Wheel shovel to kill him!

Listening to Bai Ze's words, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but have a strange complexion, looked sideways at Bai Ze, and showed a strange tone in his eyes: "This guy's body has the power to open mountains and crack stones, and I am afraid that it is not appropriate to use a shovel, if it is touched by the claws of this evil obstacle, it will be the end of broken tendons and fractures at that time." ”

Yang Sanyang motioned to Bai Ze to take the fishing rod and not let the rod fall, he took out the sky-shaking bow from his sleeve, and then thought of an arrow in his heart and appeared in his hand.

Bend the bow and arrow, and all the actions are done in one go.

Arrows come out, the wind thunders, and blood bursts out.

The body of the Mifeng Demon King was shot out of a big hole, and the red blood flowed down, and Yang Sanyang hurriedly pushed the ceramic bowl over.

"Ancestor spare his life! Ancestor spare his life! It is not easy for me to wait for ants to cultivate, and I hope that Ancestor will spare my little life!" "The Demon King of Mifeng kept pleading, and his voice was full of sorrow and sorrow.

"Hmph, don't you evil beast want to eat me, why are you still begging me for mercy now?" Bai Ze smiled coldly: "Today, Ancestor, I will cramp and skin you, so that you know that the majesty of the innate gods cannot be offended. ”

"As long as the ancestor is willing to let go of the little one, the little one is willing to sit down and drive the ancestor, and he is willing to let the cattle and horses be driven!"

"It's a pity, if you are left alive on weekdays, it may not be impossible, but since you have seen the treasure of that little barbarian, even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, it will definitely not be able to save you!" Bai Ze shook his head.

"Whoosh~"

Another arrow was fired, and the throat of the Mifeng Demon King was pierced, and this time his mouth was completely closed.

He's dead!

Who would have thought that the Mifeng Demon King would die so cleanly, without the slightest turmoil, and slowly stuffed the sun-shooting bow into his sleeve, Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze: "This time, I breathed a bad breath for the ancestor." ”

"Ancestor, I have made a note of your kid's kindness!" Bai Ze rolled his eyes and stroked the fishing rod in his hand: "Good baby, it's a pity it's not mine!"

Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes, ignoring Bai Ze's words, but took the fishing rod back by himself: "Let go!"

"Show me a little longer, don't be so stingy!" Bai Ze clutched the fishing rod tightly.

Yang Sanyang tugged for a moment, but he didn't move, and said with a cold face:

"You are an innate god, who knew that this fishing rod would stay in your hands for a long time, and this treasure would not be mine. ”

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and only after a while did he say: "You kid has wronged me, the origin seal of that treasure is in your hands, who can drive this treasure without your permission?"

Yang Sanyang was noncommittal, but still rubbed Bai Ze's hair, snatched the fishing rod back, and then went to deal with the dead Mifeng Demon King.

No demon pills found!

Disemboweled, blood dripping, all caught by the ceramic basin, and then Yang Sanyang cramped and peeled the skin of the leopard essence and boiled it into a pot of big bone broth, with various seasonings, and the aroma was overflowing for a while.

"Yes, come over and eat more!" Yang Sanyang beckoned Ye to come over, and put the liver, gallbladder, heart, lungs, stomach, and eyes of the Mifeng Demon King in front of Ye.

He wanted to try to see if after eating enough demon beast meat, would he evolve again and refine the horizontal bones in his body.

Yang Sanyang's craftsmanship is good, he eats happily, and a group of primitive people are watching from the side, revealing a touch of envy.

In the face of the flesh and blood of demon beasts, animal instinct drove the birth of a touch of desire in the hearts of this group of primitives.

After Yang Sanyang and the female leader and Ye had eaten and drunk to their heart's content, and then with a roar, all the primitives rushed over and began to divide the flesh and blood essence of the demon beast.

The demon beasts were eliminated, and Yang Sanyang then began to train the tribe to use bows and arrows to chase and kill the beasts, and then chop down trees to build fences.

"You plan to domesticate the beast, but have you decided which one to dome?" Bai Ze swept past the enthusiastic people outside, burying stakes and tying ropes, and couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"There seems to be a flock of sheep nearby," Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a scorching light.

Since he wanted to domesticate the beast as a domestic thing, Yang Sanyang had already made preparations, and he had set his sights on the sheep a year ago.

The flock was indeed the flock he had seen in his previous life.

A flock that eats only grass and no meat.

"The sheep are not slow to react, how are you going to hunt?" Bai Ze said in a low voice.

If you want to domesticate the flock, you can't use a bow and arrow.

Hearing this, Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Naturally, it is to use a net to set a trap, and then add artificial expulsion. There were about 300 sheep in the flock, and it was difficult to catch them all. ”

The primitive tribe humans rose up with bows and arrows, and the frightened beasts fled, panicking all day long, but they created a kingdom for those gentle herbivores to survive.

Yang Sanyang not only saw the sheep, but also the deer migrating, where the beasts were suppressed to the extreme, and the humming of the arrows made the beasts like frightened birds.

The farther the beast is from humans, the closer the flock is to humans.

Even humans can see flocks of sheep and deer when they go out, and the flocks of sheep and deer seem to know that it will be safe to get close to the human race, and they gradually lean closer to them before they know it.

"Hundreds of sheep, as long as you concentrate on raising them for more than ten years, you can become a big tool!" Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, and his eyes lit up as he stared at the sheep in the distance.

The sheep are in front of you, but how to catch them is a difficult problem, and there is only one chance to hunt, otherwise once you alarm these cunning little ones, I am afraid that they will be scared away.

Yang Sanyang has always strictly ordered the tribal group not to capture prey, and after more than a year of contact with humans, the sheep gradually believe that humans are harmless animals, as long as they are not too close, they will not alarm the sheep.

"Hunting! Form an encirclement, open a large net, and drive the sheep into the sheepfold!" This is the strategy set by Yang Sanyang.

The day when the prey will run out, domestication is king.

With the killing of humans, all the beasts will eventually be forced away, and they will not dare to stay in the human living quarters, and the more humans there are, the fewer the beasts will be.

"Tomorrow we will start capturing the sheep!" Yang Sanyang had a plan in his heart, and silently counted the number of large nets, but it was enough.

The sheepfold is not open-air, it is woven with a layer of fishing nets, and the bouncing power of the primitive sheep is not questioned, and it is unrealistic to enclose the wild sheep with a fence that is only two people high.

Sunset and sunrise.

Early in the morning of the second day

After Yang Sanyang finished washing and eating the fish, he summoned the men, women and children in his subordinates, drew drawings on the ground, first pointed to the sheep, and then pointed to the sheepfold, and then made a hunting action.

Although the words are incomprehensible, Yang Sanyang will never underestimate the wisdom of this group of primitives, but after three or five times of effort, all the primitives nodded one after another, and they already understood what Yang Sanyang meant.

The hunt begins

The sheep were still eating the grass unhurriedly, not noticing that the primitive people had quietly surrounded the entire flock and the sheepfold.

Men, women, and children went into battle together, and the more than 8,000 people of the tribe spread their nets from all sides, and then kept closing in on the flock.

Then the sheep seemed to sense that something was wrong, and immediately became alert, but at this time the hunting circle had been formed, only the direction of the sheepfold was not manned by primitive people.

"Baa~~~"

The sheep screamed in confusion, with a slight hint of panic, and under the leadership of the head sheep, they ran in the direction of the sheepfold.

The plan was as perfect as Yang Sanyang imagined, seeing that all the sheep had entered the sheepfold, and then the fence portal was closed, and the layers of wire nets were opened, blocking the entire sheepfold impermeable.

A group of sheep were innocently screaming in the sheepfold, and the voice was full of anxious taste, at this time, Yang Sanyang's trapped fairy rope flew out of his hand, tied the head sheep, and then dragged it over for a while, and then tied the head sheep in the sheepfold with a rope that was prepared in advance, completely eliminating the hope of the sheep escaping.

It's done!

The flock is made!

Pointing to the grass on the ground, Yang Sanyang made the action of harvesting the grass to feed the sheep, and a group of intelligent primitive people immediately knew what Yang Sanyang meant, and then began to mow the grass outside without saying a word.

Unable to understand words, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave and watched the sheep, he wanted to stop the primitive people from killing the sheep. He couldn't tell the primitive people that the sheep couldn't be killed, but he could stop the primitive people from trying to kill the sheep, and after stopping it three or five times, everyone would understand what he meant.

"Language!" Yang Sanyang frowned, and his eyes looked into the distance, revealing a dignified expression.

How can a tribe without a language prosper? After all, this is a burden on their hearts.

Without language, it means that communication is difficult, inefficient, and there is no civilization inheritance of its own, and it is too difficult for human beings to rise in this great wilderness.

"Heng Gu!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

At this time, some primitive people couldn't hold back their desire to rush to seize the sheepfold and catch sheep, but when they heard Yang Sanyang's serious roar, all the primitive people were stunned, and they turned their heads to look at Yang Sanyang in unison.

Yang Sanyang stepped forward with a gloomy face, kicked and kicked at all the primitives, and kept reprimanding.

After two years of language learning, although everyone couldn't speak, they could probably understand the meaning of Yang Sanyang's words in a daze.

This sheep can't be eaten!

At least without the order of the chief, you can't eat it!

Not only can they not eat, but they also have to constantly mow the grass and feed them, and they have to gradually get closer to the sheep all day long, and have a good relationship with the sheep.

If you want to tame the flock, it will take at least three years to get acquainted with and deepen the closeness and trust between the two parties through generations.

If the first sheep want to be tamed, it is simply impossible. He can only put his goal and hope on the little sheep, who is full of curiosity about everything, the whole world, and human nature.

As long as the lamb is constantly contacted and the trust of the other party is gained, after three or five generations, the whole flock will be tamed.

Domestication is a test of patience, but fortunately, the most important thing Yang Sanyang lacks is patience.

"The next step is to look for grains that can be eaten by humans, and as long as the three conditions are met, they can be cultivated. First: large output. Second: easy to survive. Third: no side effects!"