Of course, the warrior named Lu Bingsun in front of him is indeed from the land of Zhenwu, not the rest of the desert island like the later generations of Rubinsun, maybe this is just a coincidence.

"Are there any other indigenous tribes on this island?" Duan Yu asked with a faint smile.

"Of course, but they didn't let me join, so I hunted on my own, planted some wheat, and built a wooden house, and it was very difficult for more than ten years. Lu Bingsun sighed. Duan Yu took a closer look at this person, he had been dressed in rags, his long hair was scattered, and he had a beard, and he thought he was in his fifties, but now from his firm and sharp eyes, he should be in his thirties at most.

"You are a strong martial artist, and after so many years on this island, your martial arts should have improved a lot. Xuzhu smiled.