The savage tribe is very wild.

Many tribes in Jiuli like to decorate their houses with bones. Obviously, it was very common in this ancient era to use bones to beautify their homes. Savages like to use more bones to show their taste and strength. There are many stone caves on both sides of the valley.

The savages hold bones as weapons, and there are many weapons from the Western Regions and the Central Plains. Maces seem to be very popular.

With a strong and tall body, the man has a strong back and strong waist, and the woman has wheat-colored skin and is brave and wild.

Savages, both men and women, are the best warriors. They wrap themselves in simple animal skins, go barefoot without shoes, and wear their hair casually. Especially those warrior-like women have proud figures that are enough to make most women lose their self-confidence. The looming plumpness makes a certain Jiao move.

Don't open your eyes...

The tools are primitive and backward, but the residence is very clean.

He rode a black horse and walked slowly into the tribe gate. Behind him, a group of swordsmen were still studying their swordsmanship, turning a blind eye to the charming savage woman.

Under the leadership of the savages, we walked towards the huge stone house in the middle of the valley. It looked like the residence of the highest figure in the tribe. It was a huge cave dug directly into the cliff without any obstruction.

Many savages pointed at Chunyang and his group, especially Bai Yujun who was riding in front.

The few white scales on her face became the focus of attention. As for beauty, the savage tribe did not care about this. They preferred women who were strong and could kill a wolf with one punch.

No one expressed welcome or said any polite words. The savage's mind is simpler than that of a swordsman.

Bai Yujun dismounted, walked into the cave and sat down carelessly. Twenty of his fellow disciples continued to discuss cultivation matters outside. The fierce sword intent frightened the barbarians who wanted to come forward to cause trouble.

The cave is very clean, surrounded by large and small stones used as stools. There are no waiters and no tea.

The savage who could transform into a giant tiger sat in the first place. He was over two meters tall and had explosive muscles all over his body. His skin was wheat-colored and his hair was very long. What attracted a certain Jiao's attention the most was his pair of big feet. His rough toenails were covered with scratches.

There is also some soil embedded in the gaps between the nails. The skin of the feet is very thick, which can protect the soles of the feet when running wildly in the mountains. The sparse black hair on the insteps is very unique.

The savage leader looked down at Bai Yujun, carefully observed the scales on his face and shook his head.

"Little girl, you are too thin."

The corner of a certain dragon's mouth twitched.

There was no way to explain this kind of thing to him, and we couldn't reveal our true colors. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to accidentally trample to death several savages from the tribe.

"Actually, I'm here to inquire about something, that..." Bai Yujun didn't wait for him to finish.

"Are you from Chunyang Palace?"

"Ang...yes."

Although he is a savage, Zhongyuan speaks eloquently, and he seems to be a savage with stories to tell.

I don’t know why the savage leader suddenly mentioned this. It’s best not to have a grudge against Chunyang. That would be really self-defeating. Try not to do anything if you can. Killing people and destroying the world at every turn is not normal. If you don’t practice well and fight all day long, it’s a bit weird.

The son is not doing his job properly.

The leader seemed to be reminiscing about something. He raised his head and glanced at the Zixu monks outside the huge cave. Bai Yujun found that his big feet shrank back unconsciously, as if he was afraid of something.

"They look very much like the same person. He is the strongest man I have ever seen in the world. The powerful beast in the ice field in the north of the snow-capped mountains was killed by that man. He was very powerful..."

Looking at the savage leader, and then turning to look at the Zixu Sword Cultivators outside, Bai Yujun felt that something wonderful must have happened that year. Being called the strongest man by the savages who are known for their power and ferocity, could it be...

"His name is Gan Wu."

The savage leader was obviously afraid when he said this name. Although he hid it well, he was still detected by Bai Yujun's keen perception.

After hearing the name, Bai Yujun nodded without any exaggeration, because this was normal.

The strongest one in Zixu's lineage is Qi Yun with a cold face, and the second is Gan Wu. Peak master Qi Yun usually stays in Shenhua Mountain and rarely appears. The one who teaches Zixu's disciples to practice and travels around the world to appear in front of the world is Gan Wu.

It is difficult to gain an advantage by relying on numbers for such a madman who has practiced selflessness and swordlessness to the extreme. There is only one way to defeat such a person, and that is to be even crazier than him.

He rummaged through the storage bag and took out a huge piece of white paper with a broken bone pattern drawn on it by sketch.

"Have you seen this? I want to know where you found it. I can use the goods to exchange information with you. I promise not to deceive anyone. I have a good reputation."

Surprisingly, the savage leader is actually very easy to talk to. Maybe it's because he doesn't take the initiative to stir up trouble, or maybe it's because of the twenty famous Zixu sword cultivators outside.

The leader, a strong man more than two meters tall, looked carefully.

Snapped!

A slap on the thigh startled Bai Yujun.

"It's a sacred object in our tribe! It was stolen by a few Central Plains people back then! Wow...!"

No! It turned out to be a sacred object of the savage tribe! This guy wouldn't go berserk and start a fight, right?

Before Bai Yujun could take out the sword and shield, the savage leader stretched out his hand and scratched his lower back. His rough nails scraped against the flesh, and crumbs of skin fell like rain. He had no intention of taking action.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry? It's good that the sacred objects are thrown away. They can't be used or eaten, and they have to be guarded every day. The place where I sat used to be used to place the sacred objects, but now I sit there."

"..."

This is the most generous human being Bai Yujun has ever seen. If other people were robbed of sacred objects, they would have to fight to the death even if they didn't want to. They would even sacrifice the lives of countless tribesmen to get the creatures back. Some even killed their families for this. Look at how real these savages are and cannot eat them.

You can't just steal it, you have to occupy a good seat to keep it.

What an open-minded mentality, or in other words, ordinary savages have no interest in this thing.

Bai Yujun felt that it was because there were no clergy in the clan that he didn't care. If there were clergy, they would have deceived the whole clan to work hard for their own jobs and jobs. The savage tribe had no clergy and only had one leader, so there would be fewer troubles.

"Then where did you get this thing?"

Hearing this, the savage leader scratched his big head and began to remember.

"My grandfather told me that he was about to die at that time. A wild boar's tooth pierced his chest, and he couldn't hear what he said. It was very painful..."

"..."

Although I really want to say that I am not interested in how your grandfather died, he was obviously a savage, why are you so verbose?

"He said that his grandfather was seriously injured by a wild boar. Before he died, he struggled to tell him a very important thing. That was when his grandfather..."

Outside the cave, the monk Zixu, who has always been cold and ruthless, holds the hilt of the sword in his hand...

Bai Yujun understood that this was fate. In the wild, it was common for wild boars and tigers to fight to win or lose. The half-orc tiger leader also had an indissoluble bond with the wild boar, and he could be called the terminator of the tribal leader.

Fortunately, the story about the wild boar has come to an end and comes to the crux.

"The tribe went out and walked north for fifty sunrises to find the sacred object under the ice field."
Chapter completed!