For Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, the distance of twenty miles was only a distance of one hundred and eighty steps for normal people.
The two flew in the air and arrived outside the human village in a moment.
This village is really big, it can even be called a village.
There is a simple stone wall on the outside, with thousands of thatched houses scattered inside. The only stone building is the ironworks located in the center of the village, surrounded by seven giant chimneys with a height of twenty feet.
Chu Xisheng looked from a distance and found that there were thousands of strong human beings working nearby.
They were disheveled, naked from the waist up, and their skin was scarred by whips.
In the square in front of the iron smelting workshop, there were three demons about eight feet tall.
These three people seemed to be the overseers in the village. They were holding long whips and looking outside with alert expressions.
The battle just now was not far from the village, and it was impossible for these three sixth-level giant spirits to be unaware of it.
Chu Xisheng also noticed that there were a large number of fields growing wheat and millet around the village.
However, there are still a lot of weeds in these fields and there are no ditches, which is obviously different from the intensive farming of the Chinese people.
Ye Zhiqiu looked into the distance with a complicated expression: "The human slaves controlled by giant spirits mainly make iron, magical weapons, and various tools, furniture, etc. for those giant god blood descendants. It is said that our ancestors were in the Yuan Dynasty. It was the same as them before they escaped from Mount Buzhou under the leadership of the emperor and settled in China. Not only did they have to refine and build various artifacts for the giant spirits, but they also had to farm and cultivate the land to support themselves, which was extremely miserable."
Chu Xisheng knew that the so-called 'Yuan Huang' was the head of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of their human race, and it was said that he was the reincarnation of the former founder of the human race, 'Huang Xi'.
It was precisely because Emperor Yuan led hundreds of thousands of people to flee to the south of the Tiebi Mountains during the civil strife among the Giant Spirits in Buzhou Mountain that the Chinese people of today came into existence.
After thousands of years of reproduction, they rose up under the leadership of the "Xuanhuang First Emperor" who had three thousand wives, and occupied thirty-six states. Relying on the Iron Wall Mountains, they fought against the giant spirits in the north.
Ye Zhiqiu seemed to want to observe more carefully. She moved forward in the air, only to see more than two hundred arrows shot from behind the stone wall, splashing like raindrops.
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but let out a 'bang' sound, and swept the heavy sword across, easily deflecting the rain of arrows.
These were shot by a group of human archers hiding behind the stone wall. Some of them were as powerful as seventh-level human martial arts cultivators. They fired fifty-stone strong bows and shot armor-piercing heavy arrows.
In Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, this rain of arrows was not worth mentioning.
However, she was particularly unhappy: "These people should be slaves raised by the giant spirits. They are submissive and servile in front of the giant spirits, but they are very fierce when they meet their own people."
Tens of thousands of years ago, the giant spirit tribe in Buzhou Mountain began to collect a large number of martial arts skills from the Chinese people and gave them to the slaves for practice.
It is said that the highest level can only be cultivated to the seventh level. If you exceed this level, you will be killed by the giant spirit.
Chu Xisheng glanced at the nervous-looking slave soldiers behind the city wall with a calm look, and then looked at the three-headed demon giant in front of the iron smelting workshop.
He then shook his head and flew in another direction: "Let's go, we are not very welcome here."
The giant spirits and slave soldiers were not the only ones who were fearful and wary of them. The ordinary villagers inside looked at them with the same worry and fear.
Ye Zhiqiu, however, squinted his eyes and continued to stare at the iron smelting workshop, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
She then snorted and caught up with Chu Xisheng.
However, when following Chu Xisheng to fly south, Ye Zhiqiu was not in a good mood.
Chu Xisheng soon noticed, and he turned around calmly to persuade: "Instructor, it is not difficult to kill the three giant spirits, and it is also easy to deal with those slave soldiers. The problem is after the fact, and the trouble is later. It is you and I who are unable to solve it." of."
"Of course I know."
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh.
They want their grudges to be happy, but they will leave a mess behind.
This will inevitably involve the villagers in the village and bring disaster to the village.
Those giant spirits did not treat the human slaves as human beings at all, and they must have moved to the village in anger because of the death of their fellow humans.
The people in this village are already standing on the edge of the cliff and their lives are very difficult. There is no need to push behind them.
These people of the same race became slaves of the giant spirits not of their own free will, but because they had no other choice.
Ye Zhiqiu was particularly unhappy because he was helpless.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "Damn Emperor Jianyuan! If King Bawu is still alive, we might be able to fight all the way to the foot of Mount Buzhou."
She was born in the Anbei Army of Youzhou. She followed the Overlord Qin Muge to conquer the Night Wolf King's Court, swept through the three Bingji Jue states, and expanded the territory for more than 30,000 miles.
Two years ago, he was seriously injured in Bingzhou and had to withdraw from the Anbei Army. However, Ye Zhiqiu still misses the years when he fought in the Northland, fought hard and conquered thousands of miles like a tiger.
At this time, the cause of King Bawu's death was still a mystery, but Ye Zhiqiu determined that the matter was related to the current emperor, Emperor Jianyuan.
Ye Zhiqiu is very confident in his own talent and believes that sooner or later he will inherit the Heaven-Slaying Saint's legacy and stand at the top of the martial arts.
But she knew that there were some things in the world that she couldn't solve even if she stood at the top of martial arts.
——Just like these fellow tribesmen in Buzhou Mountain.
Chu Xisheng's lips twitched slightly. Buzhou Mountain was 1.72 million miles away from Juezhou, the northernmost state.
There is also a huge 'endless ice field' separated between them, and there is also a 'Red Gobi' with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.
How easy is it for the human army in China to reach here?
However, there are many human martial arts cultivators who have traveled millions of miles to Mount Buzhou in order to find the secret medicine.
Chu Xisheng's mind was focused here, but his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he looked forward with some surprise.
He thought it was a coincidence. He was just talking about Wei Wu, and Wei Wu arrived.
Chu Xisheng looked ahead from a distance, and there were three human martial arts cultivators flying from the opposite side.
These are three martial arts cultivators in their forties, all dressed in black and with different appearances.
Chu Xisheng could see from afar with the insight of "the supreme master".
It was found that the cultivation level of these people was around the fourth level, and the magical weapons they wore were extremely powerful.
The three people opposite also saw Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, and their faces also showed signs of astonishment.
After twenty breaths, both parties tacitly lowered their escape speed and met above a dense forest.
"I didn't expect to meet someone of the same race here."
This is the middle one among the three. He is dressed in Confucian clothes and is dressed as a scribe. His expression is warm and sincere: "I would like to say Dongpeng, the bandit's nickname is 'Wind from All Directions'. These two are my brothers, One is 'Wandering Wind Sword' Yan Yi, and the other is 'Black Dapeng' Ni Jun."
He then asked the two of them curiously: "Could it be that these two friends came to Buzhou Mountain to look for medicine? Do you dare to ask Gao's name?"
There was doubt in Yan Dongpeng's eyes.
Neither of these two people have reached the highest level of cultivation, and they don't look like they are going to be promoted.
One seems to have just made a breakthrough, and the other is still far away from being promoted to the fifth level.
What's more, the secret medicine of the fifth grade does not need to travel millions of miles to Mount Buzhou.
Near the 'Endless Ice Field' and 'Red Gobi', there are many main ingredients for various fifth-grade secret medicines, even in the three ice-extreme states.
Ye Zhiqiu and Chu Xisheng looked at each other, and then clasped their fists towards them: "Ye Zhiqiu, this is my junior brother Chu Mingjing. Both of us are disciples of the Wuxiang Divine Sect. This time we are here under the order of the sect. Mr. Zhou is on an errand."
Ye Zhiqiu has been in the military and the world for a long time. He knows that people's hearts are sinister, so he only picks up things that need to be said.
The fact that the two of them were disciples of the Wuxiang Divine Sect could not be concealed.
She, Ye Zhiqiu, had no name, and no one knew her name.
Chu Xisheng was honored as the King of Wuji Swordsman, the sage of Yajuan, famous in thirty-six states, and coveted by all forces.
Although Buzhou Mountain is 1.73 million miles north, these secret medicine hunters may not know his name.
So Ye Zhiqiu changed his name to Chu, but his first name was changed to his former name of "Mingjing Daojun".
"Turns out he is a high disciple of the Wuxiang Divine Sect, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
'The wind comes from all directions' Yan Dongpeng cupped his hands, and the smile on his face became more sincere: "I wonder if you two need help in any way? To be honest, we specialize in making pottery materials and medicinal materials near Buzhou Mountain. , and occasionally help friends from China as guides to find those fourth-grade secret medicines."
Yan Yi, the other 'Wandering Wind Sword', clicked his tongue and sighed: "You two are really brave. With a cultivation level of fifth or sixth level, you dare to go deep into Mount Buzhou. This place is very dangerous. Those giant spirits call us savages. If you see them, kill them. Even we have to be careful."
Ye Zhiqiu's expression was clear. She had just guessed that these three people were common secret medicine hunters in Middle-earth.
They hunted various exotic beasts, various medicinal materials, and even giant spirits in the North.
But the most profitable business is secret medicine.
Although the job of a secret medicine hunter is dangerous, you can make a lot of money every day.
It would not be difficult for a fourth-level martial artist with decent combat power to earn 20 million per year here.
They often only need to accumulate money for a few years before they can return to China and become extremely wealthy. Of course, that is provided they do not die in China.
You might even get a chance in the north and enter the third level.
However, few of these secret medicine hunters dare to enter Mount Buzhou.
Chu Xisheng's expression changed: "I wonder if you three know the specific situation of the Moluo tribe? I want to know all the information about this tribe, what masters there are in the tribe, their military arrangements, the topographic map of the city, etc. Chu is willing to In exchange for money.”
"Marabu?"
Yan Dongpeng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at each other with the two people behind him.
Yan Dongpeng finally shook his head slightly: "We don't know this. The three of us were actually hired by someone to hunt a hybrid 'Luduan' here. We are not here permanently. But I know there is one nearby. This is a place where you can get information about the Mara tribe.
That is where our human race martial arts gather. Not only are fellow villagers from China settling there, but there are also many locals from Buzhou Mountain who escaped from the village because they could not survive.
They have been dealing with the Moluo tribe all year round, so they know the situation of the Moluo tribe very well. The two of them can even hire people to fight with the Moluo giants there. In Buzhou Mountain, our human race actually has many good players. "
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly raised his eyebrows and became interested.
Although Chu Xisheng used the corpse of the bronze-crowned Baihu to provoke the Moluo tribe just now, he might not be able to lure the golden-crowned giant spirit out of the city as he wished.
So you have to be prepared.
She cupped her hands and said, "I would like to ask three of you to guide us, but I don't know how to calculate the money?"
Smiles suddenly appeared on the faces of Yan Dongpeng and the other three people.
"It's easy to talk! It only takes ten thousand taels of magic silver," Yan Dongpeng said bluntly, "It's not far from here, only four hundred and thirty miles. We'll go as fast as we can, and we'll be there in more than half an hour."
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Half a day later, more than 300 demons gathered in the place where hundreds of bronze-crown households hung their corpses.
They looked up at the corpse of the giant spirit hanging on the tree, their faces full of shock and anger, and the crowd was furious.
In the midst of the discussion of many giant spirits, the golden-crowned Thousand-Household Demon Klie broke the tree trunk with one palm and put down the Hundred-Household corpse simply and roughly.
After a few hours, the corpse was so bloody that it was beyond recognition.
Many parts of its body were pecked by carrion crows and vultures, leaving only white bones.
However, based on the knife marks on the bones, we can still roughly guess what kind of treatment the corpse received after death.
"He was stabbed more than a hundred times after he died."
Silver Crown Baihu Mo Wenbin snorted angrily. He looked down at the corpse on the ground, his huge eyes as big as a water tank full of resentment: "The original martial artist in this is humiliating and provoking."
"There are two, one with a sword and one with a knife."
Moklie glanced at the surrounding scene with doubts in his eyes, and he noticed some subtle knife marks on the ground.
What puzzled Moklie was that this man's sword seemed to be slashing downwards.
This situation does not look like a battle, but a beheading.
Judging from the distribution of knife marks and blood stains, it seemed that his subordinates were half-kneeling on the ground and were beheaded without any resistance.
But how is this possible? Even if these two people have the strength of third level or above, it is impossible for them to be without any resistance.
If they bump into such a person, wouldn't they run away?
The savages in China use grades one to nine to distinguish between high and low, but Buzhoushan uses "equal", ranging from one to nine.
Mokre rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "They burned most of the corpses and covered up the real cause of Mokaqing's death, but they left this corpse with hundreds of knives stabbed. What’s the plan?”
At this moment, three eight-foot-long giant spirits wearing iron armor came over and knelt down in front of Mokelie: "Honorable Captain, we have seen those two murderers with our own eyes. They are two from China. The savages, one male and one female, should not exceed level five in cultivation."
Mo Wenbin of Silver Crown Hundred Households recognized these three people as overseers from the nearby village.
Mo Wenbin immediately opened his eyes and looked at them with an unkind expression: "How do you know that their cultivation level is not higher than the fifth level? And why did you let Mo Kaqing's body be eaten by birds and beasts here?"
The expressions of the three people tightened, and the leader among them laid his head on the ground: "Sir, I am fortunate to have inherited the meager bloodline of my ancestor Luohu's 'Eclipse Demonic Eye', and I can get a glimpse of the cultivation of the two of them.
However, they were very strong, and the battle was over in less than half a moment more than twenty miles away. Unfortunately, because of the dense forest, we didn't see the situation clearly, and we didn't react at the time. It was too fast. We were worried that these two men were hiding outside and did not dare to step out of the village. "
Silver Crown Baihu Mo Wenbin frowned slightly, thinking that there was nothing wrong with the three guardian giant spirits.
However, it can be seen from this that the two savages had some compassion for their own people, otherwise the three of them would have died long ago.
He snorted softly: "It seems that the Night Wolf Clan in the south is getting worse and worse. Now all kinds of cats and dogs come here. Fortunately, they are still the royal family of the Holy Mountain."
The Night Wolves were once a royal family of djinn living on the fifth level. They failed in their struggle for power tens of thousands of years ago and fled to the south of the endless ice field.
They stole several sacred objects from Mount Buzhou, occupied a vast land of more than 200,000 miles, ruled hundreds of tribes, and thrived. Instead of weakening, its strength has become stronger.
Nowadays, the clan has a large number of people. It is said that there were tens of millions of people in its heyday. They even tried to return to Buzhou Mountain.
However, in recent decades, the Night Wolves have gradually weakened, and it is said that even their royal court was attacked by humans. The essential areas under his rule were also annexed by the human race.
Since then, more and more human martial arts cultivators have entered Middle-earth and Mount Buzhou.
They were all fourth- and fifth-level human martial cultivators. They wanted to obtain the secret medicine to break the curse of their ancient ancestors, step into the third level, and obtain longer lifespan.
However, Mo Kelie, the golden-crowned Qianhu, fell into deep thought: "Isn't the cultivation level beyond the fifth level? Then they must be the Super-Tianzhu among the southern barbarians, right? It is equivalent to our 'Blood Crown'. It's interesting, we have to find a way to find it. them--"
Just when Moklie was talking about this, he noticed a rainbow light coming from the distance.
That is a human race talisman.
Moklie raised his eyebrows, stretched out his giant hand as big as a waterwheel, and grabbed the letter talisman in his hand.
The one-foot-square talisman paper was as small as a grain of rice in his hand.
However, Moklie could still clearly see the small words on the letter.
He immediately grinned, revealing a pair of sharp white teeth as sharp as a knife: "It seems there is no need to look for it, someone will put these two prey into our mouths. I will stick them on bamboo sticks, If you make it into kebabs, it will taste delicious."
Moklie then crushed the letter talisman in his hand and looked at the many subordinates in front of him: "Let's go to Broken Leaf Collection!"
The giant spirits around them responded loudly, and they moved forward, causing the armor around them to roar and thunder.
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At this time, Chu Xisheng was walking in the broken leaves collection.
This Broken Leaf Collection is not big and is built in a small hidden valley. Roads extend in all directions before and after the small valley, and there are caves and tunnels underground, which are not only hidden but also convenient for escape.
However, there are not many buildings inside. There are only 1,890 mud houses and three high-rise buildings. There are only a little more than 300 residents.
When Chu Xisheng rushed here, these people were looking at them with vigilance and scrutiny.
Chu Xisheng was also looking at these residents.
He found that the overall cultivation of these people was not weak. They were all at the lowest level of sixth grade, and there were more than a dozen of them in the fourth grade.
'The wind comes from all directions' Yan Dongpeng led the way and introduced: "The vast majority of people here are locals, many of whom are slave soldiers. They took risks and broke through the cultivation level and escaped from the village. They are in Buzhou Mountain Hunt all kinds of beasts, or collect all kinds of ores, and exchange them for subsequent promotion skills from us.
So money is not very useful here. They only value various martial arts techniques and powerful magic weapons, talismans, etc. It is said that the disciples of your Wuxiang Divine Sect are the most popular here. You Wuxiang Divine Sect has collected most of the martial arts categories in the world. If you are willing to come up with skills of level 4 or above, it will not be difficult to hire several level 4 martial arts cultivators here. "
Chu Xisheng found that the eyes of the surrounding residents became even more intense when they heard the four words "Shareless Divine Sect".
In addition, he found that the mud walls of these mud houses did not seem to be dry, and the door walls were quite new, without anti-corrosion grease.
Yan Dongpeng finally led them to the front of a restaurant.
This restaurant is very simple, just made of wood with unpolished burrs.
There wasn't even a single customer inside, only a waiter and a chef waiting at the door with a smile.
"Pin Xian Lou!"
Yan Dongpeng looked at the signboard, then walked in with a smile: "I ate here twice a month ago. Although it is a restaurant built by locals, the chef learned the craftsmanship from our Chinese fellows, and the taste is also very good." Authentic.
The ingredients are all delicacies and game from Buzhou Mountain, but the price is a bit expensive. Their business is not open for three years and open for three years. "
Ye Zhiqiu frowned, with a worried look in his eyes: "How should we know the information about the Moluo clan?"
How can she think about eating now?
"The shopkeeper here is a know-it-all. No matter what you want to inquire about here, you can learn from the boss here. You can even buy the latest issue of Lunwu Shenji and Tianji Martial Arts Book here.
You can also ask him to guarantee it and hire a martial artist. In fact, if you are impatient, you can also ask the residents here, but their information is not complete. "
Yan Dongpeng smiled and sat down on an Eight Immortals table.
He looked at the waiter: "He should have received the news, right?"
The waiter in the shop also had a smile on his face: "Our shopkeeper is out for business, but he is already on his way back. You might as well order some wine and eat and drink here. When the guests are full, my shopkeeper will Almost back.
Speaking of which, these two new customers must have never drank the 'manna wine' we have here, right? This is a drink made by giant spirits, and it has a different flavor from yours in China. "
Chu Xisheng couldn't help but shake her head slightly.
In this unfamiliar place, it seemed inevitable that he would be taken for granted and slaughtered.
The two had no choice but to order a bunch of food and drinks.
The things here are quite expensive, and you can’t use money yet, so you have to use cultivation elixirs.
If the elixirs were converted into silver coins, this table of food and wine would be worth ten thousand taels.
However, the ingredients here are indeed mountain-flavored that cannot be found in the thirty-six states of China.
Half an hour later, most of the food and drinks were served, and Yan Dongpeng toasted to the two of them: "Please, please! It's rare to see a fellow countryman in Buzhou Mountain, and he is also a high disciple of the Wuxiang Shen Sect. I'm really surprised!"
Ye Zhiqiu did not go to bring the wine. She put her hand on the sword and looked around coldly.
A cold light flashed in the star's eyes, and murderous intent was everywhere.
Chu Xisheng held the wine glass and seemed to be enjoying it carelessly: "There is no need to drink the wine. I am worried that the world is dangerous. Once I drink this wine, I may die. Tell me, I want to know about those demons, they When did you come over?"
Yan Dongpeng was stunned when he heard this, and then he and the two companions beside him all looked down: "What do you mean?"
'Wandering Wind Sword' Yan Yi's face was full of anger, and he snorted: "This man's heart is indeed very sinister. We kindly brought you here to inquire about the news, but you were treated as a wolf."
As if to prove that the wine was not poisonous, he drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
When Ye Zhiqiu saw this, he said disdainfully: "Do you think we two are idiots? The houses here are obviously newly built not long ago. Look at the wooden table and the walls. The stubble has not been smoothed away. It is probably that they have not been built at most. By ten days, did you really come a month ago?
Since the three of you are not locals, how did you find this place? Also, do you really think that the way you send the talisman is hidden so that others can't see it? "
Yan Dongpeng was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that there was a flaw here.
He then shook his head indifferently.
So what if the flaw was discovered? Since these two people entered this collection of broken leaves, it was like entering a wolf's den and a tiger's den, unable to get out.
At this moment, a person walked in outside the building.
He was about thirty years old, with a rich and shiny face. He was dressed in silk clothes, and he looked like a wealthy businessman in the south.
This person walked in and burst into laughter: "Brother Yan, I didn't expect that only one month later, you have brought us another business -"
As he strode in, he looked at Chu Xisheng and the others, but then his face became stunned and he froze in place.
"Could it be that you are the Wuji Sword Master of the Wuxiang Divine Sect!"
(End of chapter)
