally he descended on the world where the mechanism technique and the yin and yang technique coexisted.

Master Ban, with a huge wine trough nose, buried his head in studying his tricks, a pile of scattered parts in front of him.

Suddenly, he raised his head, as if he felt Tang Xuanming's gaze, and said loudly: "The world is white, only I am black, and I love my life, not attacking the ink gate, the old man of the Mo family class welcomes the gods." ”

Tang Xuanming, who was sitting on the throne, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted, now he is no longer a divine envoy, not a giant of the Mo family, but an ethereal god, the first emperor and queen earth that Master Ban prayed for.

The words he had prepared changed suddenly, and his words became unfathomable, immeasurable, like one voice after another superimposed together, and the special effects were directly full, either a villain boss or a decent person.

The unfathomable, majestic voice said, "I need the farmer's seeds." ”

"Your will is my direction. ”

During Tang Xuanming's observation, the old man went out quickly and instructed the disciples of the Mo family to take out the best seeds of the Mo family, including wheat and corn, and took a big bag.

Then he returned to the room, put the seeds on the table, knelt on the ground respectfully, and prayed to Tang Xuanming.

"Good!"

Tang Xuanming responded indifferently, and the seeds on the table disappeared in an instant, and they soared.

Bang!

Master Ban heard a dull sound and couldn't help but look up.

The seeds on the table had disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by the Momei Sword that disappeared with Tang Xuanming.

The Mo Mei Sword, which represented the power of the Mo family's giants, this old man who had been dealing with mechanical techniques all his life suddenly burst into tears, fell to his knees, and was speechless.