Of course, refined salt is also something that Xia Tuo can get his hands on now.

Not long after the Xia tribe was established, the tribal foundation was too thin and there was no foundation, otherwise he would not need to come to a ten-year plan and concentrate on big things.

After arranging the affairs of the tribe, Xia Tuo left the tribe and headed southeast.

This time, he walked along the Flowing River, all the way to the Black Fang Waters, and then went south along the Black Fang Waters, entering the Tuze Wasteland.

This time, he found that if there was a boat, he could go to the Tuze Wasteland by water, which was estimated to save half the time compared to the mountain road, and there were many rivers in the wasteland, so he could go down the river to Tuze Lake.

After entering the Tuze Wasteland, Xia Tuo was ready to start with small tribes, and he brought Wanjun refined salt, which was not an amount that any tribe could swallow, and he needed to separate the bulk goods.

The vast wasteland, boundless, lush with vegetation, he didn't come out with Qinghuo this time.

On the fifth day, Xia Tuo came to a tribe called Caoliu, which was a small tribe with a total of no more than a thousand people.

His appearance made this small tribe like a great enemy, and the tribal patriarch personally introduced him to the tribe.

In the stone house in the clan, the patriarch of the Caoliu tribe accompanied him carefully, and specially arranged for two girls in the clan to come to serve, the two girls showed a touch of wildness in their eyes, and the black animal skin robe could not hide the surging upper body, but unfortunately the figure did not meet Xia Tuo's vision, and he was directly waved back.

The grass willow patriarch was very nervous, and looked at Xia Tuo carefully, not knowing what this adult of unknown origin had ordered, so he could only wait in his heart, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The Caoliu tribe prepared dinner, and after Xia Tuo was not polite enough to eat and drink, his eyes fell on the Caoliu patriarch.

"Adult~~"

Seeing Xia Tuo looking towards him, the grass willow patriarch trembled in his heart, and couldn't help but ask softly.

"Patriarch Grass Willow. ”

"Oops~~~"

The Grass Willow Patriarch hurriedly replied, "What do you command?"

"You want salt. ”

"Hmm. ”

The grass willow patriarch was stunned for a moment, and some failed to react.

"The finest refined salt. ”

The next moment, Xia Tuo waved his hand, and a jar of refined salt appeared in front of him, snow-white and crystalline.

He pushed the salt jar in front of the Grass Willow Patriarch and whispered, "No salt, no money." ”

This will, the grass willow patriarch is about to be stupid, and the adults are really good at playing, and use it to entertain him.

"Sanjun essence salt and a hybrid beast core, how many jun do you want?"

The grass willow patriarch looked at the look of the person in front of him, and he was about to cry, don't play with him like this, okay.

Seeing Xia Tuo's expression for a while, it didn't look like a fake, and he said carefully: "Shijun." ”

With a wave of Xia Tuo's hand, eleven salt jars appeared in front of him.

"Twelve Jun Essence Salt, four Hybrid Beast Colics. ”

Xia Tuo spread his hands and gestured.

I saw that the Grass Willow Patriarch got up tremblingly and walked out, and when he came back, he was holding four Miscellaneous Beast Cores in his hands.

Xia Tuo took the beast core, immediately got up and walked out, leaving the grass willow patriarch alone to watch his back disappear, and then looked at the salt jar next to him, his face was messy.

It's really selling salt, but it's a bit expensive.

After a long time, the grass willow patriarch reacted, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and came back to his senses, this is really terrifying.

Break the wealth and avoid disaster!

......

Selling Sijun salt at once, Xia Tuo was in a very good mood, at least he got off to a good start, as a totem warrior in the Tianmai Realm, he was naturally not afraid of the wasteland night road.

He has no fixed purpose, as long as he meets a tribe, he will ask.

Water Fish Tribe.

The tribe leaned on the river, and at this moment, hundreds of people outside the tribe were holding weapons and were on guard against the figure in front of them.

"This adult~~"

The water fish patriarch stood at the forefront of all the warriors, he was a totem warrior, but the majesty brought by the figure in front of him gave him a feeling of being overwhelmed by the mountains.

"Do you want salt?"

When a group of clan soldiers were ready to attack, the sound of light voices spread all around.

Cough.

The water fish patriarch almost didn't catch his breath.

"Sanjun Essence Salt, a Hybrid Beast Core, how much do you want. ”

"To ......"

Until this moment, the water fish patriarch still didn't fully react, which way of the gods did he meet today, strange things happen every year, and he let him meet it today.

Speaking of which, Xia Tuo's refined salt is super expensive, a jun of refined salt, in the past, a huge trade between various departments, but only in exchange for a few skins, so it has already made the tribe very surprised.

After all, the salt mine is in the tribe, and it is very clear to the family how the refined salt came from.

Now Xia Tuo opened his mouth to be a beast core of Sanjun table salt.

"Swap for two. ”

The water fish patriarch said cautiously, trying his best to observe Xia Tuo's expression.

"No, no, no, we want ten pounds. ”

"How can you have enough salt for ten pounds of salt for such a big tribe, thirty pounds, a total of ten beast cores. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

The water fish patriarch nodded with a sad face, what are you talking about, and I don't dare to refute it.

After putting away the beast core, Xia Tuo dragged the mud and water at all, turned around and left.

For several days in a row, he wandered in the Tuze Wasteland, and when he met a tribe, he went to sell it, but unfortunately, compared to the amount of salt he brought, he only sold more than 300 jun of salt.

This made Boss Xia very sad, at this rate, when will Wan Jun's salt be replaced with beast cores.

He walked south along the western shore of Tuze Lake, preparing to turn further south.

......

On the shore of Tu Zexi, in a low-lying area near the water's edge, there were more than a hundred animal skin tents, and at this moment these animal skin tents were in flames, and the fire was full of shouts of killing.

Figures are constantly fighting, and there is an old man in the leader who strikes sharply, and almost every blow will have a figure killed.

"Hurry up!"

The spear's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he shot mercilessly, and the sturdy men around him were also like bloody madmen, wanton killing.

"This time, there are no less than 10,000 fine iron ores, wind spirit grass, water lotus roots, and the Heze tribe is really generous. ”

After slaying a leader-like figure, the spear sliced open a huge bag of animal skins, and pieces of ore that shimmered in the firelight rolled down.

Outside the ore wrap, there are also crystal herbs in wooden boxes.

"Hurry up and kill all these people, and leave with your things. ”

Burst!

As soon as a strong man wanted to go towards the piled goods, he felt a roar behind him, and before his whole body could react, he was torn apart.

Poof!

Xia Tuo picked up a copper knife, and the people around him flew out with the knife like chopping melons and vegetables.

The spear also noticed the change, and even killed a robber halfway, and he was very black and black.

"It's you!"

Seeing Xia Tuo's figure, the spear suddenly remembered, but Xia Tuo slashed in the air, he waved his knife to resist, and then the whole person flew out sideways, and the copper knife in his hand shattered.

"You~~"

Spitting blood in his mouth, he stared at Xia Tuo deadly, stretched out his finger and wanted to point at Xia Tuo, but he fell to the ground heavily without two breaths, and there was no life.

Xia Tuo looked at the corpses all over the field, the thick smell of blood was dense, he came to the spear and bent down, and grabbed a beast leather belt from his arms.

Opening the animal leather belt, Yingying's light directly blinded his eyes.

There are a hundred beast cores, which are worth the harvest he has gained from selling salt these days.

Sure enough, it's still black to eat black to make money quickly.

Then Xia Tuo collected all the ores and medicinal herbs scattered on the ground, and headed into the distance, where the fighting and firelight had already attracted all around.

After leaving, Xia Tuo weighed the beast skin bag in his hand, there were a total of one hundred and seven beast cores in it, of which there were as many as eight beast cores in the semi-pure blood realm.

This is much greater than the harvest of his hard work for salt, and what he coerced and lured, forced to buy and sell in exchange for it was just a hybrid beast core.

With the beast core included in the Demon Decree space, he felt that he didn't want to sell salt, so he might as well do it without capital.

Thinking of this, he regretted that he had killed the spear, and when he looked back at the rear, he saw that the fire was still burning in the distance, and someone was already alarmed.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that he had the demon order storage space to easily collect the ore, but the spear did not, after snatching the things, he must use the fierce beast to transport.

Then, after tidying up the beast robe, Xia Tuo turned around and returned, he remembered that the last time he met the spear, this old man had brought a group of wild cattle to carry the goods.

In other words, there must be someone with a spear nearby.

Thinking of this, the pace under his feet couldn't help but speed up a lot, and when Xia Tuo came to the ruins by the river, there were already many people coming here, but the scene in front of him made the people who came far away one by one, guarding each other.

Xia Tuo also pretended to look around, and when he came to the place where he killed the spear, he found that the old man's body was gone.

Some people recognized that this was the barter team of the Heze tribe, and now they were intercepted and killed by road bandits, and they did not want to get into trouble, so they began to disperse one by one.

......

"Elder, elder. ”

In the night, a team composed entirely of wild cattle was running in a hurry, and on the broad back of a wild cow in the middle of the team, an old man was lying down, his breath was weak, and the corners of his mouth were bloody.

The pillar rode on the back of another wild ox and shouted cautiously.

"Hiss~~~"

The wild cow naturally looked a little bumpy when he ran, the old hair on his back groaned in pain, and the sharp pain from his body made his facial expressions twist together, looking a little hideous.

"Elder, you're awake. ”

Qian Mao slowly opened his eyes, feeling the sharp pain all over his body.

"Let's go...... Get out of here!"

"But your injuries. The pillar hesitated.

"Leave me alone. ”

He endured the sharp pain of the bump and gritted his teeth.

This time it's planted again.

Fortunately, after many years of wandering outside, he has long been prepared, and this trick of faking death and escaping is his life-saving technique for many years, allowing him to escape the life and death crisis several times over the past decades.

Of course, dying well depends on his perfect acting skills.

However, the old man of the spear also has self-satisfaction, no matter how powerful your Tianmai warrior is, you have to eat the ashes of the old man.