After speaking, the old man took out a gadget from his arms and threw it to He Zhiyuan.

"What is this?" Playing with the things in his hand, He Zhiyuan was a little curious. It is a small object made up of bamboo pieces, copper skins and bird feathers, which looks a lot like a whistle.

"This is the flying feather battle whistle of our Satsuma tribe, as long as you blow this whistle, as long as any one of our tribe hears the whistle, then, more than a hundred warriors of our Satsuma tribe will immediately gather around the whistle bearer and fight for him unconditionally. But don't try it out of hand, because the whistle can only be blown once at most. The old man of the native man said while looking at He Zhiyuan with some apprehension.

If this master thinks that the help of the tribal warriors is also dispensable, then he really has nothing to handle.

Although in the old man's opinion, the flying feather sentry represents the friendship of their tribe, and the friendship is priceless. But he also knew very well in his heart that for the Xia people, the Xuan-level high-grade technique was enough for a person to obtain a splendid future in any country of the Xia Clan, which was much more valuable than something like "the favor of a wild man".

To the surprise of the old man again, He Zhiyuan, who was a little "disdainful" of the Xuan-level high-grade techniques, said to himself with a solemn face this time: "Thank you for the kindness of the old man, the kindness of the Satsuma tribe, I will keep it in my heart." ”

After speaking, he didn't see how He Zhiyuan moved, and several bottles of dark green potions appeared in his hands: "I can't take out anything good now, these bottles of potions are regarded as a return gift, not a tribute." ”

The old man took the potion, drank it without hesitation, and distributed the other bottles of the potion.

Soon, all the natives had expressions of joy and shock on their faces. The joy is because they can clearly feel that their injuries are recovering quickly, and they no longer have to worry about the deterioration of their injuries and the threat from the monsters, so it can be said that their lives are truly saved at this time.

And the shock was naturally because of the amazing effect of He Zhiyuan's potion. The biotechnology of the Zaka Zerg is the best in the universe, and it is more than enough to bluff a few primitive people on a non-technological planet.

In the heart of the old man, He Zhiyuan's image has become taller and taller, from an unfathomable master, sublimated into an almost omnipotent and benevolent heart, the image of a great master and a great hero.

He stood up and respectfully saluted He Zhiyuan: "My name is Zu Pongsa, and I am the chief of the Satsuma tribe.

"He Zhiyuan. He Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Master He. Zu Ponsa said respectfully, "From now on, Master He will be the guest of honor of my Satsuma tribe, my friend of Zu Ponsa, you are welcome to come to the Satsuma tribe at any time." ”

He Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then respectfully returned the salute.

After a hundred years of loneliness, He Zhiyuan felt for the first time that he had friends again and gained an emotion called respect, which made him feel very good.

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One night a week later.

In He Zhiyuan's lair, Mo Yan was lying on the silver snow leopard skin mattress, sleeping soundly.

This time, Mo Yan was seriously injured, but fortunately, she didn't hurt her internal organs, so after drinking the powerful potion, she recovered relatively quickly. At this point, she was basically fine, but her body was still very weak, and she was in a coma for most of the day.

Not far from Mo Yan, He Zhiyuan sat with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and he was thinking.

A bonfire lay between the two of them, "crackling", stretching their shadows very long.

He was stunned, but when he saw He Zhiyuan's brows, his eyes immediately widened.

"Shake the mountain footwork!"

The next moment, he stood up violently and took more than a dozen steps forward in a row, and with each step, his momentum exploded by one point. After more than a dozen steps in a row, the momentum has risen to an extremely strong and terrifying realm, if someone stands opposite He Zhiyuan, they will feel that He Zhiyuan's body is like a collapsed city wall, extremely tall, with terrifying oppressive power.

"Mountain Shake Fist!"

When this momentum was condensed to the extreme, He Zhiyuan exhaled loudly, slammed a punch, and immediately pulled all the momentum into one place, and smashed forward like the sky and the earth cracking.

"Boom!"

Although the punch only smashed into the air, it still exploded in the cavern with a muffled thunderous explosion, as if the punch smashed the air all over the room.

Mo Yan, who was asleep, was suddenly woken up, looked around sleepily, and finally saw He Zhiyuan who was practicing boxing, suddenly puffed up a bun face, and patted the bed twice angrily, seeing that He Zhiyuan was deaf, he could only shake his head helplessly, turn over and continue to sleep.

At this time, He Zhiyuan's boxing skills were already getting faster and faster. Although this set of boxing moves is extremely simple, coming and going is nothing more than a few ordinary actions such as advancing, retreating, splitting fists, straight punches, and hooks, the momentum is as terrifying as a mountain and a tsunami. A set of boxing techniques danced to the hearty, and the room was full of the sound of wind and thunder.

"Pick up the stars!"

Suddenly, the momentum of He Zhiyuan's whole body changed violently, and instantly changed from majestic like a mountain to a smart dragon. I saw his body shake violently, snatched out in one step, and "brush, brush, brush, brush......" was already seven steps in a row in the blink of an eye, shuttling through, and then exploded with a claw!

"Star picker!"

One run, one claw, one explosion!

The claw tore through the air, making a heart-rending sound, and it was transmitted far away, very sharp.

"Boom!"

On the premise that He Zhiyuan did not touch the wall, a deep paw print was left on the solid wall in an instant.

"This set of combat skills is quite sharp!" After appreciating the results he left behind, He Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction.

In the past few days, He Zhiyuan has been concentrating on studying the combat technique given to him by Zu Ponsa: Shenwei Five Styles.

This set of combat skills is divided into five moves: "shaking the mountain, picking the stars, falling on the moon, splitting the sea, and splitting the sky", each move is a combination of combat skills and a set of footwork, each with its own role, or the main attack, or the main defense, or close combat, or long attack, the mystery is endless.

At this time, He Zhiyuan had roughly mastered the basic routines of "shaking the mountain" and "picking stars", and he also really had his own understanding of the so-called combat skills.

"The so-called combat skills are nothing more than the methods and techniques of energy release, and there is no essential difference between them and the natural skills of Warcraft, such as the screaming of the Screaming Bat and the acid spit of the Snake-necked Wyvern, so the two should be able to assist each other in terms of combat skills and Warcraft genes......"

"I not only have the Mother Emperor system, but also should be able to improve and transform combat skills, so that combat skills and genetic modification can be organically combined to have more powerful power!"