"Uh......" Ye Haotian's expression suddenly became strange, judging from the look and reaction of the middle-aged barbarian when he spoke, he could feel that the other party had no malicious intent, and the heroic and rude aura revealed in his speech and demeanor made people see at a glance that he had the characteristics of a typical barbarian, otherwise how could he suddenly want to name someone else's weapon when they met for the first time?

You must know that in the cultivation world, all the better divine weapons have their own origin and name, and those who do not have names are generally because the owner does not know their origin or has not thought about how to name them for a while, but in the end, no one will suddenly want to name someone else's weapon, unless he knows the origin of the opponent's weapon, or he himself has a deep attainment in refining weapons.

Could it be that the middle-aged barbarian in front of him was still a master refiner? He saw the origin of the black long knife?

"Okay. Thinking of this, Ye Haotian's eyes lit up, and he said with anticipation, "I didn't expect that uncle, you would also be able to sword each other, so what do you think is the name of my knife?"

The middle-aged barbarian frowned, and took a closer look at the long black knife.

Ye Haotian sat on the bed, not daring to come out, for fear of interrupting his train of thought, but the expression on his face gradually became solemn. Judging from the serious and cautious expression on the other party's face, it seems that he really has a deep attainment in refining.

"I've figured it out!" the middle-aged brute suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted.

"What's the name?" Ye Haotian's excited heart thumped.

"Just call it - keep chopping, what do you think?"

"What?" Ye Haotian paused for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.

"Keep chopping!" the middle-aged barbarian was suddenly interested, and he leaned forward, and said, "Think about it, isn't your knife very strong enough to cut even Hera's axe?"

Ye Haotian felt a burst of blackness in front of him, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Uncle, that's how you name people?"

"What's wrong?" the middle-aged barbarian asked with a serious expression of seriousness with wide eyes.

"Good is good, only ......"

"Look, you've all admitted it. The middle-aged barbarian interrupted Ye Haotian, laughed happily, and said, "Then it's going to be cut endlessly!" As he spoke, his face sank, and he said seriously, "I haven't named the weapons in the hands of the tribal warriors for more than three years, you can't go out and talk nonsense, understand?"

Ye Haotian was stunned and began to nod desperately, "Don't worry, I won't say it if I die, whoever says who is a puppy!!"

......

......

The barbarians of the Iron Mountain tribe were much easier to get along with than Ye Haotian imagined.

After the 'test' of the chief's daughter, they were particularly affectionate to Ye Haotian, and each family took out the best wine and meat to entertain him, in this group of rough and heroic barbarians, Ye Haotian seemed to see the shadow of the people of Quicksand City, but the life here is simpler, there is no conflict of interest between people, and there is no intrigue between them, if there is one thing that Ye Haotian is not satisfied with, it is that it is too poor here, the houses they live in are too simple, and they are too aggressive.

In a wide square in the center of the tribe, Ye Haotian saw Hera, the barbarian girl who stunned her with an axe.

She is teaching the boys and children of her clan to practice martial arts.

Seeing Ye Haotian and the chief walking into the square, Hera put down the axe she was using to practice and greeted her.

"Daddy. As she shouted, Hera's gaze fell on Ye Haotian, she smiled, revealing a neat mouthful of small white teeth, "I woke up so soon, it doesn't seem to be as weak as it seems." ”

Ye Haotian didn't know what to say for a while, originally, he thought that the other party would be cold-eyed after seeing Hera, but he didn't expect her to smile at him with a pleasant face, obviously throwing aside all the previous unhappiness, this is the cute place of barbarians, and they don't hold grudges.

"Isn't that thanks to Sister Hera's mercy?" Ye Haotian said politely, since people don't even care about cats and dogs, he won't be careful to remember that revenge. You know, it's eight taels that do it first. However, Ye Haotian still couldn't figure it out in his heart, he had the dual hole card protection of the demon soul and the divine blood, how could he faint all of a sudden?

"I didn't show mercy. Hera said unceremoniously, "Also, I am eighteen years old, you should call sister, not sister." ”

"This ...... Sister Hera. ”

Ye Haotian hesitated for a moment, and immediately shouted with a smile, without thinking about why the other party was so sure that he was younger than her.

Hera laughed too, her laughter loud and heroic, lacking a feminine beauty but adding a unique wild air.

"Haha, what's your name?" Hera asked.

Ye Haotian replied, "Ye Haotian." ”

"How old are you?"

“...... Sixteen. ”

"Where did it come from?"

"Desert. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Anyang City. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Apprenticeship. ”

"How did that come to our tribe?"

"Chasing the demons, I broke into here by mistake. Ye Haotian boasted, and only then did he realize that the chieftain's steel hammer had walked away at some point.

"You've ever killed a demon?" Hera's eyes lit up.

"Yes. Ye Haotian nodded.

"How many have you killed?"

"A lot. ”

"How much is a lot?" Hera curious.

"I didn't count them. ”

"Ten?" Hera asked.

"More than that. ”

Ye Haotian thought of the damage that the demon clan had brought to him, and his mood was a little low.

"Twenty?" Hera didn't notice the change in the expression on Ye Haotian's face.

"More than that. ”

"Thirty?"

"I'm going to say three hundred, do you believe it?" Ye Haotian said helplessly. From the day when the demons besieged Qixing Island, to the hunting of the demon army team in Quicksand City, to the three city battles, and finally to the barren mountains to be chased and killed by the demon wizards, the demons who died directly or indirectly in the hands of Ye Haotian were not 10,000 but 8,000, according to the character of the barbarian, he said to the truth Hera definitely didn't believe it.

"Wow, really?" Hera was surprised, and suddenly pointed at Ye Haotian and smiled, "I know, you must be bragging, Dad said that except for us barbarians, all humans outside the mountains like to brag, right?"

"I ......" Ye Haotian sighed, not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer, and said, "Okay, I'm teasing you, by the way, have you seen Ba Liang? That is, the black cat." ”

Hearing this, the expression on Hera's face suddenly turned cold, she pointed to a pile of firewood several meters high in the distance, and said unhappily, "See for yourself." There!"

Ye Haotian looked in the direction of Hera's finger, and he first saw the big yellow dog under the firewood stack, and then saw a thin black shadow squatting on its back waving its little paws, which was the eight taels he threw into the grass and escaped.