Dragon Ball's strongest training

Chapter 115 The Great Change of the Frog Clan (Third)

However, these fairy beans are also the first batch of seedlings, which are not suitable for expansion and reproduction. I'm afraid we have to wait another year for a new round of planting. After all, although this place is suitable for the growth of fairy beans, the speed is a bit slow.

On Pasol star, there are huge spaceships passing by. The people of Shadaxi used the advanced technology they learned to manufacture small batches of cosmic weapons, which were used to exchange primitive resources with those less advanced planets.

Strategic weapons are extremely scarce in the universe, and often a set of strategic equipment can be exchanged for supplies for an entire spaceship. In the past six months, the Star Federation has made a lot of money.

The weapons sold to the outside world are without exception marked with the unique logo of the Interstellar Federation. The logo is composed of the shrunken Zishan and Saturn. The quality of the weapons of the Interstellar Federation is the same as that of the Galactic Organization, but the price is far away Lower than the Galactic Organization, the Interstellar Federation has achieved [-]% of the market share of the Galactic Organization in just half a year.

Just this [-]% share makes the Interstellar Federation full. This is only the market of the central galaxy, the market of the entire universe, it is unimaginable...

"Grandpa Barton, I want that too." A child from Pasol Star begged the old Barton.

The child stared at the guards on patrol. The guards wore the latest combat equipment and looked very majestic. The child's eyes were full of envy.

"Walker, good boy, that's combat equipment, a good boy can't use it." Barton looked at the child kindly, and stroked the back of the child's head with both hands.

But the child's gaze was so sincere that Barton didn't dare to look directly at it.

"As the leader of the frog clan, I really failed." Barton laughed at himself.

Now there are three larger tribes on Pasol planet, one is the Tuwang tribe, one is the Persian tribe, and the other is their own aboriginals.

A year and a half ago, those cosmic beings just moved here. They didn't have anything yet, and they even had to sleep in the wild at night, but the development in just the past six months has been astonishing. It looks like a day, a simple planetary defense device The construction has been completed, and the commercial star has also taken shape. Barton has also fought in the universe. Of course, he can see what this means.

Those cosmic beings lived in a luxurious cosmic base, and their combat equipment was extremely sophisticated, which Barton really envied.

"Oh, these cosmic beings are really unfathomable!" Barton sighed deeply, and walked towards his place of residence.

Back to the place of residence, only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are left in the place of residence. The young and strong clansmen have all gone to work for those cosmic people. Life has improved a lot, but after all, I am not one of them, and what I get is limited.

"It seems that it is necessary to hold a family meeting." Barton's eyes lit up, as if he had made up his mind.

In the evening, the clansmen who went out to work came back one after another. Although everyone looked very tired physically, their spirits were very energetic, and they earned a lot of resources today.

"Have you heard? Grandpa Barton is going to hold a family meeting?" A strong man whispered.

"That's right, it's about to start, and the whole family must participate in this conference." A middle-aged man said to them.

"What's the big deal?" The two asked the middle-aged man curiously.

"Let's wait for Patriarch Barton to say."

After a while, all the clansmen finally came back. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in a large square, and the scene was extremely lively.

"Hey, Roman, how many resources have you earned? I can exchange for a set of combat equipment after I work for another year." The man was thinking about his handsome combat equipment, sparks appeared in his eyes.

The frogman named Luomen was a bit shy. He had only just worked for five days, and he was still too early to buy that set of equipment.

Luo Men hesitated for a long time and said in a low voice: "It's still far away."

"Haha, I'll buy it when the time comes, and I'll lend you to wear it for a few days." The man just now laughed out loud.

"Quiet! Quiet!" A few more powerful frogmen shouted towards the bottom.

It became quiet all of a sudden.

Barton walked up slowly.

"Ahem, my fellow citizens, our frog clan has undergone a change that has not happened in a thousand years. It is up to you to decide whether to survive or develop." Barton said straight to the point.

It seemed very quiet below, and everyone was a little confused.

"A change unseen in a millennium? Survival? Development?" Many people muttered.

"Children, how about those cosmic beings of the survivors?" Barton asked everyone.

"It's great, those cosmic people's technology is simply too advanced, especially the leader of the earth king is simply too handsome."

"Those cosmic beings have treated us well and provided us with a lot of resources." In the eyes of everyone, their own work can be exchanged for so many resources, which is no different from picking up for nothing. Like a prostitute.

Barton listened to the muttering below, but his expression became serious: "Do you want to join the Interstellar Federation? Be one of them?"

Barton's words were shocking, and the bottom immediately exploded.

"What? Join the Star Alliance?"

"It seems that the Earth King Tribe and the Persian Tribe are the Star Alliance."

"Think about it, dream about it!"

"But do you know what it means to join the Star Alliance?" Barton said in a deep voice.

"While enjoying, we must also fulfill corresponding obligations. We need to send personnel to wait for dispatch, and even select personnel from among you to form a mixed escort team..." Barton said slowly, as if recalling his days of fighting .

"Do you know what that means? That means death..." Barton's tone was a little sad, and the cruelty of interstellar warfare made him unbearable.

The bottom became silent and silent.

Barton also waited quietly.

Suddenly the bottom boiled up, cheering and jumping...

"What? There is a chance to join the guard?"

"Joining the escort team, do you have those equipment?"

Almost all the young and middle-aged people below showed excited expressions.

"What?" This was beyond Barton's expectation, how could it be?

"Join! Join!" The voices below were louder than louder.

"How could this be?"

"Are you really old?" Barton was a little confused.

Button looked at the faces of the people below. Everyone's faces were full of hope for the future, full of expectations for the future, and full of motivation.

Barton's heart was deeply touched. Wasn't he like this in the past?

After escaping from the interstellar battlefield, he became submissive.

"Haha, I'm really old. The clansmen are full of hope for the future, and I'm really behind."

"Being behind for too long, I am afraid of falling behind, how can I not cherish the opportunity to change?"

(End of this chapter)