Sword Saints Should Go Tank

Looking at the contents of the cauldron, feeling the instinctive desire of his body, at this moment, Huang Xing had no intention of saying hello to those peers, but was just looking at the cauldron, thinking about what was in it.

And those young people just glanced at Huang Xing and ignored them.

"Although they are all young people, those few are all geniuses in the village. They can't play with the old me at all."

While thinking this way, Huang Xing also noticed at this time that those young people looked at the things cooking in the cauldron, and their faces showed eagerness.

And while everyone was staring at it, time passed slowly, half an hour later, Wu Zhu finally stopped adding things, and stopped dancing weirdly, and at this time, a pot of hot water appeared in the cauldron. Soup.

Looking at the hot soup and smelling the smell, Huang Xing's eyes narrowed suddenly.

"This is the soup that saved my life last night."

When Huang Xing was surprised, at this time, Wu Zhu had already picked up a large ceramic bowl and filled it with a large bowl of soup.

Looking at the big bowl of decoction slowly, the young man named Shi showed surprise on his face, while the young man named Jian had an ugly expression.

"Great, this is half more than usual, has Lord Wu Zhu acknowledged my strength?"

The barbarian tribe doesn't have many rules, but they believe in the strategy that strength is king.

Except for the mysterious witch, whether you want to be the patriarch or want to get more prey, you need to have enough strength.

At the same time, those who are powerful and tyrannical also have the ability to give priority to selection.

The soup and medicine in front of him also obeyed this rule.

Shi was the one who drank first every time. Besides his father being the patriarch, more importantly, Shi himself was the strongest among all the young people.

It's just that the other youths who came to the room are also talented and strong. Therefore, although Shi was the first to drink in the past, the portion was not much more than the others, but now, Shi feels that things have changed. up.

What makes Shi even more happy is that sharing soup and medicine is not only related to status, but also related to something more fundamental - the improvement of strength.

The barbarians are not well educated. Apart from the weird witches, their abilities are also very simple. They don't have so many bells and whistles. They rely on their strong bodies and vigorous blood to cope with all crises in the natural world.

But blood energy does not come out of thin air. Whether it is proficiency in martial arts or training the body, a lot of nutrients need to be supplemented.

Among them, bark and wild vegetables replenished the least blood energy. It is not easy to maintain good health by eating these alone, let alone practice.

Secondly, there is meat, which can replenish the body, but meat is difficult to digest.

There is a limit to how much meat a person can digest in a day.

For this reason, someone has created a martial skill that strengthens the digestive ability of the stomach, but such a martial skill is not something that this ordinary barbarian tribe can possess.

In addition to martial arts that speed up digestion, there are some people in this world who have some strange abilities, and they can extract the essence of food.

The witch among them can mix herbs, poisons, and the flesh and blood of some wild beasts together, arouse their power, and make a pot of soup full of nutrition.

In addition to nutrition, the hot soup made by Wu is also very easy to be absorbed by the human body, which solves the problem of indigestible meat.

Absorbing this kind of decoction practice, one day is comparable to other people for two or three days, and if it goes on for a long time, it can even widen the gap with others.

At this time, Shi looked at the decoction that was half bigger than before, and he had already seen the picture of himself throwing the others away.

As for Jian and the others, looking at the big bowl of hot soup, they felt a little uncomfortable.

Of course, besides being jealous of Xiaoshi, he is more worried about the loss of his share.

Hot soup is of course good, but searching the memories of the barbarian boy, he has never heard of such a thing except when he was given a bowl of hot soup when he was possessed by a ghost.

The reason for this is naturally because hot soup is good, but the ingredients for making them are hard to find.

Every time, I can only find a few, not to mention, there are many materials, which belong to dangerous wild beasts, or the food that wild beasts like. If you want to make hot soup, you have to hunt wild beasts every time, which is not easy.

Because of this, the hot soup has a fixed amount. If there are too many other people, the remaining people will naturally be less.

At this moment, looking at the big bowl of hot soup, Xiaoshi was happy, but the faces of the others were a little ugly.

However, the next moment, something that surprised them happened.

Holding the bowl of hot soup, Wu did not hand it to Shi, but to Huang Xing.

At such a scene, the other youths were a little surprised, but soon, they reacted.

"That kid, Ah Chen, was tortured by evil spirits, and his life is almost gone. He really needs to make up for it."

"Fortunately, Shi's weight has not increased, and Ah Chen can only be here for three days at most. After three days, we will restore the original weight."

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For Huang Xing to share a large bowl of hot soup, the other barbarian youths all looked a little distressed, distressed that their share would be reduced.

But these young barbarians looked at Huang Xing's extremely weak and pale face, but didn't say anything.

It can only be said that although these hot soups are important, they are still simple barbarians, and they will not equate hot soup with the lives of their companions.

"Be patient, three days will pass quickly."

Comforting myself with these words, those young people waited for Wu Zhu's division.

However, what Wu Zhu said next made the others unable to bear it anymore.

"Xiaoxia, remember, when sharing the soup in the future, Chen and Xiaoshi have the same weight of arrows."

"Oh, ah, I see."

Xiaoxia, the timid girl who calls Wu Zhu her master.

She was very surprised by Wu Zhu's order, because according to Wu Zhu's words, it seems that Huang Xing was not brought here because of injury, and his future treatment seems to be the same as that of Xiao Shi and Jian Jian.

If Xiaoxia was just surprised, then the other young people were really unbearable.

They can tolerate Huang Xing coming here for a short time for treatment. After all, for people of the same clan in the same village, these people still can't do nothing to save them.

But they can't tolerate Huang Xing being here all the time, which hurts their interests, and it still involves the fundamental interests of strength.

"Master Wu Zhu, only if we have enough strength can we protect the village. We can't waste resources on ordinary people."

"That is, the ingredients and medicinal materials here are all obtained by our father's hard work."

"grown ups……"

These people thought that Mr. Wu Zhu brought him here because he felt sorry for Huang Xing.

In this regard, Master Wu Zhu smiled on his old face.

"I understand what you said. The village really needs to concentrate resources to cultivate the strong, and only the strong can protect the village and help the village get more food. I'm not too confused."

Master Wu Zhu said so, so that other young people dared not speak.

Then, Wu Zhu looked at Huang Chen, and said directly: "I let Ah Chen join in, of course there is a reason. This time, Ah Chen was indeed injured when he was attacked by evil spirits, but he may be blessed because of it. Let's see in three days."

"These three days are for Ah Chen to heal his wounds. After three days, if you are not convinced, follow the rules of the clan. I will not stop it."

"Well, except for Chen, the rest of you can also follow the rules. This time, it's a small test."

After speaking to the other youths, Wu Zhu looked at Huang Xing: "You can cultivate here for three days, and after three days, those little guys should come according to the rules of the clan. When the time comes, it will be a dragon or a worm, it will be It's up to you."

"I understand, Lord Wu Zhu."

Having said that, Huang Xing directly drank the hot soup in his hand.

As the hot soup entered his stomach, a warm current rose from Huang Xing's abdomen and dispersed towards his limbs.

Under the warmth of that heat, Huang Xing's body, which was originally shriveled due to the fusion of gold-level skills, slowly gained vitality.

And as the body gradually became active, a strong sense of strength also filled Huang Chen's body and mind.

That feeling was ten times stronger than before, and the power of gold-level skills had been slowly revealed.

At the same time, due to the tyrannical force in his body, Huang Xing's heart also became hot.

As for the other youths in the room, after receiving Master Wu Zhu's reply, their eyes were also a little eager to try, looking at Huang Xing and the others, their eyes were also full of fighting spirit.

There are very few rules in the wild, and the most important one is that the strong is king.

In the wild, most of the time, the strong one is right.

Of course, although the barbarians are simple, there are many fights and disputes, and it is impossible for all battles to have casualties. If they really did that, all the barbarians would have died due to internal fighting.

The strong is the king, there are disputes, but the lives of the clansmen cannot be easily taken.

All these have led to a special custom among the barbarians.

A duel before the gods, or a totem duel.

Whenever there is a dispute between the barbarians, the two parties in the dispute will have a duel before the totem, that is, the soul of the ancestors, and the winner will be the right party.