The vast wilderness has always been sparsely populated, with only less than a hundred living creatures living there.
There are about a dozen ethnic groups scattered in the area of 100,000 miles outside Jinwuhan Mountain.
Some of these wilderness ethnic groups number as many as 30,000 to 50,000 people, while others, like the Hanshan tribe, only have a few hundred people.
But the strength of Dahuang is not based on the number of people in the group, but on the realm and combat power of the strongest.
A strong man's suppression can ensure the peace of an ethnic group.
In a land with a radius of 100,000 miles, Feng Zhen, the strongest leader of the Black Dragon Clan in Fengze Lake, is in the seventh level of Yuan Ling.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Fengzhen fought against the clan leader of the previous generation of the Jinwu Hanshan Tribe, and he was victorious.
At that time, the leader of the Golden Crow Hanshan tribe, who was at the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling, could already travel a hundred thousand miles.
The original Jinwu Hanshan tribe also prospered.
Unfortunately, the strength of the previous clan leader was much weaker. Although he had reached the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling, he had not awakened enough power of the Golden Crow bloodline, and his combat power was no longer the match of Feng Zhen of the Black Flood Dragon Clan.
Fengze Lake was sent out two thousand years ago.
Over the years, the Jinwu Hanshan Division has been unable to give anything away.
If we retreat any further, the last place for survival of the clansmen will be gone.
This is also the reason why the two elders of the Lutang Black Panther Clan came to fight to the death and refused to retreat today.
Seeing the blue Golden Crow shadow behind Han Muye shaking the world with its power, the four strong men in the clan were all filled with excitement.
Now, the young patriarch actually has the seventh level of spiritual cultivation and has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. Doesn't this mean he will suppress a hundred thousand miles radius!
The Jinwu Hanshan tribe is about to rise!
"This is, this is the way of heaven that will not abandon me, this is the spirit of Haotian's Golden Crow that will not abandon me, the Han Shan tribe of the Golden Crow..." Han Chaohu whispered with his face flushed and his whole body trembling.
The other three people also couldn't help but roar, and Han Dingyi sang ancient songs with a confused voice.
Han Muye could understand their mood.
For the Golden Crow clan with endless glory, awakening their bloodline and suppressing all directions, this is a pride engraved in their bones.
Over the years, it has been really difficult for the Hanshan Division.
After the excitement, Han Yunhe's expression slowly turned solemn.
Others also calmed down and sat down to discuss how to deal with other ethnic groups.
"The Lutang Black Panther Clan is a serious problem." Han Ding looked at Han Muye and said solemnly: "Over the years, many of our tribesmen were seriously injured in battles with them and eventually died."
"They have also invaded our medicinal fields and forests the most."
Han Yuncheng on the side also gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
The feud between the tribe and the Lutang Black Panther Clan can be traced back tens of thousands of years. Ever since the death of the previous Jinwu Hanshan tribe leader, the Black Panther Clan has continued to oppress them.
Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe also looked at Han Muye expectantly.
Not knowing Han Muye's cultivation level before, they were planning to persuade Han Muye to leave the Han Shan tribe.
Now that we know that Han Muye's cultivation has reached an unimaginable level, what should we be afraid of?
Revenge when there is hatred, revenge when there is hatred!
Han Muye nodded and looked at the few people: "In this way, in three months, our Hanshan tribe will hold a clan leader succession ceremony, and then we will repay all the grievances with the surrounding ethnic groups."
He has the strength to suppress one party, and he is not prepared to wrong himself.
But for the time being, the first thing to do is not to settle the grudges with all parties, but to improve the strength of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.
Han Yunhe and the others left the hall, and Han Muye reached out and opened the thick parchment volume in front of him.
This is a record of all messages from the entire Hanshan Department.
Everything from the cultivation and strength of the people in the clan to some materials in the warehouse and the amount of food consumed is recorded in detail.
In the current Han Shan Tribe, there are only more than twenty clansmen on the third level of Yuan Ling, and the most promising ones are Han Jin and several other young people.
There is not much food stored in the clan, only enough for more than two months.
There is a serious shortage of meat that can supplement the power of qi and blood.
Many elderly and frail tribesmen deduct rations and give food to young people.
The only weapon in the warehouse is a long bow, which was left behind by the previous clan leader.
Closing the sheepskin book, Han Muye raised his hand and took out the broken spear in the hands of the Black Panther clan strongman that he had broken off before.
A green wooden staff with a spear tip in front.
A stream of energy and blood penetrated the broken gun, and a familiar memory flashed into his mind.
Even in the Great Wilderness Realm, my golden finger still exists.
This gave Han Mu's ambition a little more peace of mind.
There aren't many memories in Broken Gun.
It was forged from the weapon refining field of Xuanling Fairy Kingdom, and then sold throughout the boundless wilderness through business groups.
This extremely low-end weapon of the human race is a rare treasure among all the tribes in the wilderness.
The level of weapon refining in the wilderness is extremely simple, between ordinary weapons and real weapons.
All weapons used by the powerful True Spirits and those carved with the Divine Marks of the True Spirits under the Nine Paths are all mortal weapons.
On top of the nine divine patterns, the treasure of the true spirit's powerful envoy is the true weapon.
Han Muye sensed it and found that the broken gun had no spirituality and only had three simple marks.
It is also very strong and made of good materials.
Looking at the spiritual materials forging the tip of the spear, Han Muye felt a little painful.
The precious Qingyang Cold Iron in later generations, the material used to create spiritual treasures, was actually used to create this ordinary weapon.
Holding the broken gun, Han Muye shook his head gently, sighing in his heart.
It is a wilderness after all.
The crafting method for this broken spear is simple, and there are only three true spirit divine patterns in it. However, the strength of this spear cannot be compared to even the low-grade spiritual treasures of later generations.
This is an ordinary weapon sold to tribes across the wasteland.
How powerful would those treasures exclusively for the strong be?
No wonder the human race can rise in the wilderness.
How could the human race, which has the means to refine powerful weapons, not rise?
"The Immortal Dynasty of Ten Thousand Flowers."
The Xuanling Immortal Kingdom has risen like this by refining alchemy and refining weapons. How powerful will the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty look like with the blessing of the power of heaven and suppressing the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom?
In all likelihood, the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is controlled by Immortal Chen Yuan, and the Emperor of Wanhua Heaven should be Immortal Chen Yuan.
He has been operating in the Great Wasteland for countless thousands of years, and has finally established a general trend. I am afraid that his planning is not shallow.
The oppression and hunting of the Golden Crow clan is only the first step. In the end, what he wants is the soul of the Haotian Golden Crow.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at the sky outside the stone house.
The sun is mighty and warm, warming the heaven and earth.
That is the spirit of the Haotian Golden Crow.
Just don't say this, even Immortal Master Chen Yuan doesn't have the ability to go to the nine heavens to pick this soul.
There are many powerful people in the Great Wilderness True Spirit, but none can compete with the Great Sun and the Golden Crow.
"Cut off the bloodline inheritance and let the golden crow soul of the Great Sun stir."
"If the Golden Crow falls to the sky, Immortal Master Chen Yuan will have a chance to take action."
Han Muye looked at the sky and whispered softly.
Therefore, the biggest enemy of the Golden Crow clan in the future is the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.
Immortal Master Chen Yuan has been in the Great Waste Realm for so many years and has accumulated so many strong men. It is terrifying to think about a confrontation with such a powerful person.
Fortunately, Han Muye himself had no intention of competing with Immortal Master Chen Yuan. It was Yang Dingtian who wanted to find the Haotian Golden Crow Soul.
However, he and Yang Dingtian are allies, and he is afraid that he will eventually face Immortal Master Chen Yuan.
It's too far away to think about this. What he needs to do now is to enhance the strength of the tribe and at the same time enhance his own power in this world.
In the wilderness, you can only come forward in person. If you fall into it, you will really die.
Looking at the broken gun in his hand, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
"Let's start by changing the power of the group."
In his palm, a golden flame rose.
The Golden Crow Divine Flame is a divine fire at the same level as the Phoenix Nirvana Fire.
Even the Xuantian Divine Fire is inferior to the Golden Crow Divine Flame.
The golden crow divine flame wrapped around the broken spear, and the green wooden staff was instantly ignited and then turned into ashes.
Only the golden true spirit pattern on the wooden staff still had the slightest trace of light.
The tip of the spear turned fiery red, reflecting the power flowing in the void.
In the wild world, there is boundless power.
This is the original power.
Who dares to imagine that the original power that the powerful Immortal Master desperately pursues is everywhere in the Great Wasteland.
Han Muye didn't know whether the original power was real or illusory, but at this time, with the help of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, he could completely absorb the original power and use it to refine weapons.
The flames rose and enveloped the tip of the spear.
After a hundred breaths, the entire tip of the spear began to melt, and the true spirit patterns on it began to break.
Without the stable form of the divine pattern, the spear tip directly turned into red molten iron.
There are not many other spiritual materials mixed into the spear tip, Qingyang Cold Iron is the most important material.
The divine flames calcined and removed impurities, and the molten iron in Han Muye's palm slowly turned into a short sword one foot and three minutes long.
The flames subsided, leaving only a trace on his fingertips.
The power of the Yuanling in his body was stimulated, and the flame at his fingertips condensed into a long golden-red needle, which continued to travel on the long sword.
Golden divine patterns emerged.
Han Muye doesn't have many true spirit patterns that he has mastered.
But refining a short sword is enough.
At this time, with his seventh-level Yuanling cultivation, the power he mobilized to carve divine patterns directly made this short sword reach the same level as the peak spiritual treasure.
It's just that in the wilderness, weapons of this level are only stronger than ordinary weapons.
It can't be spiritual.
But the sturdiness of this dagger, and the attribute means generated by the power of the divine pattern, are a hundred times more powerful than the previous spear tip.
"The sword is one foot and three inches long, weighs two kilograms and one tael, and is made entirely of Qingyang cold iron. It is refined using the art of Xuan Yang melting into the sky."
"The seal carving of five true spirit divine patterns can stimulate the thunder of heaven and earth and stabilize the sword body."
Han Muye whispered softly as he looked at the shining dagger in his hand, which contained the power of thunder, lightning and blazing sun.
"This sword is the first sword I refined in the wilderness."
"This sword is like my new life, so let's call it the Yuansheng Sword."
As if sensing Han Muye's words, the dagger vibrated slightly.
With a gentle sword dance, Han Muye inserted the dagger into his sleeve and walked out of the stone house.
Outside the stone house is a series of low earth buildings against the mountain.
On the flat land ahead, the people of the Golden Crow tribe were sitting around, with some food placed in front of them, and they were all chatting excitedly.
Seeing Han Muye walking out of the stone house, Han Jin who was standing aside quickly bowed.
"Young clan leader, to celebrate the defeat of the Black Panther clan and the young clan leader's release from seclusion, the clan elder has arranged a banquet."
Han Jin bowed and reported.
Han Muye looked at the bonfire in the square. There hung a hunted half-foot-long wild boar, which had been skinned and roasted on the fire. It made a sizzling sound and the aroma was overflowing.
A group of half-grown children gathered in front of the fire, their faces shining.
"Your name is Han Jin, right? How has the clan's recent hunting harvest been?" Han Muye said as he walked towards the square.
Unexpectedly, Han Muye recognized him. Han Jin was stunned and nodded quickly: "I am Han Jin."
"Recently, the harvest has not been very good."
"First of all, the weather has gotten colder, and the wild beasts in the mountains and forests rarely come out. Secondly, we don't have many hunting grounds."
There was some depression in Han Jin's voice.
The only hunting ground left for their tribe is around Hanshan Mountain, which is not enough for the tribe to hunt.
Han Muye reached out and patted Han Jin on the shoulder, saying softly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
It wasn't until Han Muye walked to the campfire and cut the meat with his dagger to distribute to the children that Han Jin came to his senses.
He clenched his fists, walked to the campfire, and looked at Han Muye, who was smiling and using a dagger to distribute meat to his tribe members.
Han Muye's movements were not slow, and most of a wild boar was divided into pieces in just a moment.
He straightened up and saw Han Jin staring at the dagger in his hand. He chuckled and said, "I can't give you this Yuan Sheng Sword."
"When I find a stone mine that can refine weapons, I will refine a weapon for you."
Refining weapons?
for myself?
Han Jin looked at the shining dagger in Han Muye's hand and didn't know what to say to express his gratitude for a moment.
He also never thought about how his young patriarch could have the ability to refine weapons.
All around, vast songs sounded.
Han Muye could feel the changes in the power of heaven and earth around him.
It seems that there is a trace of original power gathering?
It's just that this power is too weak. If you want to practice with this power, you don't know how many years it will take to improve.
But the cheers one after another around him, as well as the excitement and madness of Han Yunhe and Han Chaohu, let him know that such a response from the power of heaven and earth today has not been seen in the clan for hundreds of years.
"Heaven has not abandoned our Golden Crow clan..." Han Chaohu, whose face was red, spread his arms and looked up to the sky.
One wild boar is not enough to divide the whole group.
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Han Yunhe also took out a jar of wine from his collection.
Han Muye ate a piece of meat and drank half a bowl of wine.
There is a trace of qi and blood power in the meat, and there is also a faint trace of the original power in the wine.
These powers are nothing to Han Muye, but outside the wilderness, it would be difficult to find treasures.
Even in the wilderness, these tribesmen rarely enjoy such meat and wine.
When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the big banquet was over, and the tribesmen returned to their earth buildings in twos and threes.
Han Muye followed an old man with white beard and white hair and a stooped figure to a bluestone house.
"Young Patriarch, this is where our clan's practice inheritance is collected."
"My Great Sun Golden Crow has been passed down since ancient times and is the most glorious inheritance in the world."
There was emotion on the old man's face.
His name is Han Zhi, and he is the oldest member of the Hanshan tribe.
For so many years, Han Zhi has been responsible for the guardian of the inherited classics.
His cultivation level is at the fourth level of Yuanling, but his bloodline power is exhausted and his physical strength is also damaged. He has long lost the strength to fight with others.
Han Muye nodded and walked into the stone house.
The stone house is dry, with a few stones that emit a faint bluish light hanging on the top of the wall.
In front of the surrounding stone walls, there were many wood chips and many parchment rolls.
Han Muye reached out and picked up a piece of wood and looked at it carefully.
"Young Patriarch, these are the practice books of Soaring Fist. You need -" Han Zhi didn't finish speaking. Han Muye waved his hand, held the piece of wood and said, "One hundred thousand years of heavy Yuan iron wood?"
Waving the two-foot-long thick piece of wood, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.
Wood chips weigh up to one hundred kilograms, and Chongyuan Ironwood is the raw material for refining many wood weapons.
In Han Muye's opinion, the value of this piece of wood is not the practice of seal carving on it, but the value of this piece of wood.
The current Jinwu Hanshan tribe cannot produce such good materials.
There are hundreds of such wood chips in the stone house.
Han Muye looked through them carefully and found that most of them were exercises for exercising the body.
Compared with the extremely refined various techniques of later generations, these inherited techniques of the Golden Crow clan are extremely rough. Muscles, bones, blood, and soul are all very general exercises.
However, because of the existence of the original power of the world and the strong power of blood, such a crude practice method can improve the cultivation level of many clan members.
Seeing these cultivation methods, Han Muye felt that these people from the Golden Crow tribe were really gifted to be able to practice with such crude techniques.
"It seems like it's not that Heaven has abandoned the Golden Crow tribe, but that the practice of Kung Fu can't keep up with the changes in the world."
Looking at the wood chips in his hand, Han Muye whispered softly.
The cultivation method in the ruin world cannot keep up with the wear and tear of the origin of this world.
It is difficult to awaken the power of blood with the practice method passed down for countless thousands of years.
Opening the wood chips and animal skin rolls one after another, Han Muye knew all about the Jinwu people's cultivation methods.
As Han Zhi said, there are not many practice methods in the Hanshan tribe.
Four kinds of boxing techniques to refine the physical body.
There are two cultivation methods that use the bloodline power of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow, as well as supporting methods for using the bloodline power.
A set of marksmanship.
Half of the practice of bow and arrow.
The entire Hanshan tribe only has so many cultivation methods.
"Young Clan Chief, originally our Hanshan tribe still had the remnant technique of the Great Sun Golden Crow Zhentian Jue. Unfortunately, according to the rules of the Jinwu tribe, no strong man could become a true spirit in a hundred thousand years, so the technique was withdrawn.
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Seeing Han Muye put down the last animal skin roll, Han Zhi spoke softly.
There was a trace of regret on his face, and he looked at the stone walls around him: "If the clan leader had practiced the Great Sun, Golden Crow, and Heaven-Suppressing Technique, his combat power would have been even higher, and he would not have fallen."
Han Muye nodded.
The Heaven-Suppressing Technique is one of the three techniques of suppressing the clan of the Golden Crow clan on the Great Sun. It is a bloodline cultivation method of the Golden Crow clan and is extremely powerful.
Each ethnic group can only keep the fragments, and they need to cultivate the fragments to a profound level before they are qualified to find the holy land in the Golden Crow Clan of the Great Sun and practice the subsequent techniques.
It is a pity that the Golden Crow clan has declined in recent years, and the holy land Sangtang has been besieged and harassed by the powerful men of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty. Many scattered ethnic groups dare not go there anymore.
Picking up a few ironwood chips, Han Muye left the stone house.
Returning to his own place of retreat, he placed the pieces of wood in front of him and began to recall in detail the exercises of the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan that he had seen before.
Behind him, the shadow of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow appeared again.
This is what Han Zhi just said, the Golden Crow Phantom created by the Great Sun Golden Crow Zhentian Technique.
Although the Heaven-Suppressing Technique of the Hanshan Tribe was withdrawn, the clan chiefs passed it on word of mouth and the technique was not discontinued.
Before Han Qi's death, he passed on the Heaven-Suppressing Technique to Han Muye.
He is also the reason why Han Muye was able to advance to the seventh level of Yuanling within a hundred years.
There are only fragments of the Heaven-Suppressing Technique taught by Han Qi, and Han Muye deduced part of it himself to be able to improve his cultivation in this way.
However, he did not have any subsequent cultivation methods for the True Spirit Realm.
These are two completely different systems of practice, and there is no room for error.
But looking at it now, he does have some ideas.
I'm afraid the Heaven-Suppressing Technique can also be further optimized.
It's just that he has too few original techniques for the Heaven-Suppressing Jue, and more original techniques are needed to deduce and optimize it.
It seems that we need to look for other clans of the Golden Crow clan to see if we can get other Heaven-Suppressing Techniques.
Standing up, Han Muye began to punch slowly.
The Big Sun Soaring Fist, a total of six movements, focuses on stretching the muscles and bones. The punches are powerful and every blow is powerful.
Xuntianquan emphasizes wandering, and practices the skills of the feet. Between opening and closing, there is a surging force.
The earth-shattering fist is powerful.
Dangtian Fist is the most powerful among the four boxing techniques, and it also requires the cooperation of bloodline strength to be used.
Han Muye practiced his boxing skills over and over again. Every time he punched out, the light of the Golden Crow shone in front of him.
The four boxing techniques started with different attributes and gradually merged.
Three hours later, his four sets of boxing techniques were indistinguishable from each other.
In the end, it turned into twelve postures of great opening and closing, a powerful and powerful boxing technique.
In Han Muye's view, this boxing technique is a fusion of four basic boxing techniques, which can train physical strength five times more than before.
Practicing this set of boxing techniques can awaken a trace of the power of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow.
Relying on this set of boxing techniques, people in the clan can quickly reach the fifth level of Yuanling.
This is the power that the Great Sun Golden Crow clan should have.
The Great Sun Golden Crow clan is supposed to have ordinary members of the clan with fifth-level Yuanling combat power.
"This punch is so powerful, let's call it the Great Sun Breaking Fist."
Han Muye put away his fists and spoke in a low voice.
In his opinion, these twelve styles of boxing can continue to be improved in the future, and the combat power can also be continuously strengthened.
After creating the Great Sun Breaking Fist, Han Muye's eyes fell on the thick ironwood pieces placed in front of him.
He took out the Yuan Sheng Sword from his sleeve, picked up a piece of wood, and began to polish it.
After a while, he had a thick handleless wooden sword in his hand that was more than two feet long, weighed a hundred kilograms, and half a foot wide.
"Bang——"
A golden flame rose in the palm of the hand, and the power of the great sun flame gathered on the fingertips, swimming on the iron wood sword.
After a hundred breaths, the wooden sword turned into black.
A thick layer of black light enveloped the wooden sword.
The two divine lines destroyed all the practice methods carved on the wood piece, leaving only a layer of faint lines.
There are two true spirit patterns, one is sharp and the other is strong.
This handleless wooden sword is blessed by these two true spirit divine patterns. Its sharpness is not inferior to those of the best magic weapons, and its strength is not inferior to the mass-produced weapons of the Xuanling Fairy Kingdom.
In one night, Han Muye refined eight handleless wooden swords, and found hardwood staffs stored in the warehouse to make these handleless wooden swords into eight-foot long-handled swords.
These big swords are very suitable for chopping, and their power can be greatly increased by simply combining them with some moves.
"Han Jin, you can use these swords first. When you find good spiritual material mines, I will change your weapons for you."
In the early morning, after handing these swords to Han Jin and the others, Han Muye said.
weapon?
Han Jin and a group of young people behind him took the big sword and waved it a few times, with surprise on their faces.
Although this big sword is made of wood, it is heavy to hold, and it can cut through the air and the wind roars.
Infused with the power of Yuanling, you can feel the blessing of the divine pattern in the sword.
This is really a hard-to-find weapon, completely different from the crude wooden staffs that the clan has.
Han Muye ignored Han Jin and the others who were happily waving their swords, and walked to the square to slowly practice his boxing skills.
"Let me take a look at this sword." Han Yunhe, who didn't know when he arrived, reached out and took the big sword from a young man's hand, weighed it, and then took a closer look at the sword's body.
"This," Han Chaohu, who came to the side, glared, "this is the family's inherited wood piece that records the practice skills!"
Heritage wood chips?
Can this thing be made into a weapon?
Han Jin's mouth trembled, and he looked at the sword in his hand with some reluctance.
"Elder of the clan, then, do you take back this sword?"
Han Chaohu glared at him, waved his hand and said, "Why should I accept it? Since the young patriarch has already given it to you, it belongs to you."
"The inherited wood chips are nothing more than dead objects. Being able to make this wooden sword is better than gathering ashes in the house."
Hearing his words, Han Jin put the sword in his arms and grinned.
"boom--"
From the square ahead, a roar came.
Everyone looked up and looked in horror at Han Muye who punched out.