A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

After months of flying in the remote grassland no-man's land, traces of human habitation finally began to appear.

This seems to be a place called Tahe Department, with more than a thousand people.

Herdsmen, herds of cattle and sheep, chiefs, warriors, felt tents scattered everywhere in the tribe like steamed buns, and the lingering smell of cattle and sheep excrement in the air.

Everything is no different from the Black Snow Prairie. Everyone has the same production method and nomadic economy.

The only difference is the weapons.

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept around and was surprised to find that all the warriors and herdsmen here only had swords, iron swords, and copper swords. The poor herdsmen used sharpened bamboo swords, wooden swords, and sharpened stone swords.

There are no weapons except swords.

There are no knives, no guns, no bows, no armors, no darts. Self-defense, killing enemies, and hunting all rely on the three-foot green blade in the hand. From time to time, people are hunting and dying in battles, and no one wants to change weapons.

Theoretically speaking, spears, bows and arrows, and armor can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of low-level warriors, even if you wear stone armor.

There is no need to teach these things. As long as one or two people try it and win, it will immediately spread exponentially among the crowd and copy it.

However, the fact is that there is only a sword.

"It's another kind of huge abnormal influence that the Immortal Cultivation Sect has on the world."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, thinking of the Dragon and Phoenix List of the Seven Feather Sect Yue Kingdom. All mortals had become accustomed to its existence and participated tirelessly in it.

He did not leave in a hurry, but silently observed the Tahe tribe under the rule of the Great Sun Sword Sect, collecting data on its social structure, customs, spiritual beliefs and other data to fill in his own database and use it as a reference for the ontology in the future.

Everything in the world is connected.

Even in a weak mortal society, under the big data, it is still possible to deduce some information about the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and the accuracy and reliability are far better than those purchased from other people, so it cannot be ignored.

The strongest person in this tribe is an inner energy warrior, who is called the leader. There are shamans, centurions, ten-centurions below, and then they are gone.

All positions are in charge of government affairs, military affairs, and hunting. There is no distinction between them, and no statistics or logistics personnel are needed. They just need to be similar.

There are very few people in the entire tribe who are out of work, only a few families including the headman, shaman, and centurion.

The rest, even the captain of ten, still needs to graze, hunt, and cut grass. This position allows him to take care of things, eat meat occasionally, get milk from cows and goats, more wild vegetables, and two or three more women.

There is no blood connection between the top leaders, centurions and shamans, and they are all powerful people.

The same goes for the ten captains. They are all strong men in the realm of body refining. After working hard, they never forget to practice swordsmanship. Each sword move is simple and brutal, without any tricks. They hunt and kill quickly and neatly.

This is their basic survival skill, without any performance in it, and being fancy and pretty is of no use here.

Silently observe the daily routine of this tribe and record useful things.

Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."

In the early morning of this day, a young swordsman with a weathered face and a hood appeared outside the Tahe tribe. He was a warrior in the early stage of the inner energy realm.

He seemed to know the people of this tribe. After a few words, he began to yell and curse. He drew his sword and beheaded the two people who blocked him. Blood gushed out, which immediately aroused the tribe's vigilance.

A captain of ten men violently struck a broken piece of iron in his hand, making a sharp sound that instantly woke up the tribe.

"foreign enemy!"

"A stranger is coming!"

I don't know how many herdsmen who were sleeping, grazing, or grazing their horses and cattle reacted instantly. They touched the swords on their waists and ran quickly to the warning point.

All of them have a fierce temperament and a cold light in their eyes. They are obviously not honest and friendly people, and their folk customs are fierce.

Jiang Ding watched quietly and recorded the situation.

Hundreds of people from Wuyangyang gathered around him in a short time. Everyone had learned at least three or two moves. They usually cooperated in hunting and killing wolves. At this time, they all looked at each other, and there was nothing more. Said, gradually surrounded by people and left.

"Friend, where did you come from?"

"What grudges do you have with our Tahe tribe?"

Without taking action immediately, a centurion with a beard and a beard shouted to explore the bottom first.

In this world of cultivation, numbers and strength are not always related. The tribes that can survive for a long time will not go up to fight when provoked.

"Uncle Batu,"

The weather-beaten young man did not continue to provoke. He opened his hood, revealing a face full of dry scars, and licked his lips: "Do you still remember me? The fifth child of the Zhahe family."

"The fifth child of the Zhahe family?"

The bearded centurion was startled and looked carefully at the person in front of him. Sure enough, he vaguely saw the figure of a young man from the past.

"Brother Meng?"

he probed.

"It's me, Uncle Batu."

The young swordsman smiled and said.

The surrounding herdsmen buzzed and talked, and they also knew this person.

"This man is the fifth son of the old man Zhahe?"

"How many years has it been since Master Zhahe died..."

"Master Zhahe seemed to be doing very well back then, and his tax collection was much lower than it is now..."

Many old herdsmen recalled those days.

"He's a fake!"

Others had twinkling eyes.

"kill him!"

"He is our old enemy, a spy sent by the Tieshan tribe. He wants to kill all our men and take away our women!"

They clamored loudly and relied on their past prestige to get many people to follow them, holding the hilts of their swords with fierce looks in their eyes.

What about inner Qi realm warriors?

With the leader here and so many people, it is not difficult to surround and kill, and even escape is impossible.

"Hey, Tuhe, you are getting old after all."

"Ha ha……"

But the young swordsman laughed, drew his sword, and pointed at the sky with a look of respect: "The Changsheng Heaven is above. Today I want to challenge the leader of the Tahe tribe. I am willing to follow the teachings of the Changsheng Heaven and defeat and become the leader." Finally, kill only Tuhe and my enemies."

"I swear, if the people of the Tahe tribe worship me and respect me, I will also fulfill my duties as a leader and clan leader and protect the Tahe tribe from plunder and intrusion by foreign enemies."

"Please also ask the Sun Shaman to bear witness."

The young swordsman looked respectfully at a black-robed shaman in the crowd, with a big sun pattern drawn on his chest.

The black-robed shaman's eyes showed a cold light, and he seemed to dislike the young man very much. However, in full view of the public, he hesitated a little and had to speak.

"I would like to witness."

"This is a glorious duel, in line with the teachings of Sun Changshengtian."

Seeing this, many herdsmen making noise around felt cold in their hearts and did not dare to say anything.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at a tall old man in the crowd.

He was in the middle stage of the Inner Qi Realm, his eyes were cold and stern, and he said angrily: "The Sun Shaman is just a bastard who doesn't know where he came from. If he challenges you casually, I will accept the challenge. Is this reasonable?"

"Have you forgotten our friendship over the years?"

He felt aggrieved.

He has hundreds of soldiers under his command and has been operating in the Tahe tribe for many years. The warriors are loyal and the senior officials are as close as brothers. They can cut people into pieces with just one order. This has been the case in many inter-tribal battles in the past.

Now, he was unwilling to ask such a noble person as himself to step forward and take risks.

"It's natural and reasonable."

The black-robed shaman's tone was full of helplessness: "Old friend Tuhe, this is the instruction of Sun Changshengtian. No one can violate it. Anyone who has sworn to Changshengtian and is willing to abide by the obligations of the leader can challenge to become a tribe leader. Head man.

Unless you can silence those of us who are watching, or let them keep it a secret forever. "

"Otherwise, you, me, and everyone who interferes with the Glory Duel will die."

Many herders who had been noisy around felt a chill in their hearts.

"That's not fair!"

Tuhe roared: "My power is not just my power, the warriors under my command are also my power. It's not fair for me to face it alone."

"That's fair."

"No violation will be tolerated."

Under the entanglement, the slight friendship in the black-robed shaman's heart quickly dissipated, and he said coldly: "When you killed the previous leader Zhahe, he didn't let a large number of soldiers surround you."

"As the leader of a thousand-man tribe, you can choose two people to face the enemy with you."

"No more nonsense, let's get started."