As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere was silent for a while.

Ye Xi sighed softly.

In fact, this is also expected, even the super tribes themselves are competing for each other so fiercely, not to mention the ordinary tribes whose strength is far lower than theirs.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this land is too vast, and the various tribes are like small islands scattered in the ocean, scattered and inconspicuous, and a wrong eye was missed when searching, so Xicheng has not been disturbed so far.

Counting up, the closest super tribe to Xicheng should be the Molten Fire Tribe.

However, the two tribes are separated by more than 1,500 kilometers.

However, no matter how far away it is, it is useless, and if they continue to search with such crazy energy, Xicheng will be found sooner or later.

Ye Xi suddenly asked, "Have the tribes outside found that silkworm cloth can block the breath of the source stone?"

A few people were stunned.

Chief Gongtao hesitated, "Maybe not...... At the time of Jiugong, we noticed that there was a very abundant source stone aura in the inner fall, but it may also be that Jiugong deliberately did not cover it in order to let the clansmen absorb energy. ”

Ye Xi lowered his eyes and pondered.

The method of covering the breath of the source stone with silkworm cloth was learned by him from Jing Ji, and it was possible for the super tribe not to know, after all, very few people would leave a piece of silkworm cloth on their bodies, and it was just used to wrap the source stone.

However, it is also possible that a small number of tribes know about it, but they keep this secret from other tribes.

Ye Xi raised his eyes: "In this line, I haven't mentioned the location of Xicheng to others, right?"

Chief Gongtao understood what Ye Xi was worried about, and immediately said: "Don't worry, we didn't mention the word Xicheng at all when we traded, even if we talked to Ban Yi, we only talked about the Gongtao tribe, and the matter of the source stone was not mentioned at all. When I came back, I went around several places to make sure that no one was following behind. ”

Ye Xi nodded.

There are three chiefs among the five of them this time, and they are very cautious, so they should not be targeted by the Jiugong tribe, and follow them to Xicheng.

Ye Xi saw that the five of them were tired between their eyebrows, so he didn't say anything more, and said, "Okay, you must not have rested much along the way, let's go and have a good rest first." ”

After the five of them left, Ye Xi gathered the chiefs and witches of the other tribes, shared the news brought from Jiugong with everyone, and then discussed some issues.

Finally, he repeatedly reminded everyone that they must wrap their source stones in silkworm cloth on weekdays.

By the time all the chiefs and witches had gone, it was already evening.

Ye Xi stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the distance dyed red by the sunset, with a slight sorrow between his eyebrows.

Ten days later.

Xicheng didn't wait for the super tribe to come, but ushered in the first small tribe to join.

"Wow——!!"

Before hearing the human voice, I heard a string of loud chicken crows.

I saw a snow-white tall rooster with a height of one man, carrying a female warrior into the city gate in a majestic manner.

The giant chicken resembles a Brahman chicken, with a fluffy and heavy snow-white feathers and a pair of very thick legs covered with fluffy black feathers, like a pair of fluffy foot covers.

It walked slowly, with its chest held high, looking left and right, like a victorious general.

Behind him were a flock of shorter, snow-white giant chickens carrying people.

The strange thing is that each giant chicken behind it has rattan tied to its neck, and it is strung together one after another, and these majestic giant white chickens are so stupidly led by the person in front.

It doesn't look like a war beast at all.

Ye Xi turned his head suspiciously and asked Yaya: "What tribe is this?"

False Tooth explained: "This is the Rongcao tribe I talked about last time, these chickens are called Rongrong Chickens, not war beasts are raised to eat, I heard that they are very stupid, and I don't know about the rest." ”

Dong Muying also came over after receiving the news, heard Ye Xi's question, and added,

"Last time, it was the Melting Grass tribe that I came into contact with, and their tribe was named the Melting Grass Tribe because of the grass that grows around it that melts snow. This grass is not very useful, it does not wilt in the winter, and it also gives their chickens something to eat. ”

The people of the Melting Grass tribe walked in front of him.

A burly round-faced female warrior led by her jumped off the back of the chicken, threw herself to the ground with a pop, and gave Ye Xi a big salute directly.

"The chief of the Rongcao tribe has seen Lord Xiwu!"

The other grass melters also got off the chicken's backs and followed their own chiefs in unison.

Ye Xi helped Chief Rongcao up and said with a smile: "How do you know that I am Xiwu?"

Chief Rongcao obediently stood up with Ye Xi's strength, smiled heartily, and said in a bold voice: "I guess, I heard that Lord Xiwu is very young and handsome, and his bearing is outstanding, and he can find it at a glance in the crowd, and I guessed it!"

It was the first time Ye Xi was slapped so bluntly in front of him, and he was quite uncomfortable, so he paused before smiling: "Chief Rongcao has won the award, has it been hard all the way?"

"It's not hard, it's hard for Xicheng to send people all the way to pick us up! Thanks to you all the way, none of our clansmen have been injured!"

This Melting Grass Chief was the first female chief Ye Xi had seen so far.

Judging from the breath, this female chief is a fourth-level warrior, on par with Higashikiying, but much older than Dongmuying, about forty years old.

Chief Melt Grass has a round face, deep nasolabial folds when he is not smiling, and his eyes are stunning, looking very majestic. However, when you smile, it is like a spring breeze, which is easy to make people feel good and make people want to get close unconsciously.

Although she patted her ass as soon as they met, it didn't make people think she was flattering, but felt that she was hearty and straightforward.

It's also a skill.

"See...... Pass...... Xiwu-sama......"

The crane-haired grass-melted witch saluted Ye Xi tremblingly with a bone cane, his voice was hoarse, and he looked like he was about to die, Ye Xi saw this and hurriedly helped him up.

After talking a little bit, Ye Xi learned that Rongcao Witch was a wishing witch, and his birthday was approaching, and his brain was a little confused, and he often took a while to react to a sentence.

After a while, Chief Tushan and Chief Ye all came.

Ye Xi said to the chief of Rongcao: "Let's follow the chiefs into the city first, they will be responsible for helping you settle down." ”

Chief Rongcao hugged his own witch: "Lord Xie Xiwu is considerate!"

After saying that, he immediately waved his people to stand up and let them follow Chief Tushan.

Ye Xi saw that the grass melter who stood up was a little pale and looked not very well, and looked at Dong Muying suspiciously.

Dong Muying leaned over and suppressed his voice and said: "Isn't the Rongcao tribe raising chickens, at night they are afraid that the melted chickens will be bitten to death and eaten by giant insects, so they drive all the chickens to live with them in the cave, those chickens everywhere in the cave, and over time there is a strong smell of chicken manure inside, and the people who live in it are not in good health." ”

Thinking of the strong smell of chicken manure in the cave, Dong Muying shivered.

She didn't know how she slept that night, and the next day she was the first to move the boulder that blocked the door of the cave, ran outside to get some fresh air, and tried her best to refuse the invitation of the Rongcao tribesmen to stay for another night, and fled back to Xicheng.

It is estimated that the Rongcao tribe agreed so quickly, and it has a lot to do with their perennial stench cave.

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