Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Nine Set off a Golden Storm among the Primitives
"Get out of the way, get out of my way, or I'll kill her!"
When Wu Ming rushed outside, he happened to see a Nascent Soul monk holding a hostage in his hand, confronting the tribal soldiers.
This hostage is not the witch, but the girl who is responsible for delivering the message in front of the witch's door.
Wu just stood outside the cave and looked at all this coldly. He didn't speak from the beginning to the end, his eyes were cold.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't force me to kill her!"
The tribe warriors who gathered around did not dare to move rashly. They looked at the expressionless witch and automatically separated into a passage.
The Nascent Soul cultivator took the hostage and carefully retreated, not noticing the impatient look on Wu's face.
"Zheng!"
Before the Nascent Soul cultivator could retreat, Wu raised his hand and jerked forward.
A bone needle used to pierce herbs flew out through the space and stabbed directly into the head of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Seeing danger approaching, the man lowered his head subconsciously, and as a result, the bone needle also turned downwards and was nailed to the top of the man's head.
The head of the head was nailed by bone needles, and the body of this Nascent Soul cultivator trembled slightly.
Under the gaze of countless people, he was like a balloon with the air sucked out of him. The top of his head made a "sizzling" sound, and all his flesh and blood were sucked clean by the bone needles.
Without flesh and blood to support it, only a piece of human skin was left, falling lightly to the ground.
After absorbing the flesh and blood, it turned into a crimson bone needle, let out a burst of joyful chirping, and instantly flew back into Wu's hand.
"Arrange accommodation for these outsiders, no one should disturb me!" Wu gently waved his hand, dismissed the crowd, and headed towards the cave without looking back.
Wu Ming suddenly seemed to realize something. He vaguely saw Wu glance at him before leaving, with some deep meaning in his eyes.
"Kill the Nascent Soul cultivator instantly, is this a warning to me!" Looking at the human skin on the ground, and then at the cave where the witch entered, Wu Ming frowned slightly.
When the others saw Wu leaving, they dispersed one after another, as if what happened just now was just an interlude.
Only the warriors responsible for protecting the tribe looked at everyone with evil eyes, and a few of them even looked at them with cold murderous intent.
"Zhuo, take them to the cave and keep them under strict guard!" Zhuoma stepped forward, held the girl in his arms, and ordered to the tribal warriors.
Upon hearing such an order, the warriors in the tribe, led by Zhuo, raised their weapons one after another.
Like herds of sheep, they drove a dozen monks into Wu Ming's cave.
From beginning to end, Wu Ming stood outside the cave and watched all this with cold eyes.
However, just because he didn't push himself, it didn't mean that others were willing to let him go. Someone just heard someone say: "Dolma, what should we do with these three people? They are outsiders too!"
Swish
Countless eyes came together, staring at Wu Ming and the other three.
Zhuoma shook his head slightly, and did not let anyone change places for Wu Ming. Instead, he said: "The witch ordered us to treat the three of them well. As long as the three of them do not leave the tribe, you don't have to worry about them."
Hearing such words, the ordinary warriors bowed their heads one after another. Only the commander named Zhuo had a different opinion: "Zhuoma, the consciousness of the soldiers tells me that this person is the most dangerous! For the sake of the safety of the tribe, I request that the soldiers be allowed to
Stay at the entrance of their cave and never give these people the right to leave the cave!"
"Zhuo, are you doubting the witch's order, or am I not clear enough?" Zhuoma looks young, but facing a leader like Zhuo, she feels vaguely superior.
Zhuo opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he lowered his head without saying a word and said in a deep voice: "I understand!"
After saying this, Zhuo turned his head fiercely and looked at Wu Ming.
When their eyes met, Wu Ming smiled slightly and entered the cave with his hands behind his back, not caring about the other person's eyes at all.
Entering the cave, a dozen monks who were brought here all looked up.
Wu Ming glanced around, sat next to the disciples of Wentian Pavilion, and whispered: "How did you get arrested? What happened before?"
"Among the countless passages, some are dead ends and some are full of traps. We killed and injured many people before we rushed out of the passage. Many people were separated. A dozen of us finally got together, but ended up in the woods.
I met these people and was brought here after they were defeated!" This disciple of Wentian Pavilion is named Zhao Hu. He is at the fifth level of Nascent Soul. The person who injured him was Zhuo.
Zhao Hu knew very little, not much of value, and all he talked about was the experience of that battle.
According to Zhao Hu, each of these primitive warriors can be called bronze skin and iron bones.
The effect of flying swords hitting these people is greatly reduced, just like fighting with physical practitioners, it is best to keep a distance.
Wu Ming listened for a while, then emptied Zhao Hu's family fortune, and then said: "This tribe is called Huiyan, it is just one of the primitive tribes, and the strongest one is the witch. I doubt the strength of this witch, at least
It is equivalent to a monk in the out-of-body stage, and it is not an ordinary out-of-body stage. As for this secret realm, it should belong to the Three-Eyed Clan, but what kind of secret realm it is is not yet known!"
There are many types of secret realms, with varying degrees of danger.
Under normal circumstances, inheritance secret realms and resource-based secret realms have the smallest dangers.
Cave-type secret realms and mausoleum-type secret realms are the most dangerous, especially the latter, which has the title of ultimate killer.
"Don't be impatient these days. I want to stay in this tribe and ask for some news from the witch. After I get the news, if the support from the sect has not arrived, I will take you to leave first. You can do this
Don't worry." Wu Ming said a few words of relief, and then said no more.
After hearing this statement, the others did not express anything, only Zhao Hu showed a somewhat solemn expression.
Wu Ming stayed in the Wentian Pavilion in the lower realm for a total of three months, and his identity remained a mystery.
Zhao Hu only knew that Wu Ming had a very high status in Wentian Pavilion, so high that even the Yuanying monks didn't know the details, as if he had jumped out of a stone.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and everything was calm during this period.
Wu Ming has not appeared in the past few days. Wu Ming went to look for him several times, but Zhuoma stopped him outside the cave.
In desperation, he also inquired about the Three-Eyed Clan's stone statues with other people in the tribe. Unfortunately, even Zhuoma, who had a high status, knew very little about the Three-Eyed Clan's stone statues. He only said
It was very dangerous there, and witches never let anyone go there.
"Everyone, come out quickly. Someone from the Rock Tribe is here to trade. Everyone, come out quickly!"
During this day, the entire Gray Rock tribe was in a state of excitement, and countless primitive people were running around telling each other.
Wu Ming walked out of the cave and looked outside, and found that everyone was preparing animal skins, bones, herbs and the like, and many people had a look of joy on their faces.
"Dolma, what are you trading here? Can I participate?" Wu Ming found Dolma and put forward his request.
Zhuoma touched the grass ring on her hand, pointed to the things everyone took out, and said: "Anything can be exchanged, even if it's just a stone, as long as someone is willing to exchange it with you, you can trade with him."
The transaction of primitive people is very simple, it is completely barter. Once you agree, you can't go back on it.
In this period, there are only the simplest rules for transactions, and nothing is completely equivalent. Even if you take out a piece of rotten wood and get the love of the other party, you can get what you want in exchange for the concept of value.
It's very vague, and more emotional than rational.
When Wu Ming followed the people from the Gray Rock Tribe to the foot of the mountain, there were already more than a dozen people from the Rock Tribe here, laying out the things they wanted to trade.
Fruits, medicinal materials, bone weapons, unknown feathers, a few pieces of clothing made of animal skins, and a few primitive and ugly pottery.
"This medicinal material!" Wu Ming stopped in front of a person who was trading medicinal materials.
Because in front of this person, there are many small fruits similar to cherries, which look the same as the fruits that Chen Yuxin eats to increase her cultivation.
"How do you trade this?" Wu Ming pointed to more than thirty fruits and asked this person.
"A fruit, a complete animal skin, and a warrior with three bloodstains or less can gain strength after eating it!"
Monks who eat this fruit can increase their magic power. Primitive people have no such thing as magic power. What they only increase is their strength.
Wu Ming was somewhat moved, although with his cultivation at the Golden Core stage, eating these fruits did not have the effect of increasing one level of cultivation like Chen Yuxin did.
But eating one can also increase a lot of mana. The combined effect of ten can almost increase his cultivation level by one level.
"Fifty-six fruits can almost allow me to reach the sixth level of the golden elixir. Plus I have eaten a few before, the seventh level is also possible. No wonder there are not many primitive people, but there are not many masters at all.
A gray rock tribe with several thousand people has several experts who are equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage. It seems that the problem lies here!"
Looking at the fruit in front of him, Wu Ming suppressed the surprise in his heart and said, "I don't have an animal skin. Can you take a look at this?"
Stretching out his hand, a gorgeous gold necklace appeared in front of everyone.
The primitive man selling medicinal materials looked at the necklace in confusion, not knowing what it was for.
Wu Ming smiled softly and put the necklace on the man's side. The woman who followed said: "Beautiful, good-looking!"
"Beautiful?" The primitive people were a little confused and didn't know what beautiful meant.
However, the primitive man who sold the goods didn't understand, but the woman fell in love with it more and more, and couldn't help but rub it with her hands.
"Deal." Seeing that his wife liked it, the primitive man who was selling things simply pushed out the medicinal materials.
Seeing this scene, Wu Ming had a smile on his face and knew what he should do.
Measuring beautiful things by value can be very vague, especially in an era of ignorance and ignorance when the transaction itself has no positioning.
You know, when the British first entered North America, they exchanged a glass bead for ten ivory tusks from the Indians. In terms of value, this was certainly not an equal exchange, but the result was that everyone was happy. Everyone thought that they
Take advantage.
"What an era of ignorance, I like it!" Wu Ming collected all the fruits together, and the golden storm officially arrived. (To be continued.)