Divine power will become stronger and stronger as the god grows. Strictly speaking, it is not a means of attack, but a kind of aura, but it is very useful and always works.
Xiao Bai's hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword behind his back, intending to use a wave of pressure to scare the three ungrateful guys in front of him.
Hongmane Yanglie's mind was focused on the three people and he didn't pay attention to what Xiaobai was going to do.
The power of the true god came out of his body and swept towards the three primitive people. The grass around Xiaobai was blown forward and bent, as if a strong wind was sweeping past.
"Boom boom boom"
"oops!"
"ah!"
"hiss……"
Just when the divine power was about to land on the three primitive people, a crutch suddenly fell on the heads of the three people, knocking them on the head.
Xiao Bai was stunned for a moment, stopped the divine power that was about to fall, and then took a deep breath, the divine power returned to his body like a tide, and the hand holding the sword hilt slowly loosened, returning to its lazy appearance.
The crutches were retracted, and the three primitive men turned their heads angrily. When they saw the people behind them, they all became intimidated and lowered their heads, as obediently as quails.
Behind them stood a short old man. From Xiaobai's visual inspection, he estimated that the height of this little old man was not more than 1.2 meters. He had a gray goatee on his chin and the hair on his head was combed and tied into a bun.
I got a little braid. Because my hair is thinning as I get older, the braid is very short and looks funny.
Although he is old and not tall, the old man is holding a crutch that is more than two meters long in his hand, which is very uncoordinated.
The layers of wrinkles on the little old man's face made him look older, but his eyes were bright and sharp, like those of an eagle.
He glanced at the three people and walked forward. The three tribesmen, who lowered their heads like quails, quickly moved out of the way to let the little old man pass.
The little old man came to the front, took out his crutch and turned over the messy supplies, and then looked at the red-maned Yanglie.
"Do you want a new totem pole?" The little old man's voice was very loud. From the sound alone, you would feel that this was a man in his prime. You would never have guessed that the owner of the voice would be such an old man.
, the language used is also tribal language.
"Yes, elder." Red-maned Yang Lie bowed respectfully and said.
The little old man nodded clearly, turned over the pile of supplies with his crutch, looked up at the group of knights who were almost naked, and shook his crutch.
"Boom boom boom"
"oops……"
"pain!"
"hiss……"
The cane fell on the heads of the three quails without any warning, causing the three quails to cover their heads and jump up and down.
"I told you again and again that you should respect the tradition, respect the tradition, and respect the tradition. Why don't you want to listen?" The little old man became furious and jumped up in anger. As he jumped, he kept hitting the heads of the three people with the crutch in his hand.
: "What do we rely on to survive? Have you forgotten that for a few supplies, you can ignore the life and death of a tribe? Is this what I taught you, or what your parents taught you, ah, talk, say
ah!"
Xiaobai blinked his eyes and watched the little old man's body rise and fall. Although the little old man was jumping very hard, the height... was ten centimeters above the ground?
Are you sure you're not here to make fun of me?
The corners of Xiaobai's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. It was very hard to hold it in.
At such an old age, I still have such a bad temper, which is very harmful to my health.
After knocking the crutches on three people, the little old man turned around again and faced the still bent red-maned Yanglie, and said calmly: "We have taken over the production of your totem pole, let these three stupid guys do it for you.
, if there is anything you do that you don’t like, just tell me and I will take care of them!”
After saying this, the little old man glared at the three people fiercely, and the three quails lowered their heads even harder, with bitter expressions on their faces.
The three people wanted to slap themselves at this time. Isn't it okay to be full? They originally wanted to pretend to be b, but in the end they were slapped. They also had to make totem poles for others. They couldn't do it well.
If it's still not good enough, you'll probably be beaten again if you don't do it well.
They dared to despise the knights including the red-maned Yanglie, but they did not dare to show any disrespect to the little old man. This was the elder of their tribe, the wisest person. Needless to say, even their elders saw
You have to be respectful even if you are hit on the head with a cane, let alone them.
If they dare to be disrespectful to this little old man, the tribesmen will probably drive them out of the tribe and let them fend for themselves.
"Do a good job, I'll keep an eye on you!" The little old man stretched out two fingers to mark his eyes, nodded to three more people, left a threat, turned around and slowly returned to the tribe.
Seeing the elder leaving, the three of them raised their heads, glanced at the knights, and came to the front of the red-maned Yanglie. They asked with neither face nor nose, "Tell me, what kind of totem pole do you want?"
Want to drink? Who are you with?
Xiao Bai almost laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to stop the red-maned Yang Lie who was about to speak, came to the front of the three people, stared at them twice, and said with a pinch on his neck: "Long..."
Oh, let me go!
The three unlucky guys reacted instantly, rushed forward, pulled their arms and covered their mouths, looking at Xiaobai in panic, with pleading expressions on their faces.
Fortunately, the little old man had already walked away, and it seemed that he didn't hear Xiao Bai's voice. The three of them carefully turned their heads and looked at each other for a long time to make sure that the crutch would not hit him again, and then let go of Xiao Bai, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
"If you have something to say, don't yell. It's easy to discuss. Let's discuss everything." The leader kept smiling, not daring to pretend to be arrogant anymore. I can't afford to offend you. Can you stand it if someone yells at someone when he or she is unhappy?
Serve, keep playing, why don’t you stop?
Xiaobai looked at the three people with his eyes hanging, his eyes seemed to be able to speak. The three people understood Xiaobai's meaning instantly and couldn't help laughing.
"What about that? Tell me what kind of totem you need. We can make preparations to ensure your satisfaction." The leader of the tribe softened his tone and asked with a smile on his face.
The totem pole was the most important thing, and Xiaobai just gave up when he saw the opportunity. He glanced at the red-maned Yanglie and asked him to go forward to communicate, while he ran to the back and was lazy.
Hongzong Yanglie hurriedly stepped forward and whispered his request to the three people. The three people listened and nodded repeatedly, and even put forward their own opinions from time to time for Hongzong Yanglie's reference, which surprised Hongzong Yanglie.
Xiaobai felt that it didn't matter. His luck was pretty good this time, otherwise he probably wouldn't have made the totem pole.
I didn't expect to encounter such a scornful person everywhere. In the novels of the previous life, there were always such descriptions. Xiaobai always watched it for fun. I didn't expect that such a thing actually exists in reality. It is also magical.