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The Southern Wasteland is close to the southernmost part of the Great Wilderness, hundreds of millions of miles away, and there is no boundary, even the most powerful wilderness warrior in the tribe cannot exhaust one ten-thousandth of such a terrifying distance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Nanduan Mountain is the oldest mountain range in the southern wilderness.

Mountain.

In the distance, you can see the same green mountains in front of you.

The mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, undulating, between the mountains, the clouds and mist are surging one after another, and the ancient trees and forests under the clouds and mist are permeated with a thick atmosphere.

On the edge of the South Broken Mountain, near the northern side.

The underside of the boulder.

The boy sniffed the rat meat that had been roasted in his hand, and it smelled sour.

frowned.

Picking up the black layer on the surface, a smell soaked in elk incense suddenly spread from the meat pieces, if it weren't for the fact that he was already hungry, Nanjin would definitely not have barbecued an elk in the wild so hastily to eat.

If you are seen by those guys in the tribe, you must say that you are a tyrannical thing.

An adult elk, if captured alive, can be exchanged for a full three barren stones or a battle armor made of fine desolate beast scales from the Bloodstone Wasteland dozens of miles away.

But at the moment.

This elk, which seems to have been captured alive by Nanjin because it was injured, has become the mouthful of Nanjin.

The meat is loose like jade, melts in the mouth, is not as greasy as ordinary meat, and even has a fragrance, few people are willing to roast this kind of thing to eat, if you don't stew a Weng soup is a luxury.

Elk is one of the few low-level beasts that contain desolate power, although it is not easy to catch, but there is no danger, the more powerful the desolate beast, the more desolate power it contains, but the powerful desolate beast is not for everyone to hunt.

At least, with the cultivation of the southward who has not yet quenched the bones, it is already considered a splash of luck to be able to capture an elk, and even a desolate man who has advanced to the fourfold realm of quenching bones is probably impossible to catch an elk.

The people of the Great Wilderness tribe eat a lot of food, gobble up a dozen pounds of elk swallow it all, and do not hesitate to go south, when even if they stand on the ground, their eyes are closed, their hands are clenched into fists, a punch is swung out, a punch will go up, and the bones of the whole body will suddenly crackle, like a stone bead falling on the plate.

The routines practiced in Nanjin's hands are not even called boxing, at most they are just a few moves, as an ordinary wandering tribe, the entire tribe of Nanli tribe also has only one boxing technique for quenching bones.

And for the southward who has not yet successfully entered the quenching bone, the opening of the mountain is not qualified to learn.

After beating the routines that he had stolen from the same age of the tribe back and forth a few times, Nan Li slowly withdrew his hand, and when he opened his eyes, a look of loss flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.

"This elk is good, but to me it's just meat. ”

He was a little helpless but not discouraged.

9 years, a full 9 years, he still hasn't taken that step, and the teenagers and even younger teenagers in the tribe who are the same age as him have at least entered the realm of quenching bones, and even a few talented people have entered the realm of quenching bones.

Quenching the bones triple and making another breakthrough will become a desolate warrior, a warrior who can truly protect the tribe and take responsibility for the entire tribe.

It's getting late.

There are many fierce beasts in the mountains, even if they are as bold as this, they dare not stay long when they go south.

Stuffing the remaining flint and firewood into the cave under the boulder, he turned around and galloped out of the mountain forest, with great dexterity, and even a little amazing if not seen with his own eyes.

There are thousands of tribes in the Great Wilderness, it can be said that there are hundreds of tribes, and the tribes living in the Great Wilderness are living a life of drinking blood, and it is not uncommon for them to be strong.

Just over a dozen miles from the edge of Nanduan Mountain, on the mountainside near the north side, huge courtyard walls made of boulders and giant trees surround large and small wooden houses, and bonfires are dotted around.

"Go south, are you sneaking up the mountain again? ”

As soon as he approached the gate of the tribe, he was stopped when he entered the south, and it was a shirtless young man who spoke, more than eight feet tall, with a rough face, and an extremely strong appearance.

Behind the young man stood three or two young men of the same age, one of whom was dressed in a sackcloth shirt, with a grim face and extremely heroic sword eyebrows.

When they saw Nanjin, except for the tall young man who patted him on the shoulder affectionately, the faces of the other three couldn't help but show a trace of indifference and even disdain.

"Mengzi, are you sentry again tonight?"

Nanjin smiled and asked softly, in fact, he deliberately picked the gap between the few people in front of him to go up the mountain, if it was replaced by other clansmen in the tribe who had advanced to the desolate warriors to stand guard, he might not be able to get out.

The few people in front of him are similar in age to him, the tall boy is called Nan Meng, but he has reached the realm of quenching bones, and he is one of the best geniuses in the tribe's generation, and the cold boy is called Nan Fei, who is also a triple quenching of bones like Nan Meng, and the other two teenagers, although not as good as the two in front of them, have also reached the realm of quenching bones.

"You haven't quenched your bones yet, there are many beasts in the mountains that are not as safe as in the tribe, you should not secretly go up the mountain in the future, I will take you there when I am free." ”

Nan Meng looked very innocent, and seemed to pat the young man's shoulder with some care, Nanjin just nodded lightly, and walked towards the tribe without speaking.

"Hmph! Fifteen years old has not yet quenched his bones, and he is a waste of food!"

"Mengzi, don't accompany him up the mountain, if you have that kung fu, it's better to practice the mountain opening fist a few more times, and strive to become a desolate warrior as soon as possible to fight for the tribe. ”

"Rubbish!"

It's been a long time.

The cold young man spit out these two words in his mouth, although it was a little far away, but it came with the wind, and the words of several people floated into his ears, and Nanjin couldn't help frowning.

"Waste? I'm waste. ”

If it weren't for his weakness, Nanjin would even feel like a waste, he started boxing at the age of six, and now 9 years have passed, but he is still just a mortal who has not tempered any bones.

The tribes of the hundreds of millions of tribes in the Great Wilderness are born to fight, fight with the heavens and the earth, fight with people, fight with all races, only by fighting can they survive, and quenching their bones is the first hurdle in cultivation.

There are nine earth bones and one heavenly bone in the body of the desolate person, but these ten bones will not appear without tempering, one to nine times the earth bone is refined, and the last heavenly bone is tempered in the ten major perfection realms of the quenching bones, and only after the ten bones are tempered, there is a chance to open the gate of heaven and become a strong person in the blood realm.

Push open the door.

The smell of fermented flesh and blood came to my nose, mixed with a foul smell.

frowned.

When I walked into the house, I saw the busy figure of the old man.

"Uncle Nan!"

The old man turned his head when he heard this, and a very old smile appeared on his face.

"Come back, come and get something to eat, the meat of this wildebeest stinks a little, but it's enough to fill your stomach." ”

After eating a whole elk, Nanjin was not hungry, but he did not refuse the old man, but sat quietly on the edge of the stone table, reached out and grabbed a fist-sized piece of boiled and cured meat from the food bowl and chewed it.

The meat of the wildebeest is already rough, and the cured meat is even more unpalatable, and the taste is like chewing wax.

The old man didn't say anything, just buried his head in nibbling on the cured meat in his hand, as if it was some extremely rare delicacy.

This picture has been seen for more than one or two years, but more than a dozen years.