The 1st and 50th chapters of Xiaoyao Menglu’s main volume found that “the 100,000 mountains are still dangerous, and there are still places to cross with the outside world, namely the Yingying Gorge, the Liujin River and the Great Plains of Death...”

“These three borders are very dangerous, but there are also businessmen who can run a single gang in spite of life and death, and earn ten times the profit in one mile!”

"At the same time, there are some outside sects who want to infiltrate this 100,000 mountains! In the vicinity of Yingying Gorge, there are traces of practitioners, and I need to check it out!"

Sitting on the four-winged lion and lion, Fang Yuan unfolded the task reel and suddenly learned more about the outside world.

In fact, the tasks on the holy mountain are generally prepared for the disciples of Yuan Danjing.

Practice to the point where they are strong enough to get these high-level information.

"What about the outsiders? You have to see it!"

......

Flying Eagle.

This is a small tribe adjacent to the Yingying Gorge. Although the living conditions are bad, it is good to occasionally have a 'traveler' to come, exchange the skin with the fine steel weapons, snow white salt, and fine cloth that are hard to see. , ore, herbs and other materials, the days are still going.

Therefore, this little tribe insisted on sticking his teeth and did not choose to migrate.

At this time, in one of the surrounding groves, two waves of teenagers are confrontational.

Although the number of people in a wave is small, they are proud of themselves. The other wave, although many people, is quite a bit guilty.

"Black map, you are too much, blue moon is my woman!"

A large hand and foot, the teenager carrying the hunting bow came out, his face turned red.

"Hey, we are **** warriors, we should eat the best meat, drink the best wine, sleep the most beautiful woman!"

Several teenagers showed totems, and they couldn't be alive. The one who led the first one was a provocative hook: "Or... you have to challenge me, as long as you win, I will return the blue moon to you!"

"Ah!!!!"

The hunter boy is screaming at the sky and almost has to shed tears.

There is a custom of robbing marriage in the barbarian. He and the blue moon are both happy and affectionate. Whoever thought, on the day of the marriage, the blue moon was taken away by the black figure of these young totem fighters!

If you want to take the blue moon back, it is true that there is no other way to go except to defeat the black map.

"I... I challenge you!"

The hunter boy finally shouted this sentence.

"Okay, this is what you are looking for!" The black picture is overjoyed: "You have heard it. This is the warrior challenge he took out. If you die, you can't blame me!"

Hey!

Behind him, a black tiger totem emerged and slammed.

Although the hunter boy tried to throw a short knife, he had a claw in his arm and blood flowed.

Even if you don't reach the legal situation, relying on the warmth of the totem, it is easy to deal with an ordinary person.

"Give me death!"

The black figure kicked the boy and the other foot stepped on his face.

"stop!"

In the explosion, a stone came out of the air.

"Ok?"

The black figure reached out and the whole person was hammered, and he stepped back a few steps: "Is it you... black?"

"Black Brother, you are finally here!"

Other teenagers have opened up a path. Obviously this name is black, and the prestige is high among them.

"Black map, don't be too much!"

The black scorpion is a thin black youth, looks ordinary, and frowned at this time.

"All that I have done is in accordance with the rules of the Horde!" The black figure proudly said: "We are blood vessels, you are just mortals! Good things, it should be ours!"

Those who can inspire the totems are all in one, and after cultivating to the back, they can master all kinds of incredible magical powers.

Compared with them, those ordinary barbarians are indeed mortal ones.

"Is it? Then I will let you see the strength of mortals today!"

The black scorpion looks solemn and raises an iron sword in his hand.

"Sword? The slick stuff of the outside world!"

On the black scorpion, the black map obviously does not dare to care, pull out the sword: "kill!"

He flew forward and the knife was cut.

Ding!

A crisp sword was heard, and the iron sword could not be stabbed in the black arm, causing him to dismiss his sword and blood.

"What happened? I will lose to a mortal without a totem?"

The black figure has wide eyes and is unbelievable.

"go away!"

The black scorpion looks indifferent, but my heart is thinking in secret: "According to Master's teaching, I am just an ordinary person in the eyes of the barbarian high-level, relying on combat techniques to defeat the totem warriors who are plundering the land, within a reasonable range, once the law occurs. Master, you must immediately admit defeat, otherwise there will be a big disaster!"

"Black, you give me waiting!"

Black figure cursed with a resentment and turned around and left: ‘When I am promoted to law, I must kill him! ’

The French monk is almost the strongest among the small tribes, like the wild thunder in the Flying Man.

With this status, an ordinary person is killed at will, and no one dares to speak.

"Black Brother, thank you!"

The skinned teenager climbed up and solemnly said: "From now on, my life is yours!"

"Everyone is a brother, why are you polite!"

The black slap shot the chest, a pair of righteousness: "Go! We drink and eat meat!"

Waiting for the night, a figure sneaked out of the tribe and plunged into the jungle.

"Apprentice sees Master!"

This figure is black, he entered a cave, saw a middle-aged robe in front, and could not help but squat: "The child did it today..."

"Well, according to what you said, just using martial arts to defeat a looting warrior is not uncomfortable..." The middle-aged man listened carefully, and then slowly nodded: "But... although I teach you to unite the people around you, Improve reputation, but you can't show too much force, don't you understand?"

"Understood!" Black 厥 focuses on the head: "Those totem fighters are high, and we mortals must accumulate enough power to wait until they can overthrow them!"

"You can comprehend this truth, but it is not bad. I passed on you, how is it cultivated?"

"Qing Wei Master, there are some doubts..." Hei Hei listened, and suddenly he was happy.

His master, who taught him, is a very wonderful method of cultivation. Even ordinary people without law can practice.

This is the hope of becoming a strong!

"Okay... I am teaching you today, it is enough for you to practice in the middle of the foundation, and next time you wait for your breakthrough, come back to me!"

The middle-aged man nodded and sent a black scorpion to leave, and he said to himself: "I don't think that this barbaric, the savvy in cultivation is not bad, but unfortunately, there is no such thing as a top!"

The qualifications of practicing the outside world are not the same as the totem.

Therefore, among the ordinary barbarians, there may also be talented geniuses!

Moreover, even if the savage savvy is generally not good, there are occasional singularities.

Once this is discovered, the teacher behind the middle-aged monk will be tempted, and will directly turn back and accept it as a pro-disciple.

These downlines, now developed, including the middle-aged themselves, are actually ‘cannon fodder’!

"There is no way, 100,000 mountains, it is too attractive, all kinds of exotic animals, as well as Tiandi treasure, cherish the ore, are in great need in the practice... and, in so many barbarians, the possibility of the top cultivator qualification , there are!"

The middle-aged monk sighed: "I hate that the sect of the sect of the sect is too barbaric and ignorant. I am not allowed to permeate the spiritual forces of the sect. If there are not a few ancestors, we have already made a fortune."

"It’s really awkward to step on the mountain."

Just then, a teenager wearing a animal skin came with a smile: "I don't know who you are?"

"Well? Barbarian law monk?"

The middle-aged monk stunned and immediately hated: "It must be to follow the black scorpion, the **** thing, the carelessness, the bad thing!"

"I am a real person in the realm of fantasy. I don't know if you are..." Fang Yuan randomly quoted a name.

"Real people? You are not a district law, it is equivalent to our base period, less than Jin Dan, but also a good name to call a real person?" Middle-aged monk snorted: "I am named Liuhe, the Taoist 拂 Liu real people!"

His eyes turned sharply: ‘I don’t know the real world of this illusion, it’s the discovery of black scorpion, tracking it alone, or has already accused the barbarian powerhouse behind him. ’

If the former, he killed Fang Yuan, he can continue to lurk.

In the latter case, you can only give up this line completely.

"You can rest assured that this time I just met the boy in the eagle department, and I came to the whim... I still haven't answered my question." It seems that I saw the heart of Liuhe, Fang Yuan smiled.

"Oh, I am such a person, once sent out by the Zongmen, it is dead, will it be the name of the sect?"

Liuhe calmly said that spiritual knowledge is spreading rapidly. ‘This illusion real person, the law will dare to come to the situation, there must be some reliance! ’

"You shot, I haven't seen the outside Jindan monk, I hope you don't let me... disappointed!"

Fang Yuan took out the nine Xuan Ling knife and took a look.

laugh!

A few feet of inexhaustible knives emerged, like a raging dragon, going to Liuhe.

"Phantom Shield!"

In front of the Liuhe River, a small black shield emerged, blocking the knife gas, making a loud noise, and the stones in the caves quickly fell.

"go!"

The two strong ones looked at each other and turned into streamers to fly out of the cave.

"In your hand, it turned out to be a sword!"

Looking at the sword in Fang Yuan’s hand, and the shallow trace on the phantom shield, Liu He’s real face could not help but reveal a trace of painful color: “But, there is really no ambush ambush?”

He looked like a joy, and flew out a small sword with a long handle from the body. When he got bigger, the whole person stood on the sword.

Yu Jian flying!

This is also the exclusive use of outside practitioners, replaced by barbarians, not divine, unless the flying supernatural powers, or they can not flesh.

"Another one wants to take advantage of the land!"

Fang Yuan shook his head, and a mist appeared at his feet, holding him to the air.

"Tengyun is driving a fog!"

Liuhe real person nodded: "Your talent is excellent, but unfortunately, today is going to die!"