A thousand words in a word!

The people of the tribe looked at the ink and did not answer, and the clothes were strange, and they had already secretly picked up spears and other weapons.

Should I run away or run away?

Ink didn't think about it for long at all, and then a large number of people appeared behind him, the red lady and other monks were okay, those demon beasts directly made the people of the tribe nervous as soon as they appeared, wearing animal skins and revealing most of their bodies, holding a spear in their hands and screaming, Shui Mo looked at the situation, and hurriedly gave Mo Qian and the three of them a look, and turned around to make a move to compete with the demon beasts, but his steps retreated step by step.

Mo Qian, Yang Rong and the other four were stunned, unable to understand why Shui Mo made this decision, but they did not say anything and did so.

This group of people thought that they would be a little stronger, so the red lady and the others did not stop them, and said to Shui Mo and the others: "Little brother, think clearly, if you stand in the wrong team, you will take your life!"

The demon beasts all showed a humanized smile, as if they were laughing at the ink and wash brains, this group of primitive people obviously did not cultivate, and they could not feel the fluctuations of aura.

Even Mo Qian and the others were a little hesitant, if it weren't for the identity of Ink and Wash, several people would not have done this at all.

Ink and wash didn't care about anything else, making the appearance of hating the same enemy as the primitive people, and gradually distanced himself from the demon beasts, approached a bunch of tribal children, and protected them behind him.

At the same time that the ink retreated, the people of the tribe were very wary of the sudden appearance of the demon beast group, and the encirclement was reduced little by little, led by the burliest young man, and surrounded the demon beasts together, and at the same time scolded the red lady and them, the words were incomprehensible, but the anger was easy to hear.

A group of demon beasts and a few human monks didn't care at all in the face of the surrounding, and they sneered vigorously, especially when they looked at the ink and wash with their eyes, they were very gloating.

Perhaps one of someone's actions became the fuse, and the tribesmen shouted in unison and pounced on them.

Some of the more cautious monks and demon beasts also added some defensive measures to themselves, and there were some arrogant amplified defenses waiting for the other party to send them to the door. In their eyes, how strong can a person who has no aura fluctuations at all be.

Soon, though, the answer came out.

Very strong!

Very strong!

In one round, before the demon beast and the monk could react, they were punched and their bodies flew out.

The ones who were defensive, the ones were a little better, their chests were dull, and the others were careless and broke a few bones.

The ink is also sweating on the palm of the hand, although he has come to a conclusion based on the ancient things in his previous life, but he really has no bottom in his heart, if he is wrong, the people of the tribe here will die, and they will also be cleaned up.

All of these tribal warriors have the strength to be close to the Jindan monks, but they take the path of cultivating the physical body, and there is no aura fluctuation in the whole body, only ** martial arts.

Mo Qian and the others were very surprised to see it on the side, an ordinary tribal warrior could compete with those demon beasts, the burly young man and the old man before were directly pressed against that group of demon beasts, and the tribal warriors rarely fought alone, in groups of two or three, and those invincible demon beasts that were directly bullied had no temper at all.

Yang Rong's eyes lit up when he looked at it from the side, this is the way he wants to go!

Seeing that the demon beast had the intention of retreating and wanted to go out, the ink eyes rolled down, and he raised his voice and shouted: "This is the ancient land, there are opportunities everywhere, since there is a human race, then the demon clan must also exist, go out to find your own people, maybe you can get the lost inheritance!"

Several demon beasts who were going to fight hard and leave directly paused, roared angrily, and ran directly outside the tribe, leaving a hateful look for ink.

Red Lady because they are also the relationship of the human race, they are relatively little targeted, only a few people surround them, if they don't resist, they won't do anything, and now the demon beasts are scattered, and the catch is about to end, and they should also act.

However, their eyes are very strange, and it is rare to be able to fool demon beasts like this, after all, this is the world in the painting, and they may not be able to really get these things.

Shui Mo didn't care about their gaze at all, and saw that they also had a retreat: "Ancient Qi Practitioners also have it here!"

Damn! The people who originally planned to escape hesitated, this Nima is purely a pit person! But after thinking about it, several people still joined forces to break through in one direction.

Because they are of the same clan, the people in the tribe are merciful, and they do not chase after their departure.

Now, everyone's eyes are focused on ink and others.

What now?

In the face of a group of people babbling nonsense, there is really no way to do ink painting, is it possible to communicate hand to hand? What if the other party thinks this is a provocation?

Seeing that there was nothing to be done about the few people around, Shui Mo chose the safest method, holding his head in his hands, and then squatting.

This is the practice of surrender, right?

Yang Rong wanted to try to communicate, so he stepped forward and approached the crowd, using all kinds of gestures in exchange for a group of people's fists and feet. So, they also learned ink and squatted with their heads in their hands.

Several monsters were beaten half-dead and put in cages, and the cages were pulled into the air and hung in the air.

Ink and their treatment was a little better, but they were put in a cage and not suspended.

Now, as soon as they look up, they can look at the brothers in the air opposite, and they can still chat with each other.

However, a few demon beasts were lying in it humming and healing, and they didn't want to pay attention to the ink at all.

The other four people walked around inside, looking for a way out, but the ink was relaxed, and if someone found the way, they didn't have to bother!

Lying lazily on the edge of the cage, leisurely watching the people of this tribe go about their lives, a comfortable life. Young people hunt against wood and build houses and walls, women weave things and pick fruits, and old people sit leisurely and watch children chase each other.

The only bad thing is that every time the group of children get close to the cage to watch them, they will be scolded by the adults, and then dispersed, so that the ink can't communicate with them.

In the end, the people in the cage searched for nothing, so they all learned the appearance of ink and lay down to rest. I don't know what the cage material is made of, Shui Mo obviously saw that the brother above secretly spent a long time, and finally gave up.

Eh, people have no long-term concerns, but they must have near-term worries. Time passes little by little, and as the physical strength is consumed, the body becomes less and less energetic.

At sunset, as a tribesman shouted from the top of the watchtower, the entire village stopped what they were doing and came to the entrance of the village.

What is the matter? Mo Qian and the others tried their best to stand up and want to take a look, but their vision was blocked and they couldn't look over.

Shui Mo leaned lazily to the side and said to the curious person, "What else? It must be the hunter who has come back with food." "Primitive people are very particular about the sunrise and sunset, and the division of labor and cooperation of the whole community is inevitable.

Shui Mo's words were not wrong, but there was a little bit that he expected. A group of people came in carrying the prey they had hit, and people on both sides welcomed them.

But who can explain why this prey resembles a tyrannosaurus rex, and what is this lion that doesn't look like a lion? How can it be so big? Couldn't the two of them have a hard time carrying it?

Ink watched the prey walk in front of his eyes, he was very surprised, looking at this species, it has long been extinct, right?

One of them took advantage of his free time to talk to the leader who went out to hunt, and pointed to Ink and Wash on their side, and Ink felt that the other party's eyes were very unkind. I don't understand, but I understand the meaning.

For a while, Mo Qian's three people plus Yang Rong all turned green, what kind of place is this!

The people immediately dispersed again, but Shui Mo was not happy, his crisis had not been resolved, here, even a child younger than himself could have a bigger fist than himself, and he couldn't understand the language if he wanted to reason with the other side, there was really no way.

The tiger demon above was lying on his stomach to heal, it had been in a coma until now after being arrested, and the people below just pointed at the ink and pointed at it in his eyes, and at this time the ink looked at him, and couldn't help but show a humane smile.

"What are you laughing at, in their eyes you are a pure prey, do you want to steam or fry? But you don't have to choose either, the ancients would only roast on fire! Think about yourself roasting on the fire, maybe you will be much happier. After Shui Mo finished speaking, he saw that not only the tiger demon's face had changed, but the other demon beasts were also depressed, and their mood not only improved.

I just got proud and saw that I was still trapped in the cage, and I couldn't help but sigh, I felt sorry for the same disease!

A large fire was set up, and large pieces of meat were set up and grilled next to the fire.

The whole tribe was dancing around like a bunch of madmen.

Ink sometimes wonders if he has returned to his previous life, and accidentally walks into the primitive people of the Amazon, surrounded by a group of cannibals, and he happens to be the one waiting to be eaten.

"Do you think they will eat people, the legend of the reckless people is very barbaric, right?"

"Cannibalism?" everyone shook their heads.

Mo Qian's eyes flashed: "You seem to know very well from the beginning, do you know about these?"

Isn't this common sense? Ink was just about to say it, when he saw the four people staring at him very seriously, he instinctively felt that there was something wrong here.

"I'm young, how can I know this, you should know best, right?" Shui Mo said more and more quietly.

Mo Qian and the others sighed: "Everything in ancient times is a mystery, no one knows!"

Ink was secretly surprised, what was going on?

Out of prudence, Ink didn't say much, some things can be shared, and some things can only be hidden as secrets!

For a moment, there was silence here, only a group of people at the party in the distance were singing and dancing.

But in the silence, the gurgling sound sounded, I hadn't eaten for a busy day, and now I smelled the aroma of barbecue, and my stomach began to lose my temper!