"Huh?" Ye Wentian slowly raised his head.

Seeing this, Xuan Jingcheng also took a step forward, and there was a cold flash in his eyes.

It's Xiaoqing, who still has a smile on her face.

"I...... I just want to exchange it for one, please, just exchange the one with the weakest physique for my clan, and I will give fifty copies of the first-grade clan medicine." Under tremendous pressure, Xiao Qing pointed to the thinnest Iron Bull Demon Spirit in the corner.

Let's talk about it.

She took out the medicine basket and placed it in front of the burly man.

The burly man frowned.

"Can't you understand people?"

"Huh?"

"This clan medicine ......" The burly man's eyes suddenly lit up, and his words changed sharply, and his eyes were fixed on the medicine basket.

Without hesitation, he grabbed it in his hand.

After taking a closer look, the light in his eyes became a little thicker.

"Wait!" The burly man let out a low sigh, grabbed the medicine basket and walked towards the room behind him.

Seeing this scene, the light in Xiaoqing's eyes could not be hidden.

It's done!

"Hehe, after my clan, there will also be demon spirits." Xiaoqing couldn't help but grin, she didn't care about the other party's attitude, she had been used to it all these years.

These fifty copies of the clan medicine, as long as they can be exchanged for demon spirits, it is good.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm, and he saw everything in his eyes.

The status of this Hundred Flowers tribe in the wasteland tribe is even lower than he imagined.

"Little Nizi, those medicines are enough to exchange for all the demon spirits here." Ip Man took a step forward and spoke again.

"No...... Not enough."

"Brother Tian, you don't know, they are the Rock Iron Clan, one of the thirty-six tribes of the Wasteland, and Xiaoqing is already very happy to be able to promise to let my clan exchange an iron ox."

Xiaoqing shook her head lightly and explained softly.

Ye Wentian's eyes flickered.

For a small clan with less than 100 people and no warriors, the 36 tribes of the wasteland are indeed behemoths.

However, if the other party knows the goods, even if the rock and iron tribe is black, it will not be a problem to buy three or five iron oxen.

Between thoughts.

"Dada!"

「……」

The burly man in the room had already strode out, his expression obviously a little excited.

It's just that before and after walking up, his face instantly sank.

"Why haven't you gotten yet?" The burly man's disgusted gaze swept over, and the displeasure on his face was evident.

As soon as these words came out.

Ye Wentian and the three of them were stunned.

What do you mean?

"Uncle, my clan medicine ......" Xiao Qing seemed to think of something, but she was the first to react and asked timidly.

"What medicine?" The burly man asked rhetorically.

Xiaoqing's body trembled, her eyes were full of grievances, but she didn't dare to continue to ask, standing in place and feeling a little overwhelmed.

Ye Wentian also came back to his senses in an instant, and his eyes were suddenly cold.

It's okay to be a little darker.

It doesn't hurt to change heads.

Nima, it's a bit too much to be black like this!

"Slave baby, I don't want to say my words a second time, get away from me immediately!" The Rock Iron Clan took a step forward and shouted in unison.

"Hum!"

「……」

The strong sense of oppression struck again.

His rock iron tribe is one of the thirty-six tribes of the wasteland, and if the iron ox cultivated in the clan is exchanged for the slave tribe, isn't it equivalent to the slave tribe riding on the head of the other tribe?

This matter is impossible!

"You...... You return my family medicine, can't I change it?" Xiao Qing plucked up his courage and whispered with his silver teeth.

The Rock Iron Clan's eyes widened.

"Little brute!"

"Tired of being alive, dare to shout in front of my people?" The Qi of the Rock Iron Clan shook and pressed towards the person in front of him again.

If it weren't for ***, he didn't allow fighting, he would have slapped the little beast in front of him to death.

"Hum!"

「……」

An invisible force strikes.

Xiao Qing's body trembled, his face was extremely pale, and he was shocked to retreat again and again, staggering and about to fall.

Suddenly, a palm landed on her shoulder.

Suddenly, a warm current spread throughout the body, and the pressure on the body disappeared.

"Brother Tian, I'm ...... What are we going to do?" Xiaoqing's eyes flickered, she had tried her best to get used to the rejection of other clans, and she still felt aggrieved.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm.

"Don't panic."

"If you don't make a decision, go straight to it!" Ye Wentian said bluntly.

Xiaoqing's body trembled.

Subconsciously raised his head, tilting his head and not quite understanding what it meant.

And the next second, she understood.

"Whew!"

「……」

Behind him, Xuan Jingcheng suddenly stepped forward, and the spiritual power around his body exploded.

The terrifying spiritual power locked onto the tribal man in front.

This head of the Xuan family, but a real Dan Realm martial artist, even in the polar wasteland, is undoubtedly the top powerhouse.

"Bang!"

"Boom...... Boom."

The sound of a pop echoed.

Before the Yantie people in front of them could react, the whole person was blown out and smashed into the rear house.

"Mr. Ye, do you want to kill?" Xuan Jingcheng paused and asked in a low voice.

After all, he was in the wasteland realm, and he didn't directly kill him.

Ye Wentian waved his hand.

"There's no hurry."

"We're here to buy demon spirits, I think it's not too much to exchange fifty copies of clan medicine for an iron bull Tengzu." Ye Wentian muttered.

Compared to this rock and iron tribe, he is not black.

"What the gentleman says is true." Xuan Jingcheng raised his hand and responded.

The conversation between the two fell to Xiao Qing's ear beside him, and immediately made his whole person freeze in place.

Iron Bull Tengzu?.

After my clan, is there also Tengzu?

Wrong! Tribal Tengzu, that's what the Yipin clan medicine can be exchanged?

The little green brain is buzzing constantly.

And the movement here also quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding clansmen, and one after another sharp eyes focused.

"This breath, Outlander?"

"What a daring!"

"Where did you come from, if you weren't from my wasteland tribe, you would dare to make trouble again?"

「……」

There was a low shout.

Seeing this, many tribal warriors around them were all here to come.

"Hmph, a group of juniors, dare to shout in front of Xuan?" Xuan Jingcheng snorted coldly, and the momentum around him swept away.

Whether it is outside the territory or the wasteland tribe, it is always the truth that the strong are respected.

Although the wasteland tribe rejects outsiders, it also depends on its strength, and the Royal Beast Gate is also a foreigner, but it can control the first clan, which can be seen.