I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng defeated Ming Guang with his gun empty-handed, and all the hunting team members were dumbfounded.

Although they didn't know how Mu Feng did it in an instant, it was an indisputable fact to defeat Mingguang with his weapons empty-handed.

No one knows, the warchief is right!

Mingguang understood Mu Feng's "sympathy" for him, got up from the ground and knelt on one knee: "Warchief, is this the martial art you are talking about? Please teach us!"

Mu Feng nodded: "It's okay to teach you, but now your physical stamina can't keep up, and your reaction is not good. Even if you teach it to you, I'm afraid you won't learn it!"

"Huh?" Mingguang frowned, "Can you just do it once and show us it?"

"Okay!" Seeing that Mingguang did not believe in evil, Mu Feng handed the bamboo spear to Mingguang and let him slowly stabbed him over, then slowly stretched out his hand, and slowly lowered his shoulders to signal.

He explained while demonstrating, making sure they could see each step clearly, and then asked: "Did you understand?"

Mingguang nodded first: "I see, I learned it!"

"Learned?" Mu Feng said with a weird smile.

"I learned it!" Mingguang definitely nodded.

Others nodded one after another: "We learned too!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng didn't explain, he held the stick in his hand and looked at Mingguang, "Try this stick first!"

Mingguang wondered: "Warchief, didn't you use a bamboo spear?"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "This is enough, you will understand later!"

"Okay!" Mingguang nodded puzzledly.

With that, he pulled back and signaled that he was also ready.

Mu Feng grinned and shot a gun with a stick in one hand, poking at Mingguang flatly.

Ming Guang watched the stick poking over, and was about to dodge sideways, but gave a "poof" poke straight in the chest.

"Humhhhhhh"!

Mingguang stepped back one after another, looking at Mu Feng incredulously.

Only then did he realize that if Mu Feng used a bamboo spear, this spear would really chill his heart!

The others in the hunting team were also stunned. Ming Mufeng taught them this way, and he stabbed them like this now. Why couldn't Mingguang take the weapon?

Mu Feng looked at the hunting team's dumbfounded look and couldn't help but smile: "You seem to have learned, but you didn't figure out one thing, that is, your reaction can't keep up!"

"Can't keep up with the reaction?" Everyone was puzzled again, "What is the reaction?"

Mu Feng shook his head helplessly, and motioned to Han Shu: "You stretch out your fist and hit me!"

Han Shu didn't ask too much, and he came directly with a punch, Mu Feng ducked sideways, and at the same time stretched out his hand and patted Han Shu's fist.

Han Shu looked surprised: "How is it possible!"

Mu Feng said again: "I'm going to hit you next!"

Han Shu looked like an enemy, and immediately stared at Mu Feng's hand with wide eyes.

After Han Shu was ready, Mu Feng stretched out his hand and swept towards Han Shu's wrist with lightning speed.

Han Shu wanted to avoid it, but he clenched Mu Feng's wrist tightly!

"Ah!" Everyone reacted now: why they understood but couldn't learn.

"Warchief, I understand!" Han Shu said solemnly, "The reaction you said is speed, and our speed can't keep up!"

"Yes!" Mu Feng nodded, "I see, I understand, but your speed can't keep up!"

"Then how can we keep up?" someone asked.

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Simple, starting today, all of you will have to receive physical training to improve your physical fitness root response ability and endurance!"

"How to train?" Someone started asking again.

Mu Feng glanced at them and began to elaborate on the training plan.

His training methods are also combined with the physical training content of the ancient army and the modern army, including weight-bearing, jogging, cross-country running, etc., and even sit-ups and pull-ups.

He believes that with this complete training system, these hunting team members-future fighters in the tribe, their physical fitness and various comprehensive qualities will surely far surpass other tribes.

It can even be said to be far beyond this era.

Of course, Ma Wuye is not fat. Since he wants to make hunters a qualified fighter, he must keep up with him in training and diet.

After coming out of the training ground, he found Lihu and told him that the tribe should train fighters. At the same time, he told Jiyang and the people in charge of cooking to give more food to the hunting team.

Of course, he has already thought about it. If he can, he will give a meal with meat and vegetables to the fighters' training situation later.

After doing this, Mu Feng took the little wolf to the cornfield again.

Yesterday, he used two techniques to act on the corn field at the same time. The corn has grown ears, and he should be able to eat it again today.

Sure enough, after he performed the operation again, the ears that were ten centimeters long had grown a bit longer and became thicker.

Because I was prepared today, I feel less weak this time than yesterday.

He chose a corn ear that was about the thickness of a forearm, peeled off the bracts, and rows of bright yellow corn kernels inside!

"Ah!" Mu Feng was pleasantly surprised, "Sure enough it has grown out!"

He stretched out his hand to break the corn off the pole, peeled off all the bracts twice, wiped off the corn whiskers on it, holding it, and gnawed it.

"Well, not bad!" Mu Feng chewed twice and wiped his mouth. "Although it is not as sweet as later generations, it has a high starch content and is more sticky!"

"Hahaha!" Mu Feng laughed loudly, "It's also bigger than the corn ears that were broken off from Dongshan, and the corn kernels are a bit square!"

You should know that only square corn kernels mean that high yield is possible. Not to mention that round corn kernels occupies space one by one, there is really no yield.

He looked around and found that there were corn cobs all around him, overjoyed, even the corn seedlings were broken, and a dozen of them were broken, and then he held the corn contentedly and returned.

After harvesting the corn, Mu Feng was in a good mood, and said to the hemp seeds: "Hemp seeds, today you can go to the outer wall to catch prey, and come back before dark!"

The marijuana seeds received mercy, and jumped and screamed the other four wolves and ran outside.

Mu Feng didn't worry about an accident. It must have been more than a month since he had "wandered" several times in the bushes near the tribe with marijuana seeds.

He has his own business to be busy-cooking corn!

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