When Qin Feng's vision became clear, the scene in front of him was indeed shocked.
This is a barren grassland, with gusts of wind and strong grass surging.
In the distance, there are towering ridges that stretch endlessly across the sky and are majestic.
A large river with a width of more than a hundred meters crosses the gorges and rushes eastward.
On both sides of the river, scattered buildings were scattered, and these buildings instantly attracted Qin Feng's attention.
The buildings here are made of fences and boulders. It is a very old tribe.
Around the house, some pottery and animal skins were drying.
There are also many naked men, holding spears, guarding these supplies.
Taking a closer look, the spears in the hands of these big men were not iron tools, but were polished from hard stones.
"Does this great wilderness tribe even have no gold and iron?"
Qin Feng was shocked.
He looked around, and really couldn't see any iron objects as far as he could.
Out of curiosity, Qin Feng unfolded his spiritual consciousness and wanted to thoroughly investigate the tribe in front of him.
But when he mobilized his mental power, he could not help being surprised to find that the scope covered by the divine consciousness was much smaller than he had imagined.
With his current spiritual knowledge, he can only probe the situation within a thousand feet of a radius.
"how so?"
Qin Feng was shocked.
"Different planes, will it affect my cultivation level?"
He frowned and hurriedly used his mana, wanting to test his cultivation level.
However, what surprised him even more was that he could not feel a trace of mana.
"What's the matter? My mana disappeared?"
Qin Feng's eyes widened.
He can still feel that there is a huge aura in his body, but it is not an illegal force, but a real aura.
"Is it true that when I return to the Great Wilderness, even my cultivation base has fallen to the True Qi stage?"
Qin Feng was a little unbelievable.
But when he checked his physical condition, the Nascent Soul still existed, the Five Great Senses did not change, and there was no abnormality in his entire body.
But by the way, the mana has disappeared!
"This is weird."
Qin Feng shook his head again and again, full of doubts in his heart.
Although his body hasn't changed in any way, his mana has disappeared and his cultivation level has decreased, which is a fact.
Obviously, this is directly related to the environment of the Great Desolate Plane.
In order to figure this out, Qin Feng planned to go to the tribe in front of him and find someone to inquire about it.
"who?"
However, before Qin Feng approached, several strong men guarding the tribe, as if they were facing a major enemy, pointed at Qin Feng with Shi Mao.
Especially Qin Feng's dressing up made the other party more vigilant.
Others wear animal skins, while Qin Feng wears commoner clothes.
You must know that in the Great Wilderness era, cloth was very precious, and only some nobles of large tribes had cloth.
"It must be the evil man sent by the barbarian, trying to snatch our pottery and animal skins and kill him."
Before Qin Feng could explain, these strong men stabbed Shimao.
All of these people are powerful, muscles and knots, and the Shimao in their hands is heavy, but they can be swung lightly and effortlessly.
"Sora has brute force, but unfortunately he doesn't know how to use it."
Qin Feng whispered to himself.
With his cultivation base, even if his strength declines, he is much stronger than these ordinary swordsmen.
Qin Feng stretched out his arms, grabbed the camera with five fingers, and instantly captured Shi Mao of the opponent.
boom…
As soon as he exerted a slight force on his fingers, Shi Mao was shattered.
"This barbarian is so powerful!"
Several strong men were stunned.
"I'm not a barbarian villain, you have misunderstood."
Qin Feng grabbed his voice.
"Hmph, the barbarians are the most cunning. Don't believe him. Pottery and animal skins are our vultures. Don't hand them over."
The man headed roared again and again.
Qin Feng was a little helpless, this incompatible commoner on him made him unable to argue.
"Brothers, all come out, the barbarians are coming to grab something again..."
Several other big men yelled everywhere, alarming the entire tribe.
In a moment, hundreds of middle-aged men, armed with stone axes, stone knives, stone Mao... and other different stone tools, surrounded Qin Feng.
The old, young, and young women and children are hiding in the house, secretly watching.
This scene made Qin Feng a little bit dumbfounded.
"Everyone really misunderstood, I'm really not a barbarian."
Qin Feng explained again and again.
"You are not a barbarian, how can you have force? You are not a barbarian, so what are you doing here?"
A middle-aged man dressed in leather and wearing a bone chain scolded.
This person's dress is much more elegant than ordinary people, especially the bone chain on his chest, which is particularly eye-catching.
Qin Feng checked the information and found that in the Great Wilderness tribe, the value of stoneware, pottery, and boneware increased gradually.
Pottery needs to be fired, and the process is complicated.
The bone artifacts were obtained from wild beasts by adventure hunting.
Therefore, bones have the greatest value.
Generally speaking, only tribal chiefs, or heroes who have made great contributions, are eligible to wear bone weapons.
The more bones worn, the more expensive the identity.
The middle-aged man wearing a bone chain in front of him is the chief of this tribe.
"Only the bullies of the barbarians can practice force. You just destroyed our Shimao easily. That is a symbol of force. Do you dare to say that you are not a barbarian?"
The chief scolded again and again.
It seems that in the Great Desolate Era, not everyone can practice.
Ordinary people fight their strength just for hunting, which is not considered to be a practice of force.
When faced with the chief's question, Qin Feng really didn't know how to answer. He couldn't always say that he came from the future, right
"Everyone blasted him out for me."
The chief gave an order, and hundreds of big men swarmed.
"Why bother?"
Qin Feng sighed helplessly.
Before everyone approached, he burst out a real anger, and knocked the opponent out.
Many people are staggering like a gourd.
The stone tools in everyone's hands were also shattered and turned into powder.
"What a terrible force..."
This situation made the chief dumbfounded.
The power Qin Feng displayed was stronger than the bravest warrior in their tribe.
"Who is doing evil here?"
Just as everyone was being repelled, across the river, there was a loud cry.
Qin Feng glanced sideways, and saw that several burly men in animal skins leaped forward and fell in front of him.
The energy and blood of these brawny men is obviously much more terrifying, and they are tribal warriors who have practiced military force.
Moreover, they all have bone tools, or bone knives, or bone spears in their hands.
"Huh? What text is that?"
What surprised Qin Feng even more was that these bone artifacts were engraved with weird inscriptions, fluctuating with mysterious energy.
"You finally came back, this guy is a barbarian, kill him soon."
The chief was overjoyed, as if he had caught the straw.
"Barbarian?"
Hearing this, these brawny men changed their colors one after another.
Qi and blood surged in their bodies, and the bones in their hands actually emitted a faint white light.
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