When Fei heard this, he couldn't help being shocked. Only the Qiu sisters knew about his own cultivation, and did not let others know. How did his mother know about it? His eyes couldn't help but glance at both Qiu sisters. They must have revealed this to his mother. When Da Xia saw this, she couldn't help frowning, as if she was a little dissatisfied with her son's repeated concealment of such thing from her, and said. "Wei'er, you don't have to hide anything from me. I'm your mother. I've already known about your cultivation practices for a time, I just decided to ignore it, but now, I'm beginning to notice some things. Tell me, where did your cultivation method come from? And don't tell me you came up with it yourself." After Fei heard his mother's words, he suddenly panicked. He felt like a child who had done something wrong and was instantly caught by the tail. Naturally, this kind of thing should not be concealed from his mother, but Taoist Feng Mo had told him

Fei kept thinking about the recent developments. It turned out that his mother brought him here regarding cultivation matters, but didn't know about the hand cannons. It seemed that she had been worrying too much. After a while, Fei shrugged and turned to his mother. "Mother, yesterday I asked Uncle Mammoth to help me make some interesting things. If mother is fine with it, I want you to try it out with us." "Huh, ok." Daxia also knew that Fei would often make some interesting things out, and she couldn't help but become curious. "What are these things?" "Mother will see soon." The three people immediately walked out of the house, anxious of what was to come. Sisters, Shuang and Hong, were looking at each other, holding hand cannon outside the house. Shuang held a blazing fire high with her left hand, while her right hand was holding a hand cannon. She squinted one eye into the barrel, turning the handle of the gun towards the sky. All

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Mu Tuo and Daxia bid farewell to Mammoth and left together. It was near noon. Looking from the hillside, nearly a hundred yurts of various sizes in the tribe formed a large irregular circle, with a relatively flat square exposed in the middle. At this time, many tribesmen set up more than a dozen bonfires to roast food on the square. There were hunted beasts, livestock raised in the tribe, and fresh big fish. It was awesome to have tasteful food from beasts of the sky, the ones running on the ground, swimming in the water. From time to time, there were bursts of laughter in the square, and there were traces of meaty aroma, which was inviting. Looking at the tribe in front of them that they had built by themselves, Mu Tuo and his wife, Daxia, were full of emotion in their hearts. Who could have imagined that in just a few years, the Ironwood tribe could grow from just a dozen people to a tribe of two to three hundred