At noon, the sun was scorching.

The doppelgangers hid in the shade of the trees and were drowsy, completely unable to lift their spirits.

Yesterday built a lot of rafts, and then encountered the villagers chasing and killing, fighting the weasel demon, the clones were already exhausted, and Hu Fei could not continue to let the clones continue to work, so he had to prepare dinner by himself.

As for enabling more clones, Hu Fei has no plans to do so for the time being.

The clones are all ordinary people, just like him before, the amount of food is not small, the ability is not large, and if there is more, it will only waste food.

Only when you find a way to gain supernatural power will it be a little more cost-effective to activate a new clone.

"Click~"

The wood knife chops wood, the blade curls and is about to be scrapped.

Seeing this, Hu Fei couldn't help but have a headache.

The temple's hatchet, which was used to chop trees to build rafts, had a severe decline in durability and had to be found as a new means of survival.

There are quite a few firewood knives in the village, but they will be reset after leaving the village, which is obviously impossible.

"Huang Lang, I want a lot of knives, but I can't find iron ore, and I don't have the conditions for smelting technology, what do you say?"

He looked at the weasel demon who was healing on the side and asked.

Huang Lang was silent on this question.

This person is not an idiot, what can I do as a weasel?

I'm a monster, not a blacksmith!!

"Ahem~~ This ....... In fact, as a primordial monk, adults don't have to rely on the sharpness of ordinary weapons. ”

After Huang Lang finished speaking, Hu Fei said again: "I don't need it, but my brothers need it, so I can't let them cut fish and meat with their teeth on weekdays, right?" ”

Huang Lang saw Hu Fei's eyes staring at him, and he was a little embarrassed.

According to the secret records of the clan, the human race is suspicious and murderous, and if they do not show enough value, after the other party gets the map of Daxian Mountain, they are likely to kill the rats and eliminate the mouth, so as to prevent future troubles.

Now it's being stared at, and there's no chance of escaping.

For the sake of his old life, Huang Lang racked his brains, recalled his experience in Daxian Mountain for so many years, and finally found something that met Hu Fei's requirements in his impression.

"Monk, listen to the old man."

Huang Lang organized the language and said, "Lord Monk, Daxian Mountain is surrounded by big rivers on three sides, and the rivers are full of terrible strange fish and demons, and there is only a Lingji Mountain in the north, which may have what you want." ”

"Lingji Mountain?"

Hu Fei became interested, "Let's hear it." ”

Huang Lang nodded, "My lord, according to the secret books of the clan, Lingji Mountain is full of spirit chickens that are about to become demons, with sharp minions and a ferocious temperament, and there are ....... everywhere they pass."

"Stop, the spirit chickens in your mouth are the guys in the mountains behind the village?" Hu Fei interrupted the other party.

Huang Lang said: "That's right, the mountain behind the village is only adjacent to Lingji Mountain, and sometimes there will indeed be Lingji Mountain foraging for food, and the children of our clan will also go to Lingji Mountain from time to time to hunt Lingji Mountain." ”

Apparently, greyhocks are also one of the food sources for weasel packs.

Hu Fei thought thoughtfully, "You said that Lingji Mountain has something I need, what do you mean?" ”

Huang Lang said mysteriously: "Legend has it that there was such a group of human beings in Lingji Mountain who used to be slaves and feed on spirit chickens, and the knife in their hands was the supreme divine weapon, slaughtering countless spirit chickens, contaminated with endless demon clan evil spirits, and it was the most ferocious weapon in the world."

If adults can get a large number of murderous knives in Lingji Mountain, they don't have to worry about this matter anymore. ”

After listening to the other party's words, for some reason, a picture of a chicken farm appeared in Hu Fei's head.

Lingji Mountain, it shouldn't have been a chicken farm in the past, right?

And those fierce weapons are knives for slaughter.

Otherwise, what human power would choose the profession of raising chickens?

"The main body, if you can raise those spirit chickens, you don't have to worry about food sources, and then you can enable more clones to explore this world." Hu Yifei on the side suddenly spoke.

Hu Fei nodded, "That's right, since it is Lingji Mountain, there must be a lot of them, chickens lay eggs, eggs lay chickens, plus the fish in this river, it should be able to support a lot of clones." ”

The food in the village is simply not enough, and the surplus doppelganger is in trouble, so he has to find another source of food.

And Huang Lang saw Hu Fei's intentions, and his heart was overjoyed.

didn't wait for it to be happy for too long, Hu Fei said again: "Without further ado, Huang Lang, you lead the way, let's go and see the situation first." ”

Huang Lang was stunned for a moment, "My lord, the old man's injuries are not healed, do you want to go?" ”

"Of course, if you don't go, what if you sneak away while we're away?" Hu Fei grinned.

Huang Lang: "......."

This human race is too upright.

"But my lord, the old man's injuries have not healed, and I am afraid that it will drag the adults back."

It also wanted to struggle, but was picked up by Hu Yifei, wrapped around its body with vines, and hung it around its waist at will.

"That's not a drag." Hu Yifei smiled with satisfaction.

Huang Lang: "......."

This has dragged the waist of the pants, hey!!

.......

Mountains behind the village.

The scattered greyhoofs were foraging for food, and their numbers were far less than they were when they were chasing down Clone 6.

I don't know how the No. 6 clone provoked so many spirit chickens to chase him down.

In the treetops, Hu Fei and No. 1 glanced at each other.

"Woohoo!!"

Two rusty iron nails shot out, skimming leaves along the way, and the chickens crowed in a moment, and several of the goosters fell to the ground and convulsed, and the wound on their throats was bleeding profusely.

With the strength of the two of them, they can only control one weapon for the time being, because the spirit chicken has not yet become a demon, and ordinary weapons can already cause effective lethality to it.

Using the core will consume mana and the power of the primordial infant, which is far less cost-effective than the iron nail.

The two jumped off the treetops, and Hu Fei kicked the twitching civet chicken, very satisfied.

"These greyhounds are twice as big as ordinary chickens, and they look quite bluffing."

Hu Yifei glanced around, his eyes locked on the broken corpse of the No. 6 clone, and his brows were furrowed.

"Be careful, these chickens eat meat."

Hu Fei rolled his eyes, "No matter what kind of chicken will eat meat, aren't you talking nonsense?" ”

"My lord, the smell of the spirit chicken is even stronger." Huang Lang on Hu Yifei's waist sniffed the smell in the air and hurriedly warned.

As soon as the words fell, I saw the bushes not far away swaying, and the shiny hairy spirit chickens had already discovered the intruder.

"Giggle~~"

"Goo Goo Goo ~~"

Suddenly, I saw one after another spirit chickens fluttering their wings, carrying the wind and sand in the sky and flying towards the two of them.

"It's worthy of a civet chicken, and it can really fly."

Hu Yifei's face was solemn, and his fingertips kept wandering iron nails, and with the drive of the eyebrows, the iron nails turned into cold light and crisscrossed the spirit chickens.

"Giggle~~~"

Suddenly, the screams of the spirit chickens in the sky did not stop, and the spirit chickens fell to the ground and twitched, but the number of spirit chickens was too large, and one iron nail was really limited, and the spirit chickens were still rapidly approaching the two.

At this time, I saw Hu Fei tearing off Huang Lang from No. 1's waist.

"What are you going to do, monk?" It had a sense of foreboding.

Hu Fei smiled: "You are a weasel who has become a demon, it should be easy to deal with some ordinary spirit chickens, right?" ”

"My lord, the old man's injuries are not healed!!"