Super King of Soldiers in the City

It was the first time that Wang Fan and Wang Fan had entered the tribe in this realm, so they looked all the way curiously.

Wang Fan didn't know the name of this tribe, but it looked like an aboriginal tribe.

The house was made of piled stones, which made Wang Fan involuntarily think of secular primitive people.

Walking in the tribe, Wang Fan felt a peculiar aura, and that peculiar aura seemed to change a person's physique invisibly.

However, that kind of change is extremely small, and it would be impossible to feel it if it weren't for Wang Fan's cultivation technique.

The strangest thing is that in the great wilderness outside, there is no such aura, only in the tribe.

"Brother Afan, Sister Ayao, our tribe is called Dashi tribe. The statue in front is the patron saint of our tribe. It will protect the people of our tribe."

When the two reached the center of the tribe, Ado, who was leading the way, pointed to a huge statue not far away and said.

Wang Fan glanced at the statue and found that it was a statue that looked like a bird, but this statue gave him an extremely weird feeling.

Because this statue was obviously dead, but it made him feel like it was alive.

The most weird thing is that there is a peculiar energy aura on top of this statue. When he stares at this statue, he has a sense of insignificance.

Fortunately, the feeling of insignificance was only fleeting and disappeared very quickly.

Wang Fan didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

"Aduo, you are back, who are these two?"

Inside the tribe, an old man who couldn't see his age walked out with a group of tribe people, looking at Ado from a distance and asked.

"Bo, they are my friends. We were attacked by people from the Daqing tribe on the road, and they saved me."

"They are all people from a small tribe, but their tribe is gone. This is how they escaped."

A Duo looked at the headed old man and said sadly.

After that, he also introduced to Wang Fan, "Brother Afan, Sister Ayao, this is the patriarch of our tribe, you can call him Abel."

"Abo, good." Wang Fan and the other two greeted the old man quickly.

The old man smiled and quickly said gratefully, "Thank you for saving A'duo. If the two have nowhere to go, then stay in our tribe."

Obviously, although there are many loopholes in A'duo's words, he does not have much doubt.

I don't know if he really believes in A Duo, or he is very simple.

"Thank you, Uncle." Wang Fan and the two hurriedly thanked.

Soon, under the arrangement of A Duo and the patriarch, the two were assigned to a courtyard.

The two of them lived in the soil yard.

Inside the house.

Shen Yao looked at Wang Fan and asked, "Wang Fan, are we going to stay here in the future? Aren't we going to Wang City?"

Wang Fan said, "Wangcheng is definitely going to go, but I have to live here for a while first."

"Because I always feel that our breath is different from the people here. We must live for a while to assimilate our breath. Otherwise, once we reach the royal city, it will probably be our death."

When Shen Yao heard this, he couldn't help but hesitated, and asked, "Aduo and others say that we are indistinguishable from the aborigines here? They only judge our identity based on our clothes? Could it be that , Ador lied?"

Wang Fan shook his head, "It's not, maybe she really doesn't know it. Or maybe it's because these weak people can't distinguish the breath."

When Shen Yao heard this, he didn't say more.

In the next few days, Wang and Fan lived in the tribe.

They are just like those in the tribe. During the day, Wang Fan will go out hunting with the grown-ups of the tribe, while the Shen Yao stays at home to weave and cook. In the evening, Wang Fan will come back.

After several days of contact, Wang Fan has become completely accustomed to this kind of life pattern and this kind of living environment.

At the same time, he also felt that the aura in his body had become more and more assimilated with the people of these tribes.

Of course, his cultivation technique did not relax, but was growing at an extremely fast rate.

I don't know if this rapid growth is due to the peculiar atmosphere in the tribe.

Shen Yao stayed in the tribe every day, cooking, washing, and weaving. She seemed to be fully integrated into the life here, and she was no longer the goddess of the Demon Sect.

Many times, when Wang Fan and the others came back late, she was like other women in the tribe, waiting in front of the statue in the center of the tribe, like a wife waiting for her husband to return.

Sometimes, when Wang Fan is injured, she will be worried and cry.

This made Wang Fan feel a little embarrassed. It was really hard for him to believe that Shen Yao had changed so much.

Is this still the one at the beginning, the catastrophe in the center of the Holy Land, the demon girl of the Demon Sect?

Wang Fan could see that after such a long time of contact, Shen Yao already had feelings for him.

However, he didn't dare to touch this feeling easily, and he could only sigh lightly about this.

One month passed quickly. On this day, Wang Fan and his party were attacked by nearly a hundred people from the Daqing tribe while hunting.

The Dashi tribe suffered heavy losses, and most of the dozens of people who went out with Wang Fan died in one fell swoop.

Even Wang Fan was seriously injured.

This is because Wang Fan was so brave, and one person killed more than half of the other person, otherwise, these people would all die.

In fact, if Wang Fan and his party had escaped, they would not have killed or injured so many people.

It's just that the people of these tribes don't even know what retreat is, let alone escape.

One by one, they were as if they were crazy, even if they knew they were going to die, they would rush to fight to death. Even if they pay their lives, they have to make the enemy pay a heavy price.

It was because of this attitude that Wang Fan was injured by the enemy while protecting the tribe.

On this day, Wang Fan's view of these tribesmen changed again.

They would rather die than surrender, bend than bend, even if they knew they were defeated, they would fight to the death.

And they did this just to make the enemy afraid, just to tell the enemy that even if they want their lives, they must be prepared to pay a heavy price.

When Wang Fan and his party of seven or eight people dragged the corpses back to the tribe with their wounds, many people in the tribe cried, especially the families of the dead.

Shen Yao looked at the countless wounds on Wang Fan's body, and immediately rushed to Wang Fan's body, crying.

Although she knew that Wang Fan was very strong, there was no way his life was in danger.

But seeing those scars, she was still very sad.

That night, she did not sleep, but carefully treated Wang Fan's wounds all night.

Wang Fan couldn't help sighing when he looked at Shen Yao's appearance.

Even if he had said countless times that he was okay, really okay, Shen Yao couldn't listen at all, just kept crying.