"Sun King, Kui Tribe!" Wu Yan revealed the syllables.
Without waiting for Cugu's answer, Zhang Heng was almost certain that this tiger was going to be given to him, and he couldn't help but feel extremely excited. In his hometown village, let alone tigers, even wolves were legendary. In addition to the Five Elements Fist left by his grandfather,
The temptation of tiger flesh and blood was too great for him.
"King, ho ho!" The men of the Kui tribe pulled the tiger over.
Zhang Heng was so excited that he couldn't care about so much. At this moment, he just felt extremely proud. He drew out his butcher knife and rushed towards it. This tiger was so huge that it was even bigger than the tiger skin he sold in real life last time.
Big, the tail is also very broken, but both the body and the tiger's head are much larger than the tigers we have seen in real life. It is estimated that if Ba encountered it alone, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
It is possible to arrest only dozens of men from the Kui tribe who are hunting together. Zhang Heng suddenly saw that almost all the men from the Kui tribe were slightly injured, and he did not know if anyone died.
"Ouch!" Although the tiger was tied up, it was still ferocious, its eyes were wild and domineering, and there was a dagger-like canine tooth hanging on its big mouth. When it opened its big mouth, it could open to an exaggerated ninety degrees.
, Zhang Heng compared it, and found that it could swallow his entire head. It was so scary and so fierce!
But at this moment, the tiger was tied up, and he had no idea of victory. With a cold look in his eyes, he was about to rush forward, but he didn't know how to use the knife. He also lamented that even if the tiger was tied up to this point, it would be a deterrent.
The strength is still undiminished, how powerful it would be if it were galloping in the mountains and forests.
"King, #·#·" Wu Yan revealed the syllables.
Soon, with Zhang Heng stunned, several men from the Kui tribe came out and suddenly wrapped a piece of animal skin around the tiger's head, trapping it tightly. A dozen more men came up and held down the tiger's struggling body, roaring:
"Sun King!"
Zhang Heng no longer hesitated, he used all his strength to stab the butcher's knife into the tiger's neck. The moment of resistance almost made him mistakenly think that he had stabbed a stone. His face was ferocious, and he roared violently, "Puch!"
!" The knife, which was nearly a foot deep, pierced deeply, and the next moment it was suddenly pulled out.
Blood, so thick blood, sprayed directly all over Zhang Heng's face and chest. It was hot and scorching. The blood seemed to stimulate the animal nature hidden in his body. Zhang Heng seemed to feel that he was the only one left in the world at this time.
There is a tiger spitting blood in front of me!
Subconsciously throwing away the butcher's knife, he rushed forward and blocked the bleeding wound with his big mouth. The hot blood instantly filled the entire mouth. It tasted so thick and strong that it tasted countless times better than the blood of other beasts.
.
"Gulu, Gulu!" Zhang Heng sucked the tiger's blood with big mouthfuls, his eyes were crazy, and every sip was getting hotter...
The tiger struggled violently, but was held down by more than a dozen majestic men. The struggle was in vain. Gradually, the tiger calmed down until it returned to calm! At this time, Zhang Heng had drank all the tiger's blood.
It's not much, and it's not proportional to its huge body.
"Roar, it feels so good, it feels so good!" Zhang Heng straightened up and felt that his internal organs were burning and his whole body was boiling. The feeling of killing a tiger was so good, as if his whole body and spirit had been sublimated.
"King, Sun King!" The men roared in unison again, waving their weapons.
The roars were so loud that Zhang Heng calmed down, and he immediately regretted it. This was fresh tiger blood. He actually forgot to bring it back to reality and drank it. It was a waste, a huge waste, it hurts, it breaks my heart!
Fortunately, the meat was still there, and he didn't have time to carefully feel the expansion of power in his body. Zhang Heng quickly greeted Wu Yan enthusiastically. This tiger was too important to him. He also had some experience in the communication rules of the primitive space, which was to eat.
A little loss will always lead to big benefits!
"Sun King, knife, salt, sweet potatoes, animal pen!" Wu Yan spoke out the syllables, his eyes seeming to be pleading.
Zhang Heng was surprised, but he also wondered how Wu Yan knew these words. Just as he was thinking, Wu Yan suddenly waved his hand, and soon a man came up with an animal skin. When he opened it, he found a stone slab with inscriptions on it.
There are some messy lines on it. Zhang Heng had seen this kind of mark in the Spring Tribe. It was carved by the shamans of the Spring Tribe.
It suddenly became clear that this was it. It seemed that the witches had spread this information. This was probably similar to the situation when people in the village chatted about household matters.
"Woo woo, king, Kui tribe, rice, rice!" Cuckoo followed the pronunciation.
Zhang Heng nodded and roughly understood. The Kui tribe wanted to exchange for more things, not just salt, but sharp knives, animal stables, and sweet potatoes, etc. Did the Chun tribe really harvest sweet potatoes? He estimated before
The success rate is half and half. Now it seems that the Spring Tribe has really been successfully planted.
"Wu Yan, wait until next autumn, I will exchange things with your Kui tribe, autumn, knife!" Zhang Heng tried his best to express his thoughts.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yan actually said, "Autumn, knife!"
Maybe he didn't understand, so Zhang Heng thought for a while, but this time it was impossible, he couldn't bring the knife in, and the things he brought this time were in a mess, and the limited quantity could only satisfy the Xia and Chun tribes at most.
Fortunately, these two things, the sweet potato and the animal pen, can be taken out now, otherwise he will only be ashamed and sorry for the value of this tiger.
Then he said: "I can give you sweet potatoes and animal pens now, and I can also give you two axes to cut down trees and build animal pens!"
It's probably because this sentence is too complicated, Wu Yan's eyes were full of confusion!
Zhang Heng thought for a while, then simply took Cugu's machete and walked directly into the forest. Wu Yan and everyone quickly followed.
He had just slaughtered the tiger and was followed by dozens of men. Zhang Heng didn't care at this time. The forest was no longer so dangerous in his eyes.
As soon as he reached the edge, he quickly climbed up a big tree and quickly cut off a big branch. He planned to explain the construction process of the animal pen on the spot. Although it was likely that the witchcraft of the Spring Tribe had spread, but now he
It is right to say it again, the Kui tribe is stronger, Wu Yan can also spread the method of building animal stables more widely, the primitive space needs to progress, and the primitive people want to live a good life, this requires the joint efforts of all primitive people.
Man is the primate of all things. Although he is a modern man, he is still a human being. His origin is actually the same as that of primitive man. It is human nature to help others of the same kind. Moreover, now that Zhang Heng has received such a great benefit from a tiger, he should repay Kui.
tribe!
When he was about to cut off the extra branches, he unexpectedly discovered that there was something special about the branch on his hand. At this time, everyone looked at him and without having time to think about it, they shouted: "Cuckoo, cut down the tree!"
Cugu had done a lot of work on this matter, and soon he called several men from the Xia tribe to cut down the wood together. The men from the Kui tribe dispersed consciously, but looked at it carefully.
Wu Yan also temporarily focused on Cugu and the others, showing expressions of horror and envy from time to time, and his eyes looking at the big ax became even more intense.
Zhang Heng didn't look at it much, and instead retreated to the periphery, and began to study the branches in his hands. After a while, he murmured: "How does this look like the crutch used by the old man in the village? It looks like, it really looks like it. Cut it."
Drop off the excess parts, it’s exactly the same as a crutch!”
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