High-Tech God

Among them, a man with well-developed limbs and dark skin jumped out. He held a spear made of wood and stone in his hand, pointed at Yang Yi, and started to chirp.

Only then did Yang Yi realize that they didn't understand what he said just now, and he didn't understand what they said either.

He immediately bought a headset for converting various languages ​​and a miniature microphone from the system store.

He put on the headphones, put the miniature microphone into his mouth, and asked the dark man not far away: "What did you just say? I didn't understand!"

The swarthy man looked a little angry: "Have you plugged your ears with donkey hair? I mean, who asked you to open a house here? This place belongs to me, don't you know?"

Yang Yi was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he actually knew the saying of stuffing donkey hair in the ears. It seemed that he must have come into contact with people on Earth. Maybe that person was Ou Yichen.

He was not angry, but still smiled and said to the swarthy man: "I didn't know this land was yours. Also, can you tell me who taught you to say "donkey hair in your ears"?"

The swarthy man frowned: "You didn't answer when I asked you! You still dare to ask me questions. I think you don't know the rules here. Today I will take away everything you have!"

With a wave of his hand, all the people hiding underground jumped to the ground and rushed towards Yang Yi's newly built palace with spears made of wood and stone.

"You're going too far! You don't even listen to me speak properly, then I have to punish you." Yang Yi said angrily.

He directly punched an "extreme cold punch", and the ground in front of him instantly condensed into a layer of ice, freezing the feet of those who rushed forward.

They almost fell to the ground one by one, and were all frozen in place, unable to move forward.

Yang Yi sneered, looked at them and said, "How about it? Are you willing to listen to me now?"

The men tried hard to pull out their feet, but the ice was too strong and they couldn't pull them out at all.

Moreover, the biting cold air rushed up their feet, making each of them freezing and shivering all over.

The swarthy man's feet were also frozen, and his mouth was filled with heat from the cold. He shivered and said, "I'm willing...I'm willing to listen to you. Get rid of this ice quickly!"

Yang Yi sneered and said: "Don't worry, just now I found that you are impatient, and now you seem to be patient, then just listen to me in this state!"

The swarthy man and his men were so angry that they wanted to rush over and beat up Yang Yi.

But now they are unable to move and are controlled by others, so they can only endure it for the time being, hoping that Yang Yi can finish his words soon.

The dark man nodded quickly: "Speak quickly! We must listen carefully!"

Others also nodded.

Yang Yi stared at the dark man and said, "You haven't answered my question yet. Who taught you to say that sentence?"

The swarthy man frowned and thought for a moment: "It was said by people from other tribes. We just thought this sentence was interesting, so we learned it."

Yang Yi nodded: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. You must help me find the person who said this!"

Because the man was now so cold that his body shrank into a ball and nodded stiffly.

Yang Yi remained calm and asked, "Is this your territory?"

The dark man nodded.

"Okay, from now on this is my territory, and you are under my control!" Yang Yi said calmly.

The swarthy man suddenly became unhappy. He gritted his molar teeth and said, "You want to challenge me! We have a rule here. If you want to become the leader of a tribe, you must defeat the current leader of that tribe!"

"I am currently the current patriarch of our tribe. If you want to take over this territory and our tribe, you must defeat me!"

He had a strong determination to fight. He was shivering from the cold just now, but now his determination to fight was aroused. He became fearless and no longer cared about the coldness on his body.

Yang Yi smiled with satisfaction. He admired such warriors who were determined to fight and directly canceled the cold air around them, allowing them to regain their freedom.

"You were frozen for a while just now. Your feet must have been numb from the cold. You can rest for a while. I don't want to take advantage of you!"

The swarthy man snorted coldly and said extremely arrogantly: "No need, the people of our tribe can fight in any state, so we are the strongest!"

After saying that, he raised his spear high, rushed towards Yang Yi with a strange scream, and stabbed Yang Yi's throat with his spear.

Yang Yi still looked at him with a smile, stretched out two fingers, and easily clamped his spear, preventing it from moving forward at all.

The swarthy man was surprised. He didn't expect Yang Yi to touch his spear so easily. He tried all his strength, and the veins on his body were exposed, but he still couldn't stab it.

Then he tried to pull out the spear and attack again, but found that the spear would not move at all. He could not get the spear back at all.

Yang Yi looked at the swarthy man with a smile, feeling that he only had brute strength and no brains at all. When ordinary masters saw that they could be cured so easily, they knew that they had absolutely no chance of defeating him, so they stopped resisting.

But the guy in front of him still didn't think he had lost, and was still thinking of ways to resist.

Yang Yi swung hard, and the spear in the dark man's hand was released. He was also thrown into the sky and fell to the ground hard, making him grimace in pain.

Yang Yi sighed, looked at him and said, "Don't you understand now? My strength is far greater than yours, and you can't beat me at all."

The swarthy man thought about it and realized that it was indeed what Yang Yi said. He had no chance of winning at all.

His tribesmen were the first to kneel down and worship Yang Yi like an immortal.

He knew that the situation was over and that continuing to hold on would not bring good results, so he knelt down and said with conviction: "I lost. From now on, you are our clan leader, and this is your territory!"

Yang Yi nodded with satisfaction, then went to see where they lived and found that it was a very simple residential area.

The houses they live in are made of wood and leaves. They are very simple and very humid. It seems that the weather has not been good recently.

Yang Yi started immediately and quickly helped them build a row of wooden houses. Both in terms of sturdiness and comfort, they were much better than the houses they lived in before.

They all admired Yang Yi even more when they saw that Yang Yi allowed them to live in good houses as soon as he took office.

In the evening, the swarthy man came to Yang Yi with ten beauties. He chuckled and said, "Chief, these are the beauties I personally selected for you. They are not married yet. They are all clean women. Let them serve you from now on." !”