Tang Xuanming did not go back to the tribe. He picked a stone of suitable size, dusted it off and sat cross-legged on it, silently harvesting in the open space outside the tribe.
The fences built by the young hunters were simple and rough, and could only provide some psychological comfort. They had no defense against the wild beasts in the wilderness.
It’s more of a reminder to the naughty kids in the tribe—no trouble here.
The vitality of the seeds just buried in the soil did not suddenly bloom, but it did not mean to die out either.
Tang Xuanming carefully sensed their changes. They were obviously a pile of black soil, but he seemed to be looking at some supreme treasure.
The boring time of guarding was not interesting, but Tang Xuanming did not show any impatience. His many experiences of life and death made his character very calm.
Every life and death always makes people redefine their lives.
When the Mohist breathing and breathing method was circulated thirty-six times, Tang Xuanming heard Pi Dazhuang's cheers.
"Brother Tang, I brought the green steel wood!"
The young man's face was full of excitement, and he was carrying a green steel log as thick as a water tank, with countless squeaky leaves on it, dragging a large puff of smoke behind his butt.
His whole body was shrouded in dust, and he looked gray and gray. Only his big white teeth and black and white eyes were clear.
Only at this moment did he show the liveliness and joy that belongs to his age.
Tang Xuanming sometimes felt uncomfortable with the precociousness of teenagers in the wilderness. He would rather see a group of energetic young people than a group of quasi-hunters in the wilderness who often saw life and death and were extremely mature in psychology.
Unfortunately, most of the young men he saw in the wilderness were mentally mature quasi-hunters.
"The tree you cut down is too thick."
Tang Xuanming's words couldn't help but soften a little. Seeing that Pi Dazhuang was a little nervous, he added: "But your brother, I am good at craftsmanship and can still make a beautiful bow."
Pi Da Zhuang pretended to be naive and smiled, showing his big white teeth, and said: "Don't I think the thicker the better?"
"Okay, okay, let's go play!"
Tang Xuanming waved his hand angrily, gathered his energy into a blade, and a knife made of condensed internal energy appeared out of thin air in his hand. He chopped off the excess branches one by one and trimmed them outside the tribe.
It was not that Tang Xuanming learned the energy-gathering technique from Star Soul to form a blade, it was just a blade of energy that was forcibly condensed by the majestic and unbelievable internal force.
As he stayed in this world for a longer time, the energy and blood in his body became more and more abundant and powerful, and there was a tendency that he could not control it. Therefore, he took the initiative to swallow part of the powerful energy and turned it into a strong internal force.
It can be said that his internal strength is so strong that no one before or since Qin Dynasty Mingyue. Gathering energy to form a blade is a combination of skill and strength for Xinghun and others, but for him, it requires strength.
Even if his crude method of gathering energy to form a blade may consume ten times more internal energy than a star soul with a secret technique, Tang Xuanming couldn't afford it, so he didn't care.
The other three teenagers put down the green steel wood they had chopped down and left, but Pi Dazhuang was waiting here quietly, staring at Tang Xuanming's operations without blinking.
Tang Xuanming smiled impatiently and scolded: "Look at it this way, you will never learn it in your lifetime. Go back to the tribe first. When I make a standard big bow, it will spread among the tribe, and everyone will learn it by then.
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"No, I just want to take a look around here."
Pi Dazhuang shook his head honestly, not angry at Tang Xuanming's ridicule.
"Okay then! Then stay aside and talk to me about some of the tribe's situation."
Tang Xuanming pointed to the stone next to him, and Pi Dazhuang sat on it obediently.
It had been almost a month and a half since he came to the tribe, and Tang Xuanming still didn't know much about many aspects of the tribe. He took the time to cut off the redundant branches of the green steel tree and chat.
"I don't know much. After all, I haven't gone hunting yet, so I'm not really an adult."
"It's okay, what I need to know is not the situation in the forest, I just want to know some basic information about the tribe, which you should know very well."
The tough green steel wood was quickly cut clean by Tang Xuanming. Tang Xuanming's eyes were fixed on the green steel wood in his hand, as if all his energy was focused on the wood in front of him.
This gesture is like the chatter of the hunters in the tribe when handling prey, and also like the homely gossip of women when cooking and handling ingredients. This makes Pi Dazhuang very relaxed and no longer so nervous.
"Brother Tang, what do you want to know?"
Sitting on the stone a little awkwardly, Pi Dazhuang felt uncomfortable, so he simply changed to a more comfortable position and squatted directly on it.
"Does the tribe always maintain this kind of life? Do they hunt every day and barely get food and clothing? Just like the previous winter hunting, do they often risk their lives to hunt?"
Regarding this issue, Pi Dazhuang had the right to speak. He thought for a moment and said, "That's not the case. There will be very few people hunting in such a large number. The tribe needs to be defended. It is impossible for everyone to leave."
As the son of the leader of the hunting team, Pi Da Zhuan has had a lot of exposure in this area.
"There are very few big hunting events in winter. Most of the time we go out to hunt every day to get the prey we need. At the same time, we don't go to the Great Beast God Plains."
"Why? Aren't there a lot of prey in the Beast God Great Plains? We should have better access to food."
Tang Xuanming didn't pause at all, and in the spare time of the conversation, he had already cut out the rough skeleton of a bow.
"It's not like that. There are too many ferocious beasts at the top of the Beast God Great Plains. Tribes usually don't go that deep. Unless it's a big winter hunt and they need enough prey to survive the winter, the hunters won't go in."
Tang Xuanming pressed the longbow frame in his hand to test its toughness and shook his head slightly. He was quite satisfied with the toughness. The air blade in his hand slowly changed from the original machete to a dagger-like knife.
Next comes the fine processing.
"There is only one possibility to enter the Beast God Great Plains at any time."
"What's possible?"
"For the clan members in the tribe to advance in the Ant King Method!"
"oh!"
Tang Xuanming paused for a moment, feeling something interesting, and said: "As the tribe has always said, look for the lair of powerful ferocious beasts and devour the essence in the lair?"
"Yes! It's a pity..." Pi Dazhuang showed a look of regret and sighed: "It's a pity that the tribe must have enough hunters to hunt and provide food for the tribe most of the time. Only after hunting in winter and catching enough food can the tribe
I will go to the Beast God Plain."
"The most primitive society had to be busy every day to provide food for everyone to survive. It couldn't afford to feed idle people, so it naturally didn't have much free time."
Pi Dazhuang couldn't understand Tang Xuanming's words and just sighed: "It's great to have such an opportunity. It was by chance that my father found the jade elephant's nest in winter and risked his life to swallow all the essence of the nest.
It’s only because of his current fortune, otherwise he would have died from the internal injuries suffered last time.”
"Only when you practice the Ant King Method to a higher level will you have the possibility of internal self-healing."
"And only in winter will the number of ferocious beasts in the Beast God Plains decrease, and we have a chance to enter it and come back alive."
Speaking of this, the young man felt a little happy, but also a little sad.
"No, take it!"
Tang Xuanming threw the roughly skeletonized bow to the young man, stood up from the stone, and looked at the endless wilderness with sharp eyes, like the most ferocious beast.