Chapter 451: Tribes

A big man in the forest who is more than two meters tall, carrying a giant bow made of unknown materials, and a long quiver, wearing leather armor like tiger skin, two thick arms like a dragon are exposed, at a glance, he knows that he is full of terrifying explosive power, his long hair is scattered on his back at will, his eyes are as black as ink, and his eyes are full of terrifying cold light, which is more palpitating than those terrifying beasts in the mountains, and his tall body is like bronze casting, like a living god of war.

When he found the birds and beasts in the sky, to be precise, Haotian on the back of the birds and beasts, the tiger's eyes narrowed slightly, and then the huge bow on his back appeared in his hand, and two calloused fingers buckled the bowstring, bending the bow like a full moon.

Airplanes~~~

With a soft sound, the sharp arrow with the thickness of the thumb with white feathers instantly pierced the sky, with a long roar, pointing directly at the head of the bird and beast in the sky, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the bird and beast, and it seemed to feel the horror of this sharp arrow, and wanted to dodge, but unfortunately it was too late to avoid it, and the sharp arrow penetrated its skull, bringing up a blood arrow, and broke through the air.

The long arrow with the thickness of the thumb pierced the head, naturally it was impossible to live, the bird and beast flapped its wings a few times, and lost its vitality in a moment, falling from mid-air, and at this time Haotian was already unconscious, but his legs and one hand were still tightly clamping the neck of the bird and beast, and he never let go, and the other hand grabbed the little lazy, maybe the strength was a little too big, and the little guy was constantly kicking his legs and rolling his eyes.

The strong fall made Haotian regain some consciousness, and in a trance, he saw a tall figure on the ground catapult up, reaching more than forty meters in the air in a few leaps on the branches, directly grabbing his body, holding the corpses of birds and beasts in his hands, and then falling back to the ground.

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An endless mountain is like a giant dragon lying on its stomach, lying across this vast land, the foot of the mountain is full of smoke, the mist is shrouded, a row of circular buildings built of giant trees form a small tribe, and the sound of a child's immature heha is faintly heard on a field in the center of a radius of several hundred meters.

Haotian was a little bored and looked at the dozens of children under the age of eight on the field waving their immature little hands there, hehehaha kicking and punching, unspeakable depression in his heart, since he was returned from the mountains by Uncle Yunong of the tribe, he began to live the same life as these little children, the reasons are as follows:

First, he is illiterate, and the people in the tribe do not understand the language, I remember that when he just woke up, Uncle Yunong muttered a lot in front of him, except for the last word he understood, the other sentences do not know what it means, the last word is simple - alas~, the meaning of sighing.

Second, his physique is too weak, according to the meaning of Uncle Yunong's comparison, his bones are strange and his talents are extraordinary, but unfortunately, the time to start cultivation is too late, and he can't immediately absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, so he must polish his bones first.

Therefore, to sum up, he must learn literacy and exercise with these seven or eight-year-old children every day, and now he has been in this tribe for almost half a month, and he has mastered five or six points of the tribe's writing and language, and daily communication is definitely not a problem, after all, he is also a genius student who has experienced higher education, and the language of this tribe is also somewhat similar to the writing of ancient China, and it is not difficult to learn.

But what makes Haotian a little speechless is that in his opinion, his body is already so strong, and it is no problem to kill bison with his bare hands, but in the eyes of everyone in this tribe, weak, too weak, according to everyone's words, the little brute who guards the tribe can easily knock him down, and it is true, with his current physical fitness, he may only be comparable to some thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers in the tribe, and just looking at the appearance, he can't even compare to the thirteen or fourteen teenagers, with his height of one meter seven, he definitely belongs to the old in the tribe. Weak, sick, and disabled in the weak word group, any teenager of the same age in the tribe, almost all have a height of more than one meter nine, and there are not a few who are more than two meters, of course, there are not many people like Uncle Yunong who reach about two meters four, but it is definitely not something that can be counted with one pair of hands, which shows how weak Haotian's physique is in the eyes of everyone.

"Haotian, what are you still doing in a daze, Uncle Yunong is going to start teaching you the method of cultivation today, let's hurry over. When Haotian was thinking wildly, a teenager who was about the same height as him walked towards him, although the two were of similar height, but the physique was too different, the muscles of the young man's whole body were high and bulging, his body was wide and fat, and the two Haotian were not necessarily as strong as him.

"The method of cultivation?" Haotian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise: "Little barbarian, you said that Uncle Yunong is going to talk about the method of cultivation today?"

The young man named Manyu also had a hint of excitement on his face, and nodded:

"That's right, as long as the physique meets the standard, Uncle Yunong will teach everyone to cultivate, this time Uncle Yunong specially asked me to call you over. ”

"Call me along? Great, let's go. Haotian was excited in his heart, and pulled the man and walked directly towards the wooden house where Yu Nong lived.

"Don't panic, uncle won't run away again. There was a smile on his very immature face, and he pretended to be calm, but the excitement that flashed in his eyes revealed what he was thinking.

"But you can run faster than I do. Haotian rolled his eyes.

“......”

"Hey, stinky boy, you wait for me. ”

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Yu Nong, the first warrior of the Cold Moon Tribe, is also a strong man who has really embarked on the road of cultivation, a long time ago, someone in the tribe crossed the 100,000 mountains, discovered a human world far away, and brought back the cultivation method for the people of the tribe, since then everyone no longer hunts with pure brute force, no longer becomes food in the mouth of the brute beast, and has enough power to compete with the brute beast.

Cultivation is something that every tribe member must do, just like eating, clothing, and eating, which is essential, which is the foundation of everyone's survival.

"Quiet. "The tall Yu Nong has long hair and a shawl, sitting on a boulder, his eyes contain a terrifying majesty, scanning the more than a dozen teenagers sitting on the ground below, his face does not look handsome, if it is not for the eyes are too cold, it is purely a slightly honest uncle, but because of those intimidating eyes, it highlights his extraordinary.

As Yu Nong's voice sounded, the teenagers who were still chattering and discussing quickly quieted down, but their faces were flushed with excitement, they were all boys and girls who were only thirteen or fourteen years old, the oldest was no more than sixteen years old, and the youngest of them was a barbarian, only twelve years old, and he was also the best boy in the tribe.