Dragon Ball: The Strongest Training

However, these fairy beans are also the first batch of seedlings and are not suitable for expansion and reproduction. I am afraid I will have to wait another year for a new round of planting. After all, although the fairy beans are suitable for growing here, the speed is a bit slow.

There are huge spaceships on Pasol planet. The people of Shadahu used the advanced technology they learned to create small batches of space weapons to exchange primitive resources with those less developed planets.

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

The weapons sold to the outside world are all marked with the unique logo of the Interstellar Alliance. The logo is composed of the shrunken planet Zishan and Saturn. The quality of the weapons of the Interstellar Federation is the same as that of the Galaxy Organization, but the price is far higher. Lower than the Galactic Organization, in just half a year, the Interstellar Federation achieved one percent of the Galactic Organization's market share.

Just this one percent share makes the Interstellar Federation full of money. This is just the market of the Central Galaxy, the market of the entire universe, it is unimaginable...

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

The child stared closely at the patrolling escorts. The escorts were wearing the latest combat equipment and looked very majestic. The child's eyes were full of envy.

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

But the child's eyes were so sincere that Barton didn't dare to look directly at him.

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

There are now three larger tribes on the planet Pasol, one is the Tuwang tribe, one is the Yingxian tribe, and the other is its own indigenous people.

A year and a half ago, those cosmonauts just moved in. They had nothing, and they even had to sleep in the wild at night. However, the development in just these six months was staggering. It looked like a simple planetary defense device every day. The construction has been completed, and the commercial star has taken shape. Barton has also fought in the universe, so of course he can see what this means.

Those space people live in luxurious space bases, and their combat equipment is also extremely sophisticated. Barton is really envious of them.

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

Returning to the place of residence, only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left in the place. The young and strong tribesmen all went to work for those cosmic people. Although the resources provided by those cosmic people were also very rich, which made their own tribe Life has been greatly improved, but after all, I am not one of them, and what I have gained is limited.

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

In the evening, the tribesmen who went out to work came back one after another. Although everyone's body seemed very tired, their spirits were very energetic, and they had earned a lot of resources today.

"Have you heard? Grandpa Barton is going to hold a clan meeting?" A strong man muttered in a low voice.

"That's right, it's about to start. The entire clan will 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 Patton to say."

After another moment, all the tribesmen finally came back. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in a larger square, and the scene seemed extremely lively.

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

The frog man named Luo Men was a little shy. He had only worked for five days and it was still too early to buy that set of equipment.

Luo Men hesitated for a long time and whispered: "It's still far from enough."

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

"Quiet! Quiet!" Several more powerful frogmen shouted down.

It suddenly became quiet down there.

Barton walked up slowly.

"Ahem, people, our frog clan is facing a change that has not happened in thousands of years. Survival or development will be decided by you." Barton said straight to the point.

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

"Changes that have not happened in a thousand years? Survival? Development?" Many people murmured.

"Children, how about those cosmic remnants?" Barton asked everyone.

"Awesome, the technology of those space people is so advanced, especially the leader of the Earth King is so handsome."

"Those cosmic people are pretty good to us and provide us with a lot of resources." In the eyes of everyone, if you can get so many resources through your work, it is no different from picking it up for free. It is the kind of sudden wealth. Like whoring for free.

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

Barton's words were so shocking that the bottom instantly exploded.

"What? Join the Star Alliance?"

"It seems that the Earth King Tribe and the Immortal Tribe are an interstellar alliance."

"Think about it, even in your dreams!"

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

"While you are enjoying it, you must also fulfill corresponding obligations. We need to send personnel to be dispatched, and we even need to select personnel from 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. The cruelty of interstellar combat made him unbearable to look back.

Everyone below them became silent and silent.

Barton also waited quietly.

Suddenly the bottom started boiling with joy...

"What? You actually have a chance to join the escort?"

"Does it mean that if you join the guard, you will have those equipment?"

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

"What?" This was also beyond Barton's expectation. How could it be?

"Join! Join!" The voices below became louder and louder.

"how so?"

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

Barton looked at the faces of the people below. Everyone was full of hope, expectation and motivation for the future.

Barton's heart was severely touched. Was he not like this once upon a time?

After escaping from the interstellar battlefield, he became submissive.

"Haha, I am really old. My tribe is full of hope for the future. I am really falling behind."

"I have been lagging behind for too long. I am afraid of falling behind. How can I not cherish the opportunity to change?"