Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

As the small human race entered the Bronze Age, the "Shantou Cave People" also joined in at the same time, but metallurgy is a technical job, and this wilderness is also easy to expose the location of the settlement, so Luo Zu is still very careful in his copper smelting business.

However, the small human race in the pot world has already begun to make bronze ornaments and bronze musical instruments, not to mention bronze weapons.

But their Qi and blood breathing method has stagnated. Due to physical factors, their martial arts have stopped at the low level.

That is why after discovering the remains left by Luo Zu, they were ecstatic and took the opportunity to set off a huge dispute.

Nowadays, the legend of the mysterious martial god, who has a martial arts that goes to heaven, has become a rainbow and ascended to heaven, leaving only a golden body to teach the world is circulated in the world of the pot.

Luo Zu is also very curious about his identity as a "martial god", so he created an incarnation in the pot world in his spare time today, and then attached himself to it.

The small human race's current plan has also reached the 2.3 stage, developing civilization and enriching the spirit.

Luo Zu himself is still exploring his brain. After practicing Qi and transforming into spirit, he understands the relationship between the body and the spirit. They complement each other and achieve each other. You can't just nourish the body, but also can't relax in spirit.

Unfortunately, the small human race is congenitally deficient and it is difficult for them to make progress in spirit. Luo Zu feels a little sorry for the scale of the small human race now, so he lets them continue to explore the martial arts. If things are impossible, he will destroy the world again and then start the small human race 3.0 plan.

Although the small human race has not yet spread all over the world in the pot, it has explored 30% of the land and set foot in the ocean. There are more than 300,000 people.

With so many chirping little ones, Luo Zu really doesn't want to wash them off this land directly.

So he plans to give them another year, a year on the prehistoric land.

If there is no improvement, Luo Zu will come to wash the land with a flood.

The incarnation fell into a tribe. Luo Zu wandered around to see the situation of the tribe and experience the customs and customs of the small human tribe culture up close.

After all, if you monitor the sky like a satellite every day, there will still be some things that are missed, and the generation gap with these small human races will also deepen.

There are already trading places similar to vegetable markets in the tribe, where there are both barter and bronze coins used by the tribal alliance as currency.

But people still barter more.

So it is impossible to find teahouses, restaurants and wine shops here.

But there are still some people sitting around a campfire in groups of three or five, roasting meat on the campfire, and then each of them cut the meat with a knife to eat, and communicate in this way, and they don’t know each other.

This is a method of interaction that someone clever came up with. Set up a campfire, then roast meat, and passers-by can come to share the food, but they all have to tell some useful information first.

After that, this method of intelligence exchange was promoted, and people from all tribes followed suit, and they especially liked to hold it in the market. After all, there are many people in such places, and most of them are people who travel all over the country, so the chance of getting new information is also relatively high.

Luo Zu picked up a small knife and went to a campfire surrounded by five people.

At this time, the meat had been cut almost, and the five brothers were burping with satisfaction.

They were also surprised to see Luo Zu, a handsome man, coming, but they did not stop him from sitting down.

Luo Zu looked at the roasted meat with only bones left, and sat down without distress, and then took out a leg of lamb from the package around his waist.

The sheep in the world of pots have eight legs and are larger than cattle. Now they have been tamed by small human races and have become important meat.

However, the legs of the tamed eight-legged sheep are generally only eaten by tribal nobles, and ordinary people can only look at the live sheep legs. As for these wanderers, they can only eat them when invited by nobles.

As for the meat they roasted in the last round, it was the meat of a long-haired one-eyed monster, which was old and woody, and not much good for martial arts.

But it can make a living.

The people of the rivers and lakes around the other campfires also cast their eyes over, and several of them drooled, and they all wanted to come over to taste it.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are salivating.

"Friend, what do you want to know?" The original host of this bonfire moved his sharp one-eye away from the lamb leg and put it on Luo Zu's face.

"That mountain." Luo Zu pointed out.

This tribe is closest to the mountain that is now known as the holy mountain by the world, so there are so many people gathered here now, and Luo Zu is here.

After hearing this, the one-eye sneered: "Ha, I'm afraid this is not enough."

The information about that mountain is the most valuable in each tribe now.

"I still have a lot." Luo Zu tempted.

Huh.

The five people around the bonfire all breathed harder.

The other bonfires also stopped talking for a short time, and then continued to communicate, but their attention was obviously shifted to Luo Zu.

"You...you can ask the chief." After the one-eye carefully scanned Luo Zu, he felt that he could not see through him, so he said hesitantly.

"Has he been to that mountain?" Luo Zu asked.

The one-eyed man nodded: "He was one of the first batch."

Luo Zu stood up, but did not take the lamb leg on the grill. He looked at the foggy mountains. There was actually no ripple in his heart, but his face showed a thoughtful look.

In the world in the pot, except for the human mind, he could not understand other things that could not be hidden from him.

Strictly speaking, the chief of this tribe cannot be considered as the first batch of people. The first person to discover the blood mist should be a woodcutter.

But the woodcutter is now imprisoned, his hands and feet are broken, his tongue is cut off, his eyes are blinded, and then he is locked in a dungeon.

However, the purpose of Luo Zu's trip is not him, but to set off a bloody storm, so that the small human race can find a way forward in the competition.

So Luo Zu decided to find him, but not face to face, but to communicate with him remotely with his spirit.

As soon as Luo Zu stood up, his spirit had covered the entire tribe. Now his spirit has reached a range of ten feet. Judging from the size of the prehistoric world, this tribe is only three feet in diameter, and the deepest depth is only one inch from top to bottom. Luo Zu can naturally cover it easily.

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Breathe in and out, try to keep yourself calm.

His name is Mu, a woodcutter. He used to be a good man, but now there is only hatred in his heart except darkness.

He experienced great joy and great sorrow, but he failed to achieve enlightenment. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry because his eyes had been blinded.

Besides, his limbs were broken, so if he cried, he couldn't wipe them away.

"Mu."

At this moment, a voice sounded in his mind.

Why was it certain that it sounded in his mind? Because his ears had also been deafened by the smoke.