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"Don't hit my prey ideas!"

The girl suddenly said coldly.

Even if Wan Tingjun has always lacked funny cells, he couldn't help but be clicked on the laughing hole at this moment, the corners of his mouth curled, and he smiled helplessly.

It was originally such a simple question as asking the way, who would have thought that this girl would have such a strong hostility, as if she had seen a big bad wolf, which couldn't help but make Wan Tingjun have a taste of an old dog biting a hedgehog and unable to put his mouth down.

After a moment of silence, he helplessly spread his hands and took out a fourth-grade star spar, "That's it, let's trade fairly, you tell me something about the situation here, and I'll exchange this star spar." ”

Looking at the glittering star crystal, the girl seemed to be a little moved.

She hesitated for a moment, and then subconsciously wanted to lift her left hand to pick it up, but unfortunately her left hand had been broken in the fight with the cheetah just now, and she had no strength at all, and the wound was still dripping blood.

As soon as her body moved, the pain immediately struck, and her eyebrows furrowed, and the color of pain welled up on her cheeks.

Wan Tingjun saw it clearly, and Deng Shi also understood the girl's thoughts, and knew that she was still very vigilant. So he stood still, but he bent down and put the star crystal on the ground, and then kicked the star crystal to the girl's feet with a kick on his toes.

Seeing Wan Tingjun's calm expression and his attitude that had been softening and unchanged, the vigilance on the girl's face finally disappeared a little.

"This place is called Muku Island, it is thousands of miles away from Tianluo City, and there are no islands within a radius of more than a thousand miles. ”

The girl said a few words briefly, and then said no more.

"The inhabitants of that island ......"

"There are no good people on the island!"

The girl coldly interrupted Wan Tingjun's words, as if she had a great hatred for the humans living on this island.

Wan Tingjun was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "I understand, thank you, goodbye." With a polite finish, he turned and left.

Muku Island, there are tens of thousands of miles of sea from Tianluo City, and there are no other islands within a radius of thousands of miles, this is a very good place to retreat, as for there are no good people on the island, Wan Tingjun doesn't care, he just needs to find a secluded place to practice in peace.

At present, once Wan Tingjun finds a suitable place to practice, he will not appear in the Ruosha Khan Sea for a long time, after all, if it weren't for the appearance of the mysterious nebula, he would probably have died.

And the girl saw Wan Tingjun leaving, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, and then she quickly put away the sharp knife, bent down to carefully put away the star crystal, and dragged the cheetah away.

After walking on the island for a while, Wan Tingjun finally gradually understood why the girl was so protective of her prey, because the food on this island of wood bitterness was extremely scarce, although there were many fierce beasts in life, but there were not many of them that could be eaten on a stomach, as for food crops, they were not suitable for planting on the land of this island at all, and the entire island of wood bitter seemed to be cursed by something.

After searching the island for nearly a day, Wan Tingjun did not find an ideal place to practice, and he found that the spiritual energy on this island was extremely lacking, and he could hardly feel their existence. Helpless, Wan Tingjun saw that it was already dark, so he found a relatively hidden stone cliff behind a dense forest and temporarily settled here.

Right now, Wan Tingjun has a few more souls in his hands, and one of them is a strong soul in the late stage of the pseudo-immortal, he doesn't know how much his strength will improve if he refines this soul.

Today's Wan Tingjun, whose strength is at the level of the Eight Heavens of the First Light, can be said to have not even laid a foundation for cultivation, and he must break through as soon as possible in order to continue.

In fact, he has spiritual power, and he doesn't need the realm at all.

He roughly estimated that if he could successfully absorb all these living souls, then it would not be a problem at all to break through the mortal realm and enter the Huaguang realm.

After sitting cross-legged, Wan Tingjun first slowly breathed and adjusted his mood to an excellent state, and then took out a living soul and began to refine it carefully.

Although it is said that the art of soul refining can make the monk improve quickly, but there is also a great hidden danger, the soul sacrifice is against the sky, the slightest carelessness, will fall into the devil, the deep root of the demon can never turn back.

On the same night, surrounded by a tranquil forest, a small tribe was sporadically lit up.

The tribe's buildings are rudimentary, but there are middle-aged men scattered around to keep watch.

In one of the relatively large rooms, the girl Wan Tingjun saw during the day was facing the dim light, rubbing the star crystal with her right hand. The wound on her left arm had been bandaged, and he had changed into a very comfortable and soft leather dress.

The girl stared at the star crystal in her hand for a long time, sighed slightly, and then carefully received the stone into a small leather bag around her waist.

"Knock knock!"

Then there was a knock at the door, and the girl got up and walked to the door, and pulled it open, revealing that the man outside the door was an old man of about sixty years of age.

"Grandpa, please come in. ”

Seeing the old man, the girl suddenly showed a slight look of admiration on her face, and then obediently stepped aside to make room for the old man to come in.

"Di Yi, I'm very happy to see your prey today, old guy!"

Although the old man was emaciated, but his face was flushed with red light, he went into the room, sat down on a simple wooden stool, took out a large smoking pot from his back, put the tobacco shreds, lit the lamp, and smoked it.

"Emperor One. The old man stared at the girl with a pair of eyes, "I think it's time for you to replace me." ”

The girl named Di Yi was suddenly stunned, and then said with a worried face: "Grandpa, you are still young. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately shook his head, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and then he laughed and said: "Old man, I am still young when I am like this? ”

"Grandpa......"

After a while, I heard a sigh from the old man, threw the smoke pot on the table, and said: "Tomorrow is the last day of the annual tribute, and I am afraid that the tribute we have stored will not be enough, I have sent someone to borrow it from the neighboring friendly tribes, you will never go hunting again tomorrow, if something happens to you, how can I explain it to your parents." ”

Emperor Yi pondered for a moment and took out the star crystal from the small leather bag.

"This may be able to pay some tribute, after all, there are not many people in our tribe. ”

The old man stretched out his hand to take the star spar, looked at it in surprise for a while, and then smiled: "This is a four-grade star spar, which is enough for half of our clansmen." ”

"Emperor Yi, where did you pick up this star crystal?"

The emperor thought for a moment, and then said, "When I was chasing that cheetah, I found it behind the West Mountain. ”

"Well, you're so lucky. ”

The old man was talking and laughing, but he suddenly frowned, and his face turned cold.

"Emperor Yi, tell me, where did this star spar come from?"

As soon as he heard his grandfather ask, Emperor Yi knew that his lie was seen by his grandfather.

Looking at her grandfather's increasingly serious eyes, Di Yi finally decided to explain honestly, she considered the wording, and then told what she had encountered during the day.

On the second day, the tribesmen of the small tribe where the emperor belonged did not go out to work, but waited quietly at home, waiting for the people sent by the consul to collect the annual tribute. Nearly a thousand people gathered in the central clearing of the tribe, but no one was noisy, and even if there was an occasional conversation, they only kept their voices as low as possible, as if the person who was about to come had a very noble status.

However, it is obvious that the day of the annual tribute is the last day that these people want to live, because although these people never speak ill of the consuls, there is no trace of joy or smile on their faces, not even the slightest bit of passion to speak of.

Around noon, Di Yi saw dozens of lights of different colors flying quickly in the distant sky in the direction of her tribe, so she knew that the tax collectors who had come to collect the New Year's tribute had arrived.

"Grandpa, they're coming. Emperor Yi whispered.

The old man answered, and looked up at the dozens of figures that were flying quickly.

"Get ready to greet. ”

He said a few words briefly, and then took the lead and walked forward, followed by Di Yi and several old men with relatively old qualifications in the clan, who represented the whole village.

Today's emperor is still a pair of leather armor outfits, such as the waterfall of green silk casually tied behind him, although this dress is very simple and simple, there is no luxury at all, but the girl's charming posture is already with buds, between the steps is even more light lotus movement, indescribable beauty. At this time, she is also like the snowlotus that is about to bloom.

In a few moments, the men had fallen from the sky and were coming towards them.

Seeing that he was closer, the old man stepped forward respectfully, bent down to salute one of them, and said respectfully: "Old Lan Chuanfeng has seen Lord Tian. ”

Emperor Yi and the others stood a few steps back, looking at these people from a distance.

At the end of the old man's Lan Chuan Feng salute, he saw the white-robed and high-crowned Lord Tian raise his right hand slightly, and said casually: "That's it, have you ever had all the tributes this year?"

"It's all right. Lan Chuanfeng hurriedly replied.

"Then don't you hurry up and pick it up. Before Lord Tian could say a few words, he was obviously a little impatient, and he didn't even have the interest to raise his eyes to look at these lowly people.

Listening to Lord Tian's words, Lan Chuanfeng hurriedly waved to the clansmen standing in the distance, only to see someone carrying or holding items to the open space in front of him.

"Twenty high-grade leopard skins, three scorpion grasses, three hundred life-killing seeds, three hundred catties of black iron ore, and twenty bitter and rigid woods,......"

Arashikawa reported the names and numbers one by one.

"Patriarch Gang, these things don't seem to be enough. Lord Tian raised his eyebrows, looked at those things that were not very valuable, and said coldly.