Ye Wentian smiled slightly.

"Yes."

"When the Eight Songs Summit is over, I'll find you a teacher." Ye Wentian nodded lightly in response.

His own medicine is too complicated for the person in front of him

And the tribal warriors are indeed different from the outside world.

The Fujiki clan has a good day.

After leaving the wasteland by himself, he can let him take care of the Hundred Flowers Tribe.

"I...... Thank you." Xiaoqing pursed her lips, and stopped talking a little.

She wants the people in front of her to teach her.

"Tomorrow morning, let's go and hand in the mission together."

"Can't let Grandpa know, let's sneak out." Xiao Qing's face quickly returned to his previous smile and grabbed Ye Wentian's arm.

Ye Wentian's face was stunned.

What task?

"Mr. Ye, the wasteland tribes are mainly composed of the eight major clans and the thirty-six subordinate clans, and most of the other small tribes are dependent on these big clans to survive."

"This area belongs to one of the eight major clans, the territory of the Xuan Tortoise Clan."

"According to the rules, all the tribes under the command of the Xuangui tribe need to make offerings every month." Xuan Jingcheng explained in a low voice.

These days in the wasteland realm, he was taken by the Royal Beast Gate to cross the four major clans in the circle, although he didn't figure out the purpose of the Royal Beast Gate.

But I know a lot about these tribal rules.

Ip Mantian's eyes flashed slightly.

Turtle Clan?

Tengzu Demon Spirit, it can't be a big turtle, right?

It is undoubtedly an excellent ingredient for stewed soups.

"Let's see." Ye Wentian nodded and did not refuse.

Eight summits, two days to go.

When the time comes, just go to the Blackhorn Clan and join the frostwolves.

"Yay!"

「……」

Xiao Qing grinned and hurriedly pulled the people next to him out of the garden.

Back in the clan, the old patriarch had already arranged a place for Ye Wentian and the others to live.

Time flies, and a day passes.

The next day, early in the morning.

Xiaoqing stayed in front of Ip Man's Amakusa House early.

These hundreds of clan medicines can not only hand over tasks, but also exchange for things that many clans need.

"It takes half a day to get to ***."

"We need to hurry up and get back to the tribe before dark." Xiaoqing carried the medicine basket on her back, and her face was full of smiles.

Ye Wentian's eyes paused.

This tribe is even poorer than imagined, and there are no demons in the clan.

"It won't take half a day." Ye Wentian grabbed the person next to him.

"Whew!"

"Whistling ......"

In the blink of an eye.

The figure of the group quickly disappeared at the end of the wasteland.

Only ten minutes passed.

In the distance, the ground of the wasteland caved out, and a basin area fell into view.

Further on, less than twenty miles away, is the Xuangui tribe.

The basin in front of you is a tribe under the jurisdiction of the Xuangui tribe***, because of the relationship between the eight summits, many tribes gather here.

The trio entered the basin.

"There are a lot of people." Ye Wentian glanced at it.

You can see a lot of stalls all around.

Some even erected wooden huts to form temporary shops, where things were basically bartered, and family medicine was hard currency.

The quality is very average, and it did not arouse Ip Mantian's interest.

"Hee-hee, it's just ahead." Xiaoqing grinned, her face was full of happiness, and she couldn't hide her admiration when she looked at the people beside her.

The three of them walked through *** and soon came to a small cabin.

"Hundred Flowers Clan, fifty copies of the medicine of the Yipin Clan." Xiao Qing skillfully took out the family medicine in the medicine basket and placed it on the table in front of him.

The young man at the table, eyebrows

His head wrinkled slightly, visibly impatient.

"Recorded."

"." The young clansman didn't look at the person in front of him, and casually set aside the clan medicine.

"Thank you." Xiaoqing had long been used to it, and obviously didn't care.

After smiling and saluting, he politely turned and left.

Ye Wentian glanced at it and didn't pay too much attention to it, each tribe has its own way of survival, and he won't interfere too much.

Before leaving the cottage.

Xiaoqing took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the front ***, and there was a little more excitement in his eyes.

"Hee-hee, Brother Tian, do you have something you like?"

"Xiaoqing will help you change."

"For the rest of the clan medicine, our clan can exchange it for an iron bull, and our clan will have its own demon spirit in the future." Xiaoqing shrugged the medicine basket on her shoulders and blinked.

Shopping is in the nature of girls, regardless of age.

Xiaoqing grinned, pulled Ye Wentian, and walked towards the ***.

Xuan Jingcheng followed closely behind, silently guarding by his side.

Wait for the three to leave.

Soon after, the Xuangui tribe went to the offering place, and a short-bearded old man slowly walked out of the wooden house.

The old man was more than half a hundred years old, slightly chubby, with a very protruding big nose, and just walked out of the wooden house, his nose couldn't help but sniff.

"Huh?"

"Something is wrong with this medicinal fragrance." The fat old man sighed softly, and a light flashed in his eyes.

The young man in front of him saw the comer clearly, and immediately stood in awe.

"Junior, I've seen the elders of the Fazheng clan." The young man bent forward and hurriedly raised his hand in worship.

The fat old man ignored the person in front of him.

Following the fragrance of the medicine, he walked to the wooden table, and then his figure stopped suddenly, staring at the clan medicine on the side.

"What is this?"

"Sanpin Clan Medicine! Close to the fourth grade! Fifty servings!"

The fat old man said secretly in his heart, and his heart was shocked.

"The old man asks you, which tribe is offering these family medicines?" The fat old man asked with a serious expression.

Are you kidding?

Is this something that the slaves can configure?

"Huh?"

"This...... Juniors check it out."

"I found it, the Hundred Flowers Tribe, it wasn't long before it was delivered." The tribal youth was obviously a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly bent over in response.

After hearing this, the fat old man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Hundred Flowers Tribe?

The family medicine prepared by this tribe can only be fed to demon spirit cubs, how can it be possible to prepare a family medicine that is close to the quality of the fourth grade?

"Where's the people?" The fat old man reacted quickly and grabbed the person in front of him.

The young man's body trembled, and he hurriedly spoke, "Let's go...... Gone."

"Clan Elder, is there anything wrong with this clan medicine?"

The tribal youth's eyes trembled.

Isn't it just some inferior family medicine?

It was the first time he had seen the Fazheng clan elder lose his temper like this.

"Bang!"

"You idiot!"

"These are the four rank of medicine." The fat old man raised his hand and smashed it out in front of him, with an expression of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

With a wave of his hand, he put away all fifty pieces of family medicine.

I didn't bother to pay attention to this person, and immediately turned around and ran towards ***.

"Four...... Four products." Blood spilled from the corners of the tribal youth's mouth, and his brain was buzzing constantly, and he froze in place at the same time.

And at the same time.

The three of Ye Wentian are wandering around on the clan ***.

The ones bought and sold are mainly finished family medicines, raw materials of medicinal materials, and demon spirit cubs, which are very ordinary in Ye Wentian's eyes.

"Brother Tian, you see that it is the Iron Ox, it is said that when he grows up, he can travel thousands of miles a day." Xiaoqing pulled the person next to him and stood in front of a temporary shop.

In the wooden cage, there are several demon spirits that look like cow calves.

At first glance, it looks like a buffalo, except that in the center of the head, there is a strange one

Horn.

"One family medicine can be replaced by another." Ye Wentian glanced at it and said bluntly.

The family medicine prepared by himself is much stronger than the medicine of these tribes.

"Huh?"

"I can't change it." Xiaoqing was obviously stunned for a moment.

The remaining fifty servings of the family medicine can be exchanged for one, and she will be satisfied.

Between the words.

The tribal man in front of him swept his gaze at the same time.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, with a burly figure, a flat head, a square face, and a bit of fierce light between his eyebrows.

Seeing the costumes of the three of Ye Wentian, the man's eyes showed disgust.

"Get out!"

"Slaves, they are not worthy of exchanging our iron bulls." The burly man snorted coldly, and an invisible qi machine pressed towards Ye Wentian and the others.