Fengyun will have time to take a closer look at these personal races in front of him.

All men, but except for the one who took the lead, the others were not tall, and Fengyun's body was tall among them. They were all dressed in dirty leather skirts, with a few unknown symbols painted with white paint, and a few green marks on their faces with grass juice, which looked very strange.

Judging by their appearance, they should have come out to hunt, several men with spears tied to their waists, and two men dragging a dead essence, seeing that his eyes moved over, vigilantly hid the essence behind him.

Fengyun didn't care about their prey, but looked at a man with a basket behind them. He looked at him in his thirties, his expression indifferent, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and Fengyun noticed that he was holding a fat sow in his hand, and was humming and sniffing something on the ground.

Looking back, the exclamation mark and the six of them were still surrounding Gray Liu'er, Fengyun asked Pig Ganglie, "Why are you attacking us?"

Zhu Ganglie pointed to the exclamation mark under Gray Liu'er, and shouted confidently: "You steal the pigs and dolphins in our clan!"

Fengyun shook his head and said, "We didn't steal it, we raised it ourselves." ”

"Impossible!" Zhu Ganglie seemed to have pinched the handle and said, "In this world, only our Mountain Paste Clan can raise pigs and porpoises!"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"You're thieves!"

The people behind him shouted and challenged Fengyun, but none of them dared to step forward.

Fengyun felt a little funny, so he said, "Since you said that these pigs are yours, then you can come and get them?"

The people of the mountain paste clan looked at each other, no one dared to move, the pig Ganglie felt that he had lost face, and just wanted to come up to catch the pig himself, Fengyun glared at him, and he couldn't help but stop.

Gritting his teeth, the pig walked back to his people, pulled out the man with the basket on his back, snatched the bark rope from his hand, pushed him over, and shouted, "Slave, go! Get our pigs and dolphins back." ”

The man was pushed by the pig, and after standing firm, he looked up and looked for directions, and walked straight towards the exclamation mark.

Fengyun pumped hard, and the pig's fierce wooden spear came to his hand, and as soon as he raised his hand in front of the man, he asked coldly, "Are you looking for death?"

The man raised his head and looked at Fengyun silently, and he didn't block it with his hand, so he directly pushed away the wooden gun with his neck, bent down and grabbed Brother B.

Looking for his own death, he can't blame me!" Fengyun shook his head regretfully, and withdrew the wooden gun, and the man had already flown upside down, knocking over the two Mountain Paste Clansmen, and landed in the distance and did not move.

Big Brother B raised his head to the sky and put on a posture that was incomparable, almost sticking a cigarette in his nostrils, which was extremely powerful.

"The pig god has appeared!" the pig screamed fiercely, and he fell to the ground, and fell down behind him.

This...... Fengyun was confused, so he gave up resistance?

The pig quickly crawled back to the basket with his hands and feet, and took out a black thing the size of an egg from it, and the sow led by his people smelled the smell and snorted and wanted to run over, but was led by the mountain paste people and couldn't move.

Before Fengyun could make a fuss, he ran to Big B Brother excitedly and handed the black thing to his mouth with a respectful expression.

The strange thing is that this time the big B brother didn't get mad, but sniffed, and then opened his mouth to eat the black thing into his mouth, and it was sweet to eat, Nini seemed to be very envious, and twitched her nose to the big B's mouth and sniffed.

"What did you give it to eat?" Fengyun was very puzzled, but Pig Ganglie ignored him, but knelt down excitedly while shouting to the sky with both hands: "Blessing the pig god!"

Fengyun also smelled a strange aroma at this moment, and the taste was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he smelled it for a while.

After kneeling down, Zhu Ganglie and the others were even more excited, and shouted in their mouths: "Respectfully invite the pig god to return to the clan!" he said that he picked up a bone whistle from his neck, put it in his mouth and blew it, and threw himself at Brother B, while the clansmen behind him held spears and rushed towards Fengyun.

Just these guys who can't even beat Big B, Fengyun didn't worry at all, kicked to the ground a few times, heard a roar in his ears, and looked back, but saw that it was Xiaowei and Zhu Ganglie who were fighting.

Big Brother B didn't know what was going on, they staggered as if they were drunk, and they couldn't stand steadily, and Nini was even a little paralyzed.

Zhu Ganglie has a lot of combat experience, and his dodge steps are very flexible, Xiaowei waved his claws a few times, but he grabbed an empty piece and failed to hurt him. Fengyun shook his head, and an arrow stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

"Oops!" the pig screamed in pain, fell to the ground, the bone whistle fell to the side, and as soon as the whistle stopped, Big B brother and they instantly woke up, shaking their heads and not knowing what was happening.

Fengyun stepped forward, stood in front of Zhu Ganglie, and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?

Zhu Ganglie covered his waist and pointed at Brother B and shouted, "Pig God ......"

Fengyun gave him another kick in the ass and said, "The god of pig yarn! That's my pig! It's not your pig god, get out of here!"

He was just about to turn around and leave, but he was hugged by Zhu Ganglie on his thigh, and begged: "Lord Li, give us the pig god!

I don't know how many years this guy hasn't taken a bath, or is it really anal fissure, a smell of smoke so much that Fengyun almost turned his back, Fengyun desperately shook his legs, but the pig Ganglie was like a dog skin plaster holding his legs, rather die than let go, it was really strong.

Fengyun was helpless and said, "You spread it first." ”

"Give us the pig god!"

"You let go first, we have something to say, okay?"

"Give us the pig god!" the pig was so desperate that he turned over and over again.

Fengyun was speechless, so he had to say: "Don't, didn't you say that you want to exchange things? What do you have to exchange?"

Pig Ganglie gave up, stood up and turned back and shouted: "Pig is strong, bring the soil oil lumps!"

A man approached in response.

Fengyun was shocked by this name, and asked with a wry smile: "Who did you come up with this name?"

Zhu Ganglie replied: "It's the pig god of the previous generation, and his name is the machine gun that eats noodles!"

Zhu Ganglie took the basket, took out a bunch of black things, handed them to Fengyun, and said, "We are willing to exchange the earth oil pimple for our pig god!"

Fengyun muttered to himself: Change the yarn, and it will be mine when I see it.

Picked up an apple-sized lump of earth oil and looked at it, it had some small bumps on the surface, which looked rugged, like fine scales, and it was quite hard to the touch. Fengyun cut a slit with his fingernails and sniffed, an indescribable smell wafted out, with the fragrance of earth, mixed with the smell of nuts and mushrooms, and even a little bit of garlic, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, Fengyun couldn't help frowning and wondering where he had smelled this smell.

Soil, fungus...... Fengyun suddenly remembered that when he was in junior high school, the uncle who owned a furniture factory invited the leaders of the court to dinner because of something, and took him with him by the way. In a Western restaurant, he tasted this taste in a dish.

Looking at the sow that was anxious and restless after smelling the smell in the hands of the Mountain Paste Clansman, Fengyun looked at his hand with a little surprise, what kind of soil oil pimple is this, this is a truffle!

Truffles are said to be more valuable than gold, although they are not the highest grade white truffles, but even if they are black truffles, such a big one will cost tens of thousands! Not to mention that there are a lot of them in the basket, it seems that there are only Yunnan and Sichuan in China, but I didn't expect the east to have them?

Zhu Ganglie handed the basket towards Fengyun and said, "I'll exchange these soil oil lumps!"

Fengyun shook his head and didn't immediately agree. These things must be quite valuable in later generations, but in this era when money was not even invented, if you barter, its value is not so high.

Truffles are just a condiment, you can't eat enough, and you can't grow them, at most, you can put a little flavor when cooking, and for Fengyun, it's not even as useful as the radish he picked up.

Seeing Fengyun shaking his head, Zhu Ganglie said anxiously: "This is the best thing for my Mountain Paste Clan!"

Fengyun threw the truffle back into the basket, clapped his hands and said, "Don't bother, I won't change it, hurry up!"

Zhu Ganglie wanted to say something, but as soon as Fengyun glared, he picked up the wooden gun and ran back to the clansmen, muttering in the distance and not knowing what to say.

"Brother......" Gray Liu'er got up and hugged the clay jar under him, which was filled with the spices, kelp and other things that Fengyun brought this time.

Rubbing her head, Fengyun whispered, "Take the good things, let's go." ”

Using too many skills will consume a lot of physical strength and take time to recover, and it is still dangerous for him to fight for a long time.

"That slave is running again!"

As he was packing his things, there was a shout from the Shanji clan behind him, Fengyun looked back, but saw that the middle-aged man who was hit by Brother B at the beginning was running towards him.

Frowning slightly, Fengyun stopped Gray Liu'er behind him and let him aside, the middle-aged man didn't even look at him, his expression was hideous, and he ran towards the west desperately.

Zhu Ganglie chased a few steps, cursed, raised the wooden gun and waved it out, and the wooden gun flew towards the slave.

Although the pig is not as strong as Fengyun, it is still very strong compared to ordinary people. Years of hunting gave him plenty of hunting experience, and the wooden spear cut an arc through the nu'er's thigh.

The slave staggered, squeezed a muffled snort from between his teeth, and limped towards the west, but was soon caught and dragged back by the Shanji tribesmen who were chasing after him.

After being caught, the slave gave up the struggle directly, and curled up with his head skillfully in his hands, and was beaten by the Shanzhi tribesmen without saying a word.

Zhu Ganglie was stunned by Fengyun here, and when he was unhappy in his heart, he found an outlet for catharsis, walked forward with a scolding and scolding, and said angrily: "Still running! I don't have a long memory! What did I say last time? If I run again, I will kill you and expose his neck!"

Several of the Shan'er people pulled away from the slave's limbs, and one of them grabbed his chin hard and strangled him upward. The slave's skin was torn to the point that it was slightly deformed, or it bit the corner of its mouth, and blood foamed between its teeth, and it let out a beast-like roar.

Zhu Ganglie took the wooden spear from the clansmen, Fengyun watched from a distance, and his heart was shocked, could it be that Zhu Ganglie really wanted to kill?

Zhu Ganglie looked at the slave's neck, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, just like looking at ordinary prey, the slave stared at him deadly, and squeezed out a vague curse between his teeth: "Stupid!"

Fengyun's eyes froze, and the attached skill of magic power was activated, pinching out a dogwood fruit from the clay jar, and the throwing skill was instantly activated. A red light flashed, and the pig Ganglie's wrist hurt, and the wooden spear that was pierced was deflected, grazed the slave's face, and plunged deep into the ground next to him.