"Get out of the way, get out of the way, or I'll kill her!"

When Wu Ming rushed outside, he happened to see a Yuanying monk holding a hostage in his hand, confronting the tribal warriors. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This hostage is not Wu, but the girl who is in charge of delivering the message in front of Wu's door.

Wu just stood outside the cave, watching all this coldly, not speaking from beginning to end, his eyes were cold.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't force me to kill her!"

The tribal warriors who surrounded him did not dare to move rashly, looked at the expressionless Wu, and automatically separated a passage.

The Yuanying Monk took the hostage and cautiously retreated outward, not noticing the slightest hint of impatience on Wu's face.

"Zheng!"

Without waiting for the infant monk to retreat, Wu raised his hand and flicked forward.

A bone needle used to pierce herbs pierced the space and flew out, piercing the Yuanying monk's brain.

Seeing that danger was approaching, the man subconsciously lowered his head, and as a result, the bone needle also turned down and nailed to the top of the person's head.

The top of his head was nailed by a bone needle, and the Yuanying monk's body trembled slightly.

Under the gaze of countless people, he was like a balloon that had been pulled out of the air, and there was a "zizi" sound above his head, and all the flesh and blood were sucked away by the bone needle.

There was no flesh and blood to support it, only a human skin remained, and it fell lightly to the ground.

After absorbing the flesh and blood, the bone needle, which had turned into crimson, let out a burst of joyful chirps, and flew back into Wu's hand in an instant.

"Arrange accommodation for these outsiders, and no one should come and disturb me!" Wu waved his hand slightly, scattered the crowd that gathered around, and walked towards the cave without looking back.

Wu Ming suddenly seemed to be aware, and vaguely saw that Wu Zai glanced at him before leaving, with a little deep meaning in his eyes.

"Kill the Yuan Infant Monk in seconds, is this a warning to me!" Looking at the human skin on the ground, and then at the cave where Wu entered, Wu Ming's brows furrowed slightly.

When the others saw Wu leave, they scattered in all directions, as if what had just happened was just an episode.

Only the warriors who were responsible for protecting the tribe looked at everyone with unkindness, and a few of them had a cold killing intent.

"Zhuo, take them to the cave and keep them under strict guard!" Dolma stepped forward, took the girl in his arms, and commanded the tribal warriors.

Hearing such an order, the warriors of the tribe, under the leadership of Zhuo, raised their weapons one after another.

It was like driving a flock of sheep, driving more than a dozen monks into Wu Ming's cave.

From beginning to end, Wu Ming stood outside the cave, watching all this with cold eyes.

However, he didn't stand out himself, it didn't mean that others were willing to let him go, he just heard someone say: "Zhuoma, what about these three people, they are also outsiders!" ”

... Swish...

Countless eyes looked at them in unison, staring at Wu Ming and the others.

Zhuoma shook his head slightly, and did not let Wu Ming change places, but said: "Wu ordered us to treat the three of them well, as long as the three of them do not leave the tribe, you don't have to care." ”

Hearing this, the ordinary warriors bowed their heads one after another, and only the commander named Zhuo had a different opinion: "Zhuoma, the consciousness of the warrior tells me that this person is the most dangerous!" For the sake of the safety of the tribe, I ask that the warriors be allowed to guard the entrance of their cave, and that these people will no longer be given the right to leave the hole! ”

"Zhuo, are you suspicious of Wu's orders, or am I not clear enough?" Zhuoma doesn't look very old, but in the face of a leader like Zhuo, he has a faint sense of superiority.

Zhuo opened his mouth to say something, but finally lowered his head without saying a word, and said in a deep voice: "I understand!" ”

After saying this, Zhuo turned his head fiercely and looked at Wu Ming.

Looking at each other, Wu Ming smiled slightly, and entered the cave with his hands behind his back, not caring about the other party's gaze at all.

Entering the cave, more than a dozen monks who were brought in raised their eyes in unison.

Wu Ming's eyes swept around, sat down beside the disciple of the Heavenly Pavilion, and whispered, "How did you get arrested, what happened before?" ”

"Among the countless passages, some are dead ends, and some are full of traps. We were killed and wounded a lot before we broke out of the passage, and many people were scattered. A dozen of us finally got together, but we met these people in the woods and were brought over after the defeat! "This disciple of Wentian Pavilion is called Zhao Hu, the fifth layer of Yuanying cultivation, and the person who injured him is Zhuo.

Zhao Hu knew very little things, and there were not many valuable things, all he talked about was the story of that battle.

In Zhao Hu's statement, these primitive warriors can be called copper skin and iron bones.

The flying sword hit these people, and the effect was greatly reduced, just like fighting with physical cultivation, it was best to keep a distance.

Wu Ming listened for a while, then wiped out Zhao Hu's family funds, so he spoke: "This tribe is called Limestone, it is only one of the primitive tribes, and the strongest is that witch. I suspect that the strength of this witch is at least equivalent to that of an out-of-body monk, and it is not an ordinary out-of-body period. As for this secret realm, it should belong to the Three-Eyed Clan, but what kind of secret realm it is, this is unknown for the time being! ”

There are many types of secret realms, and the level of danger varies.

Under normal circumstances, the danger of inheriting secret realms and resource-based secret realms is minimal.

The cave-type secret realm and the mausoleum-type secret realm are the most dangerous, especially the latter, which has the title of lore.

"Don't be impatient these days, I'm going to stay in this tribe and ask that witch for some news. After I find out the news, if the support of the sect has not arrived, I will take you away first, you can rest assured. Wu Ming said a few words of relief, and then said no more.

Hearing such a statement, the others did not say anything, only Zhao Hu showed a somewhat solemn expression.

In the Wentian Pavilion of the Nether Realm, Wu Ming stayed for a total of three months, and his identity has always been a mystery.

Zhao Hu only knew that Wu Ming's status in the Heavenly Pavilion was very high, so high that the Yuanying Monk didn't know the details, as if he had jumped out of a stone.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, during which the wind and waves were calm.

Wu has not appeared in the past few days, and Wu Ming went to look for it several times, but was stopped outside the cave by Zhuoma.

In desperation, he also inquired with others in the tribe about the Three-Eyed Clan's stone statues. It's a pity that even Zhuoma, who has a very high status, knows very little about the stone statues of the Three-Eyed Clan, but says that it is very dangerous, and Wu never lets everyone pass.

"Come out, everyone, someone from the Rock Tribe has come to trade, everyone come out quickly!"

During this day, the entire limestone tribe was boiling, and countless primitives were running to tell each other.

Wu Ming walked out of the cave and looked out, and found that everyone was preparing animal skins, animal bones, herbs and other things, and many people had a look of joy on their faces.

"Dolma, what are you trading here, can I go and participate?" Wu Ming found Zhuoma and made his own request.

Zhuoma stroked the grass ring in his hand, pointed to the things that everyone took out, and said: "Anything can be exchanged, even if it's just a stone, as long as someone is willing to exchange it with you, you can trade with him." ”

The primitive people's transaction was very simple, it was completely barter, and they could not go back on their promises.

At this time, there are only the simplest rules of trading, and nothing is completely equivalent. Even, if you take out a rotten piece of wood and get the other party's affection, you can also exchange it for what you want, the concept of value is very vague, and sensibility is greater than rationality.

Wu Ming followed the people of the Limestone Tribe, and when he walked to the foot of the mountain, there were already more than a dozen people from the Rock Tribe, and they had placed the things they wanted to trade.

Fruits, medicinal herbs, bone weapons, unknown feathers, a few pieces of clothing made of animal skins, and a few primitive and ugly pottery.

"This herb!" In front of a person who traded medicinal herbs, Wu Ming stopped.

Because in front of this person, there were many small fruits similar to cherries, which looked the same as the fruits that Chen Yuxin had grown into cultivation after eating them.

"How do you trade this?" Wu Ming pointed to more than thirty fruits and asked at this person.

"A fruit, a complete animal skin, a warrior with less than three blood marks, you can increase your strength if you eat it!"

This kind of fruit monks can increase mana when they eat it, but primitive people don't have mana, what they grow is only strength.

Wu Ming was somewhat moved, although with his cultivation in the Jindan period, eating these fruits did not have the effect of increasing one layer of cultivation like Chen Yuxin.

But eating one can also increase a lot of mana, and the effect of ten of them can almost make him cultivate to a higher level.

"Fifty-six fruits, almost enough for me to reach the sixth layer of Jindan, plus I have eaten a few before, it is also possible to reach the seventh layer. No wonder, there are not many of these primitives, but there are not many masters. A graystone tribe of several thousand people, there are several masters equivalent to the Yuan Infant Stage, it seems that the problem is here! ”

Looking at the fruit in front of him, Wu Ming suppressed the surprise in his heart and said, "I don't have animal skins, can you see this?" ”

Stretching out his hand, a gorgeous gold necklace appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The primitive man who sold medicinal herbs looked at the necklace suspiciously, not knowing what it was for.

Wu Ming smiled lightly, put the necklace on the woman who followed him, and said, "Beautiful, good-looking!" ”

"Pretty?" Primitive people are a little confused, and they don't know what it means to be beautiful.

However, this primitive man who sold things didn't understand, but the more the woman looked at it, the more she loved it, and she couldn't help but rub her hand constantly.

"Deal." Seeing that his wife liked it, the primitive man who sold things simply pushed out the medicinal herbs.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ming had a smile on his face and knew what he should do.

Beauty, measured by value, can be vague, especially in the era of ignorance and recklessness, when the transaction itself has no positioning.

You know, when the British first entered North America, they used a glass bead to exchange ten tusks from the Indians. In terms of value, this is certainly not an equivalent exchange, but the result is very happy, and everyone thinks that they have taken advantage.

"What a time of ignorance, I like it!" Wu Ming received all the fruits together, and the golden storm officially came. (To be continued.) )