The Strongest Tribe

Since the birth of witchcraft, it has not been a mysterious technique that everyone can practice. It can be said that the talent for practicing witchcraft is one in a hundred.

And among those who are selected out of a hundred to have the talent for cultivating witchcraft, every time they are promoted, they will get 99% of the total. Those who can really practice to the level of the sorcerer can be said to be one in thousands, let alone the level of the sorcerer and the sorcerer. .

In contrast, martial arts also requires talent, but everyone can do it. The huge number of human races has established the number of martial arts practitioners.

In addition, wizards are responsible for sacrifices, smelting, formations, etc. in the barren land, which has long established the status of wizards in the wilderness.

From Xia Tuo's point of view, wizards are similar to those scientists in his previous life, except that the barren land is a world of high martial arts, and the creation of the world that wizards comprehend is ups and downs.

Precisely because wizards are the inheritors and creators of the civilization of the barren land human race, it is even more important to take care of the people's livelihood. They should not only understand the truth of the world, but also be able to bend down to see the sufferings of ordinary human races.

For a while, the family hall seemed a little quiet. Xia Tuo's words not only shocked the witch cultivators under the clan's command, but also everyone else.

In the final analysis, it is still a habit formed by the long-term inheritance of the human race from generation to generation.

The shaman is the art of sacrifice, the art of smelting, and the art of spying on the creation of the world, how can it be connected with the mud legs.

Make a plow?

This will not work.

The coffin board of the senior wizard will not be able to hold it down.

The obstacle was something Xia Tuo hadn't expected before, but it wasn't a big problem. After all, Daxia was not a traditional tribe in the barren land.

The Great Xia Clan pays attention to the centralized family, and the will of the patriarch is the will of the entire clan.

Everyone may not understand it, or even reject it in their hearts, but the patriarch's edict must be implemented, there is no doubt about it.

After pondering for a while, Xia Tuo looked at Hunkong and said: When we were still in the northwest, the Wuyuan built a flying boat to make the connection between cities more convenient. This flying boat is for the benefit of ordinary people. Witchcraft.

Patriarch. Hunkong said hesitantly, A flying boat is a flying boat. How can a flying boat and a sledge be compared with each other? There is no comparison.

Hunkong's words actually represent the arrogance in the heart of the witch cultivator, who feels that he is superior to the warrior from the beginning to the end,

Refining farm tools for ordinary people is a self-deprecation.

Witch cultivators cannot be depraved by themselves, this is a matter of honor.

Refining flying boats is for the convenience of ordinary people, and it is different from refining plows for ordinary people to farm.

Hunkong stared blankly, bit his teeth and said, That's different.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo couldn't help chuckling. This is a question of elegance and vulgarity. A flying boat in the sky is elegant, but a plow plowing the ground is vulgar for a witch cultivator.

After that, he looked at Minghuo, who hadn't said anything, and said, Minghuo enshrines, what do you think of the matter of refining agricultural tools and witchcraft that you were in charge of the Artifact Refining Pavilion before?

Minghuo glanced at Hunkong, and said in a deep voice: Patriarch, since the subordinates have stepped into the art of refining, all they have refined are weapons. I really don't know how to refine agricultural tools.

Ming Huo's words could be said to be extremely euphemistic, and he didn't dare touch Xia Tuo's eyebrows, but he also said euphemistically, the patriarch, I can only refine weapons.

Farm tools, I can't.

As for whether it will work or not, the patriarch has the final say

In fact, refining agricultural tools really doesn't have much witchcraft content. Based on the current accumulation of the Great Xia family, it is easy to refine some small witchcraft.

The words of Hunkong and Minghuo are enough to represent the general attitude of shamans in the Great Wilderness today, that is, they are superior to others, and they appreciate the will of heaven.

In layman's terms, it is old and stubborn.

It is difficult to change old and stubborn thoughts. Today, there are only a few people in the main hall, but when they leave the main hall and face the whole Great Xia, there will be many witch practitioners.

This is a habit developed over a long period of time, and it cannot be changed in a short period of time.

So Xia Tuo didn't bother to talk anymore, the more he talked, the more twisted he would be.

Of course, not arguing does not mean that the matter will not be done, and then Xia Tuo changed his voice and said: Nowadays, the communication witch formation has been imitated in the clan, is it possible to make the communication witch formation smaller.

For example, if a communication hall is placed in a city, the relevant communication tokens can be divided into thousands. All ethnic groups living in this city can communicate in real time within the city with this token in hand. .

Xia Tuo's words made Hun Kong look contemplative, and after thinking for a while, he said, Master Hui, with the current reserves of the witch house, you can try to develop it.

how long.

Hearing the sound, Hunkong glanced at Xia Tuo. He didn't expect Xia Tuo to be so anxious. He thought for a while, and now the clan already had the strength to imitate the messenger formation. It's totally doable.

Two years.

Okay. Xia Tuo nodded. He could see that this group of witch cultivators was definitely a bunch of donkeys.

The enlargement of the summoning witch array and the addition of summoning tokens are also for the convenience of ordinary people. In his opinion, it is no different from popularizing farm tools.

Sure enough, the brain circuit of a witch cultivator is very strange.

Since the veterans of the witch house were unwilling to be humble, he didn't bother to correct them.

Who is he, the Patriarch of Daxia, no, the master of Daxia Academy, Daxia has cultivated too many dolls over the years.

Witchcraft farm tools and witchcraft beast carts, how much witchcraft content can these things have, let young people do it directly.

The young people are so good, they have not experienced the beatings in the wild environment, nor have they been poisoned by the witchcraft inheritance in the wasteland, which saves a lot of trouble.

After asking the witch house to improve the summoning witch formation, Xia Tuo ended the family discussion. Before that, his eyes were all on improving his strength and dealing with various forces.

After thinking about it this time, Xia Tuo felt more and more that according to the inheritance of witchcraft in the Great Wilderness, it shouldn't be so barren.

The reason why the human race can become the master of the wasteland is because the human race is intelligent and can use various tools.

However, the result of the development is astonishing. The primitive barrenness has spar and animal cores in the wilderness, which are all energy sources.

With energy, you can make various tools and improve production efficiency, but you haven't seen any of these in Dahuang.

Even, for the practice of the clansmen, such as cracking rocks and opening mountains at low levels, these can be systematically divided, the power can be quantified, and the cultivation system can be further reformed.

Since Yankang, the cultivation system has not changed for a long time since the human race visualized the totem.

Not changing does not mean that it is bad, but the human race is developing, and it is not necessarily suitable for me to embrace the grace of the ancestors.

For so many years, the inheritance of witchcraft from all parties should have been introduced, but there has been no movement.

After returning to the Xia Garden, Xia Tuo reflected for a long time. If he wanted to reform, relying on people like the Great Xia Clan would cause many disturbances and constraints. The baptism of the years.

To reform, we have to rely on the young blood of Daxia Academy.

Having figured this out, Xia Tuo quietly exchanged Qiao'er, and secretly instructed Qiao'er, and the two discussed until evening.

In the evening, Qiao'er stayed in Xiayuan for dinner, which made Qianyuan and Yuling very happy.

He quietly ordered Qiao'er to select a group of people from the academy and clan.

Involving witchcraft and martial arts, it can be an apprentice or a wizard in a witch house, or an ordinary peasant farmer in a wasteland, or even an ordinary person under the rule of a clan.

Xia Tuo made his thoughts very clear. This group of people is going to become the mainstay of reforming the Daxia family and bringing forth the new.

Their strength may not be high, but they must not have inherent thinking.

This reform involves agriculture, breeding, tools for people's livelihood, martial arts, witchcraft, medicine and so on.

As long as these people can make achievements, they can reform the witch house.

Over the past hundreds of years, the Great Xia Li Clan has continuously recruited wizards from all walks of life, and finally put together a witch house, but it is also because of the patchwork that various constraints have been formed inside the witch house.

Right now, it is also at the point of changing. This change is purely for the Wuyuan to better adapt to the development of Great Xia, and to strip away the decadent atmosphere.

Okay, seeing you frown all day long, do people in the clan dare to provoke you, the clan leader?

In the dormitory, Jian Ling looked at Xia Tuo who was sitting behind the wooden case in deep thought, and said, Could it be that Yuanzheng really disobeyed you today? Work hard and bear no complaints, for the clan...

Okay. Hearing Jianling's words, Xia Tuo chuckled and said, I'm the kind of tyrannical lord who would forcefully suppress even the strange voices in the clan court?

The development of our Great Xia to where it is today can be said to rely on the patchwork of things.

Puchi~ Jian Ling was amused by the word Xia Tuo used, and the dignified Da Xia was so unbearable.

The reason why we can develop to where we are today is because there is no distinction of bloodlines and family status, and we can accommodate warriors from all directions;

Looking at the entire frontier now, I wonder if there is any Marquis that can occupy a vast territory like our Great Xia.

This is our advantage, and we must go further if we want to maintain it.

After pondering for a while, Xia Tuo got up and walked towards the depths of the bedroom. The matter did not happen overnight.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. For more than half a year, Xia Tuo didn't deal with other things. Except for daily practice, he just paid attention to the Yin God Realm.

The Yang Clan's sacrifices for more than half a year have had significant effects. The undead of the Tianhuo Palace in the Yin God Realm have somewhat recovered their sanity.

In addition, he enlightened several land gods, and two city gods. The land sits in a town and a settlement, and the town god sits in a city, with different strengths.

As for inheriting Wang Bing, Xia Yu was still not in a hurry, he was willing to give up to have something to gain, the undead of Tianhuo Palace were in his hands, and he was afraid that Wang Bing would run away.

He is waiting for the undead in Tianhuo Palace to be marked with Daxia's mark completely. When the time comes, the ghost will be his, and Wang Bing will give it to him willingly.

It has to be said that not everyone can call old silver coins.

On this day, Luo came from outside and entered the Xia Garden, interrupting Xia Tuo who was teaching the child how to practice.

Originally, when the snails hadn't arrived, it could be said that there were birds and beasts jumping in the Xia Garden, but the outsiders didn't see the majestic Daxia Patriarch, who was jumping anxiously.

He thought that although Xia was not a genius, he had at least cultivated to the ground-opening state, and his son was so stupid that he couldn't even punch well.

Xia Tuo was frustrated.

It took so much effort to make such a little bunny.

Daddy, my younger brother is a little bastard, what are you?

There is another naughty one here.

Sanliang, come and watch them punch. In the end, Xia Tuo asked Sanliang to watch the two little bastards practice.

Daddy, I forgot that I'm going to study medicine today. Hearing the sound, Xia Yuling jumped up and ran towards the outside of Xia Yuan.

Sister, wait for me.

Xia Qianyuan ran to the gate, saw Sanliang holding a small pointer in his hand, and his face suddenly became bitter.

Patriarch.

After watching Xia Tuo enter the stone pavilion, Luo said, Recently, warriors from the Que Ling clan have come to our Phoenix City very frequently. I have already heard the news that many disciples from the Que Ling clan have joined the Huben Guard.

Que Ling is still jumping around. Xia Tuo was taken aback when he heard the sound, he didn't bother Que Ling, he didn't expect Que Ling to be flexible and happy.

What happened to the others?

After the Eastern Monster Clan stood firmly on the front line of the Eastern Region, they did not do anything except to attract some mob little monsters from the Youying Region.

The Yuwu tribe in the south built several Tianguan gates along the border, and dispatched supernatural powers to guard them.

A new Huben envoy has arrived from the Border Desolate Tiger Benwei, who is still Hanyue before, but he has been promoted to the ground-opening state.

Xia Tuo showed a hint of thought, he has suffered a lot over the years, and now it is time to reduce interest.

Come here, find a place and pick a little doll... Xia Tuo said to Luo.

Soon, Xia Tuo waved his hand, and a dark yellow halberd appeared in his hand.

The eucalyptus has lost most of its spirituality, and the surface is covered with half-step cracks. If you sense it carefully, these cracks have penetrated into the depths of the euphorbia.

This big halberd is the ancestor of the magpie spirit. The dignified ancestor of the magpie spirit lived for two lifetimes and was a strong man who created a great consummation of the earth, but in the end he was suffocated in Luwu's prison.

With this great halberd, Luo left Xia Yuan. Xia Tuo in Shiting watched Luo leave with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Wouldn't it be cheaper for Que Ling just to come to the door for revenge.

...

Three months later, in a small tribe of 2,000 people in the northwest of Zhu Rongyu, a 16-year-old boy was accidentally chased by a fierce beast when he was out hunting, and fell off a cliff.

When the boy was rescued by the clan, he had fallen into a coma and hadn't woken up for three days.

Ancient willow settlements, in broken thatched huts.

The deer head, which had been sleeping for three days and three nights, was lying on his bald animal skin. His stone house was already leaking, and the inside of the house could be said to be destitute.

Retribution, this little brat has lost his parents since he was a child, and he is everywhere in the Huo clan, so it's all right now.

It deserves it, this brat dared to steal the tribute from the sacrificial hall, the great totem punished him.

I think it's better to die, or he hasn't done a good thing except bullying the people in the clan and stealing their things.

...

Everyone who passed by the stone house would mutter something in a low voice.

I don't think he should be rescued. It's been three days, and he's still panting. It's hard life. No wonder Ke killed his parents.

Inside the stone house, the deer head's chest was stained with blood, his unconscious body twitched slightly, and his brows were furrowed.

Hmm~

Ancestor of the Magpie Spirit~

Who am I~

I am a deer head.

No, I'm not a deer head, I'm the ancestor of the Que Ling clan.

This is my eucalyptus, why can't I remember it.

The deer head lying on the animal skin frowned, its body was twitching constantly, and its head was shaking.

I am a deer head.

No no, I am the ancestor of the magpie spirit.

I am Patriarch Que Ling, I am Patriarch Que Ling.

Booming his head as if it exploded, the deer head suddenly opened his eyes and let out a roar.

I am the ancestor of the magpie spirit.

For a moment, the ancient willow village was startled by this voice, why is this kid so crazy!

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