Crossed into the cultivation world and became a farming boss

Chapter 422 Normal Heart (1)

Early the next morning, a man and a wolf rushed to the canyon pretending to be busy.

For half a month, Ling Xi wandered around inside and outside the Grand Canyon. Even though the terrain was complicated, Ling Xi had already noted it down. At this time, he already knew the location of each tribe.

It's just that she was the first to go to the Patriarch Shang's house, after all, she was somewhat familiar with the cabin.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the entire Grand Canyon knew that Ling Xi had returned.

The patriarchs of the various tribes have sent their subordinates to stand guard outside the canyon in the past few days. As long as there is news about Ling Xi, they will be notified as soon as possible, for fear of being deceived by the cunning human race!

Fortunately, Ling Xi arrived as scheduled.

Ling Xi handed over the supplies to five people in almost a day.

Most of the materials are pills and equipment, rare spiritual plants, and a few books on martial arts and martial arts, which can enhance the strength of the five tribes at the same time, and will not easily break their balance.

As for the lack of individual supplies, after hearing Ling Xi's explanation, the five patriarchs didn't care.

After the goods were handed over, the attitude of the five patriarchs towards Ling Xi was also quite warm, after all, they still need to do business in the future.

The five couldn't help but stepped forward to invite her to the clan to celebrate, Ling Xi's thoughts moved.

She couldn't help but said: "Ling Xi is unwilling to refuse the kindness of the five patriarchs. It's just that this family is running away. Why don't we all have a meal together, and the right is for Ling Xi's sake, how about it?"

The five patriarchs looked at each other and refused for a while.

Ling Xi smiled calmly: "This time I happened to bring special products from the closure of the city, such as spirit, flesh and ink. You can enjoy them to your heart's content, how about it?"

Except for Patriarch Shang, the other four don't know what spirit, flesh and ink drunk are.

In the past two years, except for Zhong's family, almost all the orc money they went out to buy was spent on medicine pills, and they didn't dare to waste it at all.

If there is wine and meat, the five will no longer refuse.

Xiongren volunteered and lent the venue to Ling Xi.

Ling Xi thought of the Huren couple that day, and readily agreed.

Early the next morning, Patriarch Xia had already arranged a large open space.

There were many special products of orcs on it, and the patriarchs who came to the party also brought delicious food and wine from various tribes. Ling Xi was not stingy, and took out the spirit meat and ink drunk that were always prepared in the Qiankun bag.

Good food and wine come first, and Ling Xi matches them intentionally or unintentionally.

The most rare thing was that the cat people tribe was still adjusting the atmosphere, and the five patriarchs immediately let go a lot, especially when the spirit flesh and Mo were drunk, their eyes lit up.

Pack it up and put it away for the soldiers in the clan!
Although it is a half-demon, it also has human habits.

The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and many people were lively and happy.

Several patriarchs drank their own wine and started chattering.

The patriarch of the cat people said: "600 years ago, we all fled here together. The five of you and I are just soldiers who have just entered the alchemy stage. Now they are the heads of the various clans. The old patriarchs died with hatred. We have never walked out of the canyon."

"Who says it's not? Before Venerable Qinglu ascended to the ascension, the half-demon was once brilliant." Patriarch Shang looked nostalgic.

Patriarch Xia has a violent temper. Thinking of the past, he slapped the table with both palms: "It has only been more than 300 years since Venerable Qinglu ascended, and all forces have begun to suppress the half-demons and snatch the top-quality spiritual grass left by Venerable Qinglu. The patriarchs suffered casualties and escaped here."

After hearing this, the snake man pursed his lips and drank another glass of dark spirits.

Ling Xi sighed, they were born from the same root, so why bother each other too quickly.

But how did these five people stop touching Mo Zui after taking a sip of Mo Zui?
(End of this chapter)