He was cut to death by shovel!

Listening to Bai Ze's words, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but look strange. He turned his head to look at Bai Ze, and a strange tone appeared in his eyes: "This guy's body has the power to break mountains and crack stones. It's probably inappropriate to use a shovel. If he is touched by this evil claw, he will end up with a broken tendon and a broken bone at that time."

Yang Sanyang signaled Bai Ze to hold the fishing rod and prevent the movement from falling. He took out the sky-shaking bow from his sleeve, and then he thought of an arrow in his mind to appear in his hand.

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

Arrows come out, wind and thunder move, and blood bursts out.

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

"Give me your life! Give me your life! It's not easy for us to practice ants, so I hope my life will be spared!" The Demon King Mifeng kept begging, his voice full of sorrow.

"Hmph, don't you, a villain, want to eat me? Why are you still begging for mercy with me now?" Bai Ze smiled coldly: "Today, I will peel you up from the cramps and skin you, so that you can know that the majesty of the innate gods cannot be offended."

"As long as the ancestor is willing to let the young one go, the young one is willing to sit down and drive the old one, and be willing to help the cow and horses!" The Demon King Mifeng really fell this time, feeling the passing vitality and kept exclaiming.

"It's a pity that it might be okay to save your life on weekdays, but since you have seen the little barbarian's treasure, even if the god Daluo descends, he will definitely not be able to save you!" Bai Ze shook his head.

"Swoosh~"

The arrow shot out again, and the Demon King Mifeng's throat was pierced, and this time he completely closed his mouth.

Dead!

Who would have thought that the Demon King Mifeng died so neatly, without any storm, and slowly stuffed the sun-shooting bow into his sleeve. Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze: "This time I gave an angry breath for the ancestor."

"Old ancestor, I'll remember your kindness!" Bai Ze rolled his eyes and stroked the fishing rod in his hand: "What a pity, it's not mine!"

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

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

Yang Sanyang pulled it a little, but didn't pull it, and said with a cold face:

"You are a congenital god. Who knows that this fishing rod is still mine if it stays in your hands for a while."

Bai Ze was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he said, "You boy have wronged me. The origin of the treasure is imprinted in your hands. Who can drive this treasure without you allowing?"

Yang Sanyang refused to comment, but rubbed Bai Ze's hair, took the fishing rod back, and then went to deal with the dead Mifeng Demon King.

No demon pill was found!

The belly was broken, and the blood was dripping, and all of them were caught in the ceramic basin. Then Yang Sanyang cut the leopard essence into a pot of big bone soup, and with various seasonings, the aroma was overflowing for a moment.

"Yeah, come and eat more!" Yang Sanyang greeted him and placed the liver, gallbladder, heart, lungs, stomach, and eyes of the Demon King Mifeng.

He wanted to try it out, after eating enough monster meat, will it evolve again and the cross bones in his body be refined.

Yang Sanyang has good skills and is very happy to eat. A group of primitive people are watching, showing a hint of envy.

Facing the flesh and blood of monsters, animal instincts drive a hint of desire in the hearts of these primitive people.

Yang Sanyang and the female leader, after eating and drinking, they roared, and the primitive people rushed over and began to divide the flesh and blood essence of the monsters.

The monsters were eliminated. Yang Sanyang then began to train the tribe to use bows and arrows to chase wild beasts, and then chopped trees to build fences.

"You are planning to tame wild beasts, but have you figured out which one to tame?" Bai Ze swept over the busy tribes outside, burying piles and tying ropes, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"There seems to be a flock of sheep nearby." A bright light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

Since he wanted to tame wild animals as a domestic property, Yang Sanyang had already prepared something, and he set his sights on the flock of sheep a year ago.

The flock of sheep is indeed the flock he saw in his previous life.

Flocks of sheep that only eat grass and not meat.

"The flock is not slow to react. How do you plan to hunt?" Bai Ze whispered.

Since you want to tame the sheep, you can't use bows and arrows.

Hearing this, Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Of course, he used a net to set up traps and then manually expelled them. There were about 300 sheep in the flock, and it was a bit difficult to catch more than 300 sheep in one go."

The humans of the primitive tribes rose up strongly with bows and arrows, scaring wild animals to escape with their tails. They were in panic all day long, but they created a survival kingdom for the gentle herbivores.

Yang Sanyang not only saw the flock of sheep, but also saw the deer migrating. Here the beast was suppressed to the extreme, and the buzzing sound of arrows made the beast like a frightened bird.

The further away the wild beasts are from humans, the closer the flock is to humans.

Even when humans go out, they can see flocks of sheep, deer, flocks of sheep and deer seem to know that it will be safe to get close to the human race, and they gradually approached without realizing it.

"Hundreds of sheep can become great if they are dedicated to raising them for more than ten years!" Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, staring at the flock of sheep in the distance, and his eyes shone.

The flock is right in front of you, but how to capture it is a difficult problem. There is only one chance to hunt, otherwise if these cunning little guys are alarmed, they will probably be scared away.

Yang Sanyang has always strictly ordered tribes not to capture prey. After more than a year of contact with humans, the flock gradually believed that humans were harmless animals. As long as they were not too close, they would not alarm the flock.

"Hunting! Form a circle of encirclement, open the big net, and drive the flock into the sheep pen!" This is the strategy set by Yang Sanyang.

There will be one day when prey is finished, and domestic maintenance is the king.

With the killing of humans, all wild animals will eventually be forced away and dare not stay in the human residence. The more humans, the fewer wild animals will be.

"The flock will start to capture tomorrow!" Yang Sanyang had a plan in his mind, and silently calculated the number of large networks, which was enough.

The sheep pen is not open-air, and a layer of fishing net is woven on it. There is no need to question the jumping power of the primitive sheep. It is unrealistic to want to surround the wild sheep with a fence that is only two people high.

Sunset and sunrise.

The next morning

After Yang Sanyang finished washing and eating fish, he summoned men, women, young and old in the ministry to draw drawings on the ground, first pointing to the flock of sheep, then pointing to the sheep pen, and then making hunting moves.

Although he could not speak, Yang Sanyang would never underestimate the wisdom of these primitive people. After only three or five times, the primitive people nodded and understood what Yang Sanyang meant.

Hunting begins

The flock of sheep was still eating the grass slowly, without any notice that the primitive people had quietly surrounded the entire flock and the sheep pen.

Men, women, young and old, and more than 8,000 people in the tribe opened a large net from all directions, and then kept approaching the flock.

Then the flock seemed to notice something was wrong and became alert, but at this time the hunting circle had already formed, and there was no primitive man guarding the sheep pen.

"What~"

The flock of sheep screamed in confusion, with a slight sense of panic. Under the leadership of the leading sheep, they bumped around at a loss and ran towards the sheep pen.

The plan was as perfect as Yang Sanyang imagined. When he saw all the sheep entering the sheep pen, the fence door was closed, and the layers of wire mesh were opened, blocking the entire sheep pen into airtightness.

A flock of sheep screamed innocently in the sheep pen, and the voice was full of anxiety. At this time, Yang Sanyang flew out his immortal rope, tied the head sheep, then pulled it over for a while, and tied the head sheep into the sheep pen with a rope woven in advance, completely eliminating the hope of the flock to escape.

It's done!

The flock is formed!

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

He couldn't speak, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the flock of sheep. He wanted to stop the primitive man from killing sheep. He could not tell the primitive man that sheep could not be killed, but he could stop it while the primitive man wanted to kill sheep. After stopping it three or five times, everyone would understand what he meant.

"Text!" Yang Sanyang frowned, his eyes looked into the distance, revealing a solemn look.

How can a tribe without language prosper? This is ultimately a burden that weighs on its heart.

Without language, it means communication difficulties, inefficiency, and lack of its own civilization inheritance. It is too difficult for humans to rise in this great wilderness.

"Handiculous bone!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

At this time, the primitive man could not help but want to catch the sheep pen and catch the sheep, but when he heard Yang Sanyang's serious roar, the primitive man was stunned and turned his head to look at Yang Sanyang in unison.

Yang Sanyang walked forward with a gloomy expression, kicked and kicked the primitive people, constantly scolding them.

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

This sheep cannot be eaten!

At least there is no order from the leader, you can't eat it!

Not only can't eat it, but everyone also has to keep mowing grass and feeding it. They also have to gradually get closer to the flock of sheep all day long and establish a good relationship with the flock.

It takes at least three years to tame the flock. Through generations of familiarity, deepening the closeness and trust between the two sides.

It was impossible for the first batch of sheep to tame. He could only put his goal and hope on the lamb. The lamb was curious about everything, curious about the whole world, and naturally curious about humans.

As long as you keep contacting the lambs and gain the trust of the other party, after three or five generations, the entire flock will be considered tamed.

Taming is a test of patience, but fortunately, what Yang Sanyang lacks the most is patience.
Chapter completed!