"You are from Ningyuan Village, why haven't I heard of such a person as you before? The woman's gaze swept over Cheng Siping's body and asked very seriously.

If you can knock Azig down with one palm, you must at least have the combat power of a martial artist at or above the middle level. In this marginal area of cultivators, those whose strength exceeds the realm of martial artists can definitely be regarded as the number one person. The woman also knew something about the neighbor of Ningyuan Village, and as far as she knew, there were only two martial artists in Ningyuan Village, Zhu Sheng and Zhu Yi. These two people are both old men in their fifties and sixties, and it is impossible for the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of them. The woman was deeply suspicious of this. At such a young age, to be able to reach the strength of a martial artist or above, the origin will definitely not be simple, and her judgment is exactly the same as that of the middle-aged man.

Cheng Siping smiled slightly, and said very calmly: "My name is Cheng Siping, and my nickname is A Weak. In Ningyuan Village before, he was just a marginal person, with low cultivation and no strength, you shouldn't have heard of it. ”

"Oh, then why are you suddenly so powerful now?" the woman said with a smile as she stared at Cheng Siping. The young man in front of her gave her a very strange feeling.

"I was lucky enough to save a cultivator from outside. In order to repay me, he gave me some help in my cultivation, and then I grew a little. Cheng Siping said with a smile indifferently.

"That's what happened, no wonder. The woman looked at Cheng Siping from top to bottom and did not express doubt. In fact, she had just guessed that the young man in front of her might reply. The reason why she thinks this way is because there are similar precedents in the past.

Including Ningyuan Village, several villages in this vicinity, except for their Golden Sword Tribe, were all the front stations for foreign cultivators to go to the Southern Barbarian Black Forest to practice. From time to time, there will be foreign cultivators who will stay in these villages. These foreign cultivators are strong and weak, and their temperaments are also different. If they get their favor, the villagers of these villages can often reap some benefits. Although these so-called benefits are nothing at all for those foreign cultivators. But for these local villagers who lacked cultivation resources, it was a great benefit.

Taking the strongest martial artist in this neighborhood as an example, for these foreign cultivators, letting a person break through to a martial artist may be a matter of three or four pills. Therefore, Cheng Siping said that he broke through with the help of foreign cultivators, and it was indeed very possible.

"Since you are a villager of Ningyuan Village, what did you do when you came to our Golden Knife Tribe?" the woman then turned her eyes and stared at Cheng Siping coldly and asked.

"I'm here to talk to you about cooperation. Cheng Siping was not afraid, and said with a slight smile: "Excuse me, are you the patriarch of the Golden Knife Tribe, Axiali?"

Cheng Siping did a special investigation and research on the Golden Dao tribe before he came, and the internal situation of this tribe is quite special, a bit similar to the matriarchal clan in Huaxia. They don't have any concept of marriage, they are together when they see the right eye, and they are separated if they don't see each other. The people of the tribe often only know their mothers, but few people care about who their fathers are. This also directly leads to the fact that the ruler of this tribe has always been a woman. Moreover, the succession of those in power is not based on blood relations, but on strength.

The woman in front of her is only about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and she is definitely a small character in the Golden Dao Tribe. But her talent is amazing, and she is now a martial artist post-rank. Therefore, he became the head of the Golden Knife tribe.

"Talk to us about cooperation, little brother, are you thinking too much. Our Golden Knife Tribe has never interacted with outsiders, especially the people of the Yunzhao Kingdom. You actually came here to talk to us about cooperation?" The woman looked at Cheng Siping playfully and smiled.

Cheng Siping said with a smile: "You can't say that, there are exceptions to everything." You don't even talk about it, how do you know that my cooperation with you is not what your tribe desperately needs. As for those of you who are disgusted with the kingdom of Yunzhao, I also know. But it's not right for me to settle this account. We are just small people in the border field, and we have not been officially recognized by the Yunzhao Kingdom, how can we be regarded as people of the Yunzhao Kingdom. ”

"Hehe, it seems to make some sense. That's right, I'm the patriarch of the Golden Knife Tribe, tell me, what are you going to cooperate with us?" the woman looked at Cheng Siping and said playfully.

"My proposal is actually very simple, I want you to collect medicinal herbs for me, and I will treat your injuries and illnesses for free. Cheng Siping waved his hands and said with a smile: "As long as you collect some medicinal materials by the way when hunting beasts, you can have a stable doctor who can treat your injuries at any time." I think that such an exchange should be beneficial and harmless to you. ”

Ashali raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Little brother, listen to what you mean, could it be that you are still a doctor?"

"That's right, I'm a doctor, a junior doctor, and I'm not bullied. If you don't believe me, you can go to the neighborhood and ask. Mingqian Village, Dawangzhuang, Xiaowangzhuang, Luodong Village, each village agreed to my proposal just now, and dozens or hundreds of people in each village were treated by me. How my medical skills are, you can just ask. Cheng Siping said proudly, and at the end of the day, he didn't forget to add a sentence: "By the way, some time ago, there was a noble man in the south of the country, who was seriously injured in the Nanban Black Forest and almost died, and I rescued him." ”

"Who needs you, a Yunzhao dog thief, to treat us, our tribe itself is not without witches. As soon as Cheng Siping said this, Azige, who had eased up on the side, immediately shouted.

When Cheng Siping heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, shook his head and ignored the goods, turned his head and said to Ashali: "Patriarch Ashali, think about it." I don't need you to reply right now. I'll go back first, if you want to do that, you can come to Ningyuan Village to find me. Go into the village and ask Ah Weak, someone will bring you to me. ”

After saying this, Cheng Siping turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, Ashali shouted: "Slow down, little brother, don't be in a hurry to leave, I see this matter, we need to talk about it in depth." ”

"Patriarch......" When Azig heard Ashali's words, he immediately became anxious, and was about to open his mouth to continue to stop it. Ashari glared at him fiercely, motioning for him not to speak. At the same time, the villagers of the other Golden Knife tribes also rolled their eyes at this Azig and directly ignored him.

Cheng Siping smiled slightly, he already knew that this would be the result. The witchcraft that Azig spoke of did exist, and it was a very special profession, or rather, a profession that was a priest and a doctor. The difference between them and ordinary doctors is that they use the power of ghosts and gods to heal diseases and save people. There were similar people in Huaxia, who were called witch doctors, and the medical skills they used even had a name, called Zhu Youshu. It's just that now the so-called witch Zhu in the Guiyuan Realm has long been reduced to an ornament......