Martial Arts World

A heavy rain poured down, quickly extinguishing the fire of the hill tribe.

The surviving tribesmen looked dumbfounded and watched the British martial arts men striding into the tribal settlement. They opened their mouths one by one and did not know what to say.

It's amazing, it's amazing!

This is the only thought in the hearts of the tribesmen, and they don’t know how to face Wu Zun as a savior.

"Mom, woo mum..."

A burst of crying broke the awkward atmosphere of the tribe's silence. Wu Zun looked up and saw a gray-faced little girl under the age of three who was lying on a crippled female corpse crying out loud.

The cry of the little girl was like a horn. The whole tribe burst into tears, and the whole tribe was filled with a strong sad atmosphere.

Wu Zun was silent, without opening to disturb the lost relatives, sad children, but silently walked around in the broken house of the tribe, and found a wound that was not dead. He threw a healing technique in the past, and the wound healed quickly. The wound was in the blink of an eye. Almost half.

Such a miraculous performance made several tribal elders who clearly followed him shocked and saw Wu Zun as a god-man.

Not a god-man, where is there such a magical skill that can cause the severely injured number that is on the verge of death to recover most of it in the blink of an eye?

Until Wu Zun arrived, he was most violently ravaged by the demon wolf. The blood and blood flowed across the ground like the interception position of the Shura hell. A recovery operation rescued the dying hill. Finally, the tribe warriors brave the courage, all hands and feet. Take away the still unconscious leader.

"Don't worry, his injury is not fatal!"

Wu Zun suddenly spoke, frightening the elders and the tribe warriors next to him.

"This... great god!"

Followed by a grey-haired old man, Wu Zun finally opened his mouth, and suddenly opened his face carefully and said: "I don't know how to call it?"

"Wu Zun!"

Wu Zun's tone was bland, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations exposed.

"Thank you God Wu Zun for saving our hill tribe!"

The old man was full of excitement, suddenly fell to his knees and fell on the ground, bowing his head again and again.

The rest of the elders, as well as the tribe warriors who had just sobered from the state of loss of soul, knelt down like the dumplings and bowed their heads to the ground.

"No need to do so!"

Wu Zun smiled, and instantly learned the old man's thoughts, but he didn't say much. A soft wave of a right hand suddenly spewed out, holding all the kneeling old men and tribe warriors.

Fortunately, some old people, they were already decaying, and they were frightened again. Linsha's softness caused them to get up and not much embarrassment.

The tribe warriors were different. They pressed down hard but did not respond. Their bodies were still held up, and they were not given the opportunity to do anything at all.

I was shocked in my heart. Wu Zun's hand greatly exceeded the expectations of the tribe warriors. It was no longer their cognitive ability, almost a fabulous skill.

"Great God Wu Zun..."

"Just call me Wu Zun, it's better not to scream in the name of the great god!"

Wu Zun smiled faintly, waved his hands calmly and said: "You don't need to say much, it's nothing important for me to visit Honghuang on this trip, just stay in your tribe for a few days, OK?"

Knowing that the old man was not easy to speak, he simply spoke it out for him. Anyway, his lower bound was to observe the situation of the human race, and treat it the same everywhere.

"Good..."

The old man blushed and said back quickly, and hurriedly rushed at the tribal warriors who had not yet recovered. "These of you are still stunned for a while, and have not cleaned the spacious and clean house quickly, for Wu Zun... rest?"

The tribal warriors oh oh, and then they seemed to catch up with something behind them, and rushed out quickly, but looking at their easy walking, obviously they were in a good mood.

Wu Zun lived here for a while in a dilapidated mountain tribe.

The entire tribe has just experienced the rampage of demon wolves, and the personnel losses have been heavy.

Moreover, although most of the chaotic wooden houses were rescued from the fire by heavy rain, they were incomplete and unable to shelter from the wind and rain. They must be repaired quickly while the weather is still warm, otherwise the tribe's situation will worsen the situation.

In addition, the corpses of the people of the dead tribe and the funeral matters are innumerable. Even if the prestigious elders of the tribe want to succumb to Wu Zun, they will not be able to withdraw at any moment.

Wu Zun happened to take this free time and walked around the ruined tribe.

To be honest, he was very disappointed.

The whole tribe gave him a very primitive feeling.

Although he had a wooden fence and a wooden house, he still didn't feel very good.

The bark of the wood surface of the wooden house was not removed, let alone the layout of the wood is very simple, just a huge room, separated by rough wood in the middle, not to mention any sound insulation effect, even the wind is difficult to completely block the wind .

Moreover, the layout of the wooden house is messy, and it is crowded into a group. If it is not very familiar, it is easy to get lost.

Everything seems very primitive, not only the living environment is very rough, but also very simple in terms of food and clothing.

The clothes are mainly composed of animal skins and hemp clothes. The animal skins have obviously not been processed, exuding a strong smell. As for the hemp clothes, they are even more unbearable, and the twine is very irregular. It's not very comfortable. I'm afraid that the wear on my skin is very serious.

Eating is also very simple, that is, the two modes of roasting and cooking, basically no seasonings or ceramic pots and other things, are stone bowls and pots polished out a little bit, it makes him feel uncomfortable to watch.

In short, the whole hill tribe gave him the feeling that it was a word; rough!

Everything is rough, food, clothing, housing, etc. are rough, as for the line, it is estimated to be sufficient.

Compared with the previous deity who just came to the wilderness world, the twenty-three tribes who joined have been far away, much worse in any respect. According to modern parlance, the hill tribe has just left the primitive state and is at the bud of civilization.

Another thing that made him look down on the most is that the physical fitness of the tribe people is so bad that he is unbelievable. Is this still the human being he knows?

Imagine that in the twenty-three tribes of Li, a group of young children with five big and three thick, and women with strong waists and enough arms to run horses, he lived under the name of a short for a long time.

However, the physical fitness of the people of the hill tribes cannot be said to be bad, but it is still a few streets worse than the Li Twenty-three tribes and other Wu tribes.

No wonder that such a large tens of thousands of people, the Wuwu master is actually only a pitiful one, and still has such strength as Jiuwu Wuwu.

At the beginning, the Li Twenty-three tribe had only five thousand people in the district, there was a Qipin Wuwu sitting in the town, a few Bapin Wuwu assistants, and a dozen Jiupin Wuwu as minions, so powerful by the Julang River They all live quite hard.

The hill tribe right now is really incomparable.

A glimpse of Leopard in the tube shows how badly the power of the Hungry Clan has fallen. In Wu Zun's view, there is such a terrible catch.

Otherwise, the three demon wolves who have not yet become demon can completely wipe out a tens of thousands of people's tribe. This matter can't be imagined by the Wu tribe.

Even if it is really dry, at least the three demon wolves have to pay a heavy price!

"I said, do you have no funeral rules?"

Anyway, when he arrived at the hill tribe, Wu Zun felt uncomfortable everywhere. Without seeing the funeral procession held by the tribe, he couldn't help but asked.

"What funeral rules?"

The elder of the tribe, the old man who shouted at him as a "big god", was confused when he heard the words, and then quickly reacted and hurriedly bowed down to salute: "Please also ask Your Excellency Wu Zun to teach me!"

"Ok……"

Wu Zun rubbed his eyebrows very annoyedly, cleared up the mood that suddenly became bad, and sorted out some rules for the slow funeral of the Wu people, as well as the final soul-collecting and soul-sending rituals, briefly explained, focusing on the introduction After a moment of death, there are souls remaining, they all have to go to the nether reincarnation and go to the end, and finally appear in the new world in a new life form.

The tribe elders are silly, and the tribes people nearby are also silly. They have never heard of this, especially the saying that the dead will go to reincarnate after the death.

"Honor, Venerable, this reincarnation, me, how have we never heard before?"

The elders of the tribe were full of anxiety, but the funeral could not be procrastinated at all, so they had to ask daringly: "I am not doubting the Venerable, but I am curious!"

"Hey, some things you still don't need to know!"

Wu Zun's eyes are very deep~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hehe smiled calmly and said: "This is not good for you at all, and it may lead to disasters!"

The elders of the tribe and the high-level tribes next to each other looked at each other. There were waves of turbulence in their hearts. Seeing that Wu Zun did not have the meaning to explain, he had to press his doubts and send all the dead of the tribe to the ground according to the funeral ceremony Wu Zun said. .

"The dust returns to the dust..."

When thousands of tribesmen fell down on their knees and recite the "Hou Tu Zi Sheng Jing" sincerely, the Hou Tu Zu Wu who was sitting in the haunted Hou Tu Palace immediately felt it, and with a light smile, immediately invited the netherworld messenger of the Hou Tu Gong and ordered him Take a team of people to the east of Honghuang, and lead the hill tribe deceased to make the name into the reincarnation.

The nether messenger ordered his life and brought thousands of nether sergeants. Through the space channel of the Houstu Palace, he directly came to the nether land connected by the hill tribes. Then he took out a commanding flag and gently waved the space barrier. Layer ripples.

The hill tribe people who were recite the "Hou Tu Xiang Sheng Jing" outside, suddenly felt cold as if something came over, and there was a gray cloud between the sky and the earth, and then they saw a scene that will be unforgettable for a lifetime... To be continued.):