Hey, hey, hey! Your golden finger is mine.

On the other side, Su Ming had a gloomy face as he looked at the women in front of him who were looking him up and down wantonly.

Damn it, how dare these people look at me like that!

Su Ming was extremely angry.

Of course, he could just leave, but then he wouldn't be able to approach his sister openly...

If I attack these mortals now, my sister will easily find out...

Thinking of this, Su Ming frowned.

If my sister discovered my unusualness, I'm afraid she would leave this world immediately...

The women surrounding Su Ming couldn't help but frown when they saw that he remained silent.

"Su Ming, we're giving you a privilege because you've lived in our tribe for so long. We're letting you choose between us. Don't be ungrateful!"

"Exactly. Do you really think that with your frail appearance, you are worthy of being our clan leader?"

"Our clan leader is going to become an immortal. How could we possibly ruin her plans because of you?"

"If you're obedient, considering your performance during this period, we'll let you choose a partner and stay in the tribe. If you don't know what's good for you, we'll kick you out!"

Everyone was talking at once, looking at Su Ming aggressively.

Su Ming looked at everyone and sneered, "If that's the case, then I'll leave!"

I'm afraid he has no choice but to leave. I can't let him stay and be a stud...

After Su Ming finished speaking, he was about to go out, but Sang Yang stopped him again.

"It's not that easy to just leave if you want to!"

Su Ming looked at Sang Yang coldly: "What else do you want?"

Sang Yang was frightened by Su Ming's aura and was speechless for a long time.

Su Ming looked at the others again.

The others avoided his gaze, not daring to look him in the eye.

Su Ming snorted coldly and walked out.

Not until Su Ming's figure completely disappeared did the others look at Sang Yang.

"Deputy Chief, are we just going to let him go like this?"

"Su Ming has been in our tribe for so long, and now we're just letting him go for nothing..."

"But he looked so scary just now..."

Sang Yang recalled Su Ming's look just now and couldn't help but shiver.

"Forget it, just leave. He hasn't been eating and drinking for free during his time in our tribe..."

In the center of the deepest part of the extremely cold land, Sang Luo sat in the air, wearing a white robe with his sleeves fluttering in the air.

She closed her eyes tightly, her expression solemn, and her hands were rapidly changing the magic gestures.

As her fingers danced, the violent and raging extreme cold force around her was drawn in and continuously gathered towards the Xuanling Sword in front of her.

I saw the extremely cold power rushing into the sword body at an astonishing speed like blue streams of light.

Every time a stream of light merged into the sword body, it caused the Xuanling Sword to tremble slightly and emit an even more biting chill.

The temperature of the entire space also dropped sharply due to the gathering of this powerful energy, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

As the last trace of extreme cold power merged into the sword body, the Xuanling Sword suddenly shone brightly.

Sang Luo opened his eyes and a look of joy appeared on his face.

It’s finally done!

The entire blade of the Xuanling Sword began to vibrate violently! Along with this vibration.

The originally inky black sword body began to fade away little by little, and was replaced by a fascinating ice blue.

As the color of the sword changed, the surrounding air seemed to condense into frost due to the cold air it emitted, making people shudder.

Sang Luo stretched out his hand excitedly and grasped the Xuanling Sword.

She exerted a little force and pulled it out of the scabbard. In an instant, a cold light flashed, making people shudder.

Sang Luo held the Xuanling Sword and casually swung it in the air a few times. The sword made sharp whistling sounds as it sliced through the air.

Sang Luo looked at the Xuanling Sword in his hand, a smile of great satisfaction appearing on his face.

The power of extreme cold has been collected enough. Next, you only need to collect ninety-nine and eighty-one pure yang power, and you can leave this world!

Sang Luo teleported and appeared again at the edge of a huge crater.

The crater is filled with billowing smoke and hot magma. From time to time, red lava gushes out from the crater, splashing on the surrounding rocks and making crackling sounds.

Sang Luo stood beside the crater and threw the Xuanling Sword in his hand directly into the crater. The Xuanling Sword hovered above the crater.

At the same time, Sang Luo began to quickly change various complicated spells, muttering to himself.

In an instant, streams of red energy surged out from the crater and continuously converged towards the Xuanling Sword.

Sang Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for another eighty-one days, the Xuanling Sword will be able to recover to 40% of its original power.

Sang Luo returned to the tribe again. She habitually scanned the entire tribe with her spiritual sense, and then raised her eyebrows.

Wow, Sang Yang is quite efficient!

Su Ming can't stay here any longer, and I don't know where he will go...

Without Su Ming's disturbance, Sang Luo stopped seclusion and started wandering around the tribe.

The tribesmen in the tribe were hurriedly gathering in the square.

Sang Luo frowned and flew away from the square.

"Chief!" The sharp-eyed Sang Yang quickly spotted Sang Luo. She shouted loudly and trotted to Sang Luo's side.

Sang Luo looked confused: "What happened?"

Sang Yang took a breath and quickly said, "Chief, the Dynasty Tribe is attacking!"

Sang Luo frowned.

She had just come out of the Dynasty Tribe three hours ago. Xia Ming should still be making weapons at this time. Why did he suddenly attack her?

Just as I was thinking about it, a deafening roar came from the sky.

Sang Luo looked up.

A huge shadow gradually emerged in the sky.

As the distance got closer, the figure became clearer and clearer.

It sparkles with dazzling metallic luster all over, and its streamlined body design is full of technological sense.

This is actually a mecha!

Sang Luo twitched his lips.

No?

Isn't this a bit much?

At least I only brought out a tank, and you brought out a fucking mecha?

Isn’t this a primitive world?

At this moment, Xia Ming's voice came from the mecha in the sky.

"Kawabe!"

"Are you ready to feel the wrath of the God... the Imperial Tribe?"

Sang Luo's spiritual sense instantly swept across the mecha in the sky. In the cockpit on the chest of the mecha was Xia Ming with an excited look on his face.

Sang Luo spread his spiritual sense to the surrounding area, and indeed found Su Ming's presence in the distant forest.

At this time, Su Ming was holding a spear and throwing it hard at a rabbit in the distance.

The spear accurately nailed the rabbit to the tree. Su Ming immediately ran over and picked up the rabbit, his face full of joy at having captured prey.

Sang Luo: “…”

Great acting...

If I hadn't recovered my memory, I would have thought you were just an ordinary primitive man...