When he returned to Nanping, Tang Hao began to count the harvest.

Spiritual stones piled up into mountains, and various magic weapons and materials were piled into hills, and the five-colored treasure light swayed his eyes.

These were all robbed by him.

He looked at it one by one and put it in different categories.

For him, most of these were useless and they were to be thrown to Tianxuanzi.

Tang Hao liked the Qingshuang Sword quite a lot and was ready to stay and use it himself. The cauldron cannot be used at the moment, and he is just in need of a transitional magic weapon.

After sorting out the things, Tang Hao went to the underground palace and gave them to Tianxuanzi.

In the next few days, he stayed in Nanping, delving into alchemy techniques, and occasionally inquire about the situation outside.

After the storm subsided, he left Nanping and asked about the news about Daohuo.

However, Daohuo is too rare and there is no news at all.

On this day, Yuncang's great alchemist came to Nanping.

"Daohuo! It's indeed a good thing!" When Tang Hao asked about Daohuo, Yun Cang stroked his long beard and said with a smile.

"The Dao Fire is powerful and can be used to fight or refine alchemy. It is the treasure that our alchemist dreams of. However, this thing is too rare."

As he said that, Yun Cang shook his head and sighed.

"Our southern region only appeared in Wuse Mountain some time ago, and it hasn't appeared for many years. It's too difficult to find one!"

Tang Hao frowned and said, "We are really not in the southern region?"

"this……"

Yun Cang hesitated for a moment and said, "There is no Danyuan. As far as I know, there is no force in our southern region that has..."

Tang Hao looked disappointed.

"Ah! By the way!"

At this time, Yun Cang seemed to remember something and said, "It may not be possible. I have heard that the ancient barbarian tribe in the west holds a kind of holy fire, but I don't know if it is the Taoist fire."

"The ancient barbarian tribe?"

Tang Hao was stunned and remembered the guys who were following him.

In the Southern Region, there are many forces, sects, cities, countries, and tribes. On the border, there are the White Horse Tribe, and in the entire Southern Region, there are many tribes.

Among them, this ancient barbarian tribe is the most special.

Yun Cang smiled and said, "I heard from you, and I can't do it accurately! This ancient barbarian tribe is not easy to mess with, so don't mess with them."

Tang Hao responded, but he secretly wrote it down in his heart.

He pondered for a long time when he saw Master Yuncang away.

This ancient barbarian tribe is one of the most powerful forces in the southern region and is indeed not easy to mess with. However, I heard that this ancient barbarian tribe has also been a master recently and searching for him everywhere.

In this way, there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"If you miss this time, you might not have a chance!"

Tang Hao quickly made up his mind and prepared to go to the Guman tribe to explore.

After talking to Xingtong, he set out and headed west.

In the western part of the Southern Region, there are vast mountains, in which ancient barbarians live.

This tribe cultivates the body, has a strong body, and uses weapons during combat. The supreme spiritual material he won back then was forged into a spear.

Near the mountains, Tang Hao inquired in detail and found out the situation of the ancient barbarians.

As for the holy fire, no one knew about it, so Tang Hao decided to lurk in and take a closer look.

He touched the mountain and met an ancient barbarian near the ancient barbarian tribe. He was not very old, only about twenty years old, and was a little thin, unlike most ancient barbarians.

On his back, he carried a medicine basket, which was obviously coming out to collect herbs.

Tang Hao touched him, knocked him out with a stick, and then turned himself into the other person's appearance, even taking off his clothes and putting on him.

He immediately transformed himself into an ancient barbarian.

Then, he searched his soul and found out the situation of this person.

"Forget it, I won't kill you!"

Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, but did not kill this guy, but tied it up and threw it into the magma space.

"Okay!"

He clapped his hands, put on his back on the medicine basket, walked around, picked a lot of medicine, and walked towards the tribe.

Along the way, he digested the memories of the ancient barbarians.

This person's name is Lei Mu. He is a medicine child who collects herbs. Among the ancient man tribes, the status of the medicine child who collects herbs is the lowest. Only some young people with poor qualifications and poor backgrounds will become medicine children.

Every day, I go out to collect herbs. Not only is the work very tiring, but I also delay my practice.

Most of the people of the same generation are concentrating on their practice and do not need to do such tiring work at all.

"Amu!"

After walking for a while, an ancient barbarian young man came towards him, and he also shouted at him with a medicine basket on his back.

Tang Hao quickly recognized this person, named Lei Shou, and was also a medicinal collector, and had a good relationship with Lei Mu.

"How is it? How much medicine has been taken?"

The young man strode over.

"Fifty plants are enough!" Tang Hao said, "Where are you?"

"Hey! We are all lucky today! I'm enough, go home."

The young man smiled.

Children who collect herbs have tasks every day and must collect fifty plants.

"Walk!"

Tang Hao tightened the medicine basket and took the lead in walking.

"Oh! It's another day, you said, when will it be?" Lei Shou followed up and sighed as the sunset falling in the sky.

Tang Hao said: "Study medicine well, and you may be a formal medicine boy in the future and serve the pharmacist, which is much better than now."

This ancient barbarian tribe also has pharmacists, and they make some body-refining medicines. The ancient barbarians rely on these medicines to practice, so the status of pharmacists is very high.

"Yes! It's a pity that I really can't remember this elm-head! There are too many medicines!" Lei Shou sighed.

While talking, we arrived at the tribe.

The tribe is very big. Looking around, the hills are covered with ancient barbarian flags.

When they walked in, there were simple wooden houses on the roadside, with a rough style. The two of them came to a wooden house, handed over the medicine, and returned to the place where the herbicide child lived.

The room was ragged and nothing was left except a bed.

Tang Hao lay on the bed, raised his legs, and continued to digest the memory.

After passing it, he finally found the memory of the Holy Fire.

Among the ancient barbarians, there is indeed a holy fire. In the holy land of the ancient barbarians, it is used to temper the physical body of the younger generation in the clan.

The ancient barbarians became adults at the age of sixteen, and the best of them were qualified to enter the holy land and receive baptism of the holy fire. Those with poor qualifications like Lei Mu were not qualified.

"Holy Land? How to get in?"

Tang Hao was a little worried. He was as vigilant as such places, and ordinary people could not enter.

In the next few days, Tang Hao pretended to be a herbicide child, went out to collect herbs during the day, sneak out at night, and inquire about the situation of the holy land.

There were masters guarding the holy land, so he couldn't get in, so he could only take a few glances from afar.
Chapter completed!