Volume 3 Chapter 191 Food Transport Team
That man didn't lie to Bai Fei. He was indeed very familiar with how to leave here.
That day, they talked a lot and finally exchanged names. Bai Fei was very grateful to the man who called himself Huyan Zhengrong. If he hadn't told him so many things, he would have swooped into such a novel world like a headless fly. After that, the man used his methods and took Bai Fei away in the direction. During this period, it went very smoothly.
Come and try it quickly. 】
On this day, the two finally approached the exit.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, you can remove that defense."
Near the exit, there is a wide wall of air. Passing through this wall of air, the turbulence in the passage and those invisible forces suddenly disappeared. Here, Bai Fei once again saw a small altar, which was a little different from what he had seen before. There was no miniature magic circle in this altar, but only a faint golden light. Could it be that this is a teleportation array? Entering inside can lead to the Judicial Continent? At this moment, Hu Yan Zhengrong's voice came. Bai Fei thought for a while and then did it.
With a thought, the purple-white light shield caused by the Purifying Lotus slowly dissipated. However, it did not return to the Purifying Lotus, but rushed towards Bai Fei's heavenly mansion, which refreshed his spirit. Just when he was about to fully experience the feeling brought by the Purifying Lotus, his mind suddenly paused. That's right, it was a pause, and the time was extremely short, almost only a moment. But after this moment, Bai Fei immediately felt several terrifying forces entering his body, hitting his heavenly and human bodies respectively. At that moment, even the Five Elements Formation and the Yin-Yang Formation in his body suddenly He stopped, and then, boundless pain spread from his nerves.
"Senior, you..." Bai Fei struggled to turn around and saw Hu Yan Zhengrong's slightly majestic face.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, please forgive me for doing this. One day, I will compensate you."
Bai Fei couldn't figure out why the other party dealt such a heavy blow to him. Originally, with his strength, he should be able to avoid being attacked by the opponent. However, he trusted the opponent very much. The most important thing was that just now, all the mana in his body was restricted for a moment. He didn't know that this was The effect of the Purifying Lotus still came from the opponent's hands, but it was no longer possible to resist. Listening to the other party's last words, it seems that he has had such thoughts for a long time. I don't know what his intention is? All this is no longer important. Bai Fei only regretted in his heart, regretting that he had trusted the other party too easily.
"Ah!" Bai Fei screamed, and his body slowly softened.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, the Huyan family owes you a favor!" Huyan Zhengrong supported Bai Fei, but Bai Fei could no longer hear his words. At this time, his heavenly and human mansions were sealed, and all his magic power was also blocked. Evaporated, his mind had long since fallen into darkness, and that special power was still destroying his body wantonly in his body. Only the two large formations suddenly resumed operation, but the speed of operation was extremely slow.
"Duanmuhao, you are unlucky!"
Huyan Zhengrong roared inexplicably, and then he rolled Bai Fei into the altar. After a while, the two figures disappeared from the altar.
Gotta get, gotta get...
There was the sound of carriages and horses passing by.
This is a food transport team. The Huyan family's food transport team.
Directly in front, two riders rode side by side, followed by a carriage, and after the carriage, there were dozens more riders.
Followed, but did not see any baggage or food.
The secular war in the southern region of the Punishment Continent is similar to ordinary wars, but there are some differences. In any case, those who can go to the battlefield are basically cultivators. Although they are only cultivators from the first to the tenth mortal level, they are still somewhat stronger than ordinary people in the general sense. In the Southern Territory, there are actually no such ordinary people. Perhaps it is because the Judgment Continent is special. As soon as a person is born, he will receive certain favors. Even if a baby has no sense of autonomy, it is a veritable first-level cultivator of the mortal realm. In other words, in Judgment Continent, as soon as a person is born, , you have the dew of mana, and there is no need to deliberately condense it. Unlike the other two continents, you have to work hard to condense the dew of mana. Only by condensing the dew of mana can you be considered to have embarked on the path of a cultivator.
Bai Fei is deeply aware of the difficulty of condensing mana, and is also deeply hurt by it. Unexpectedly, in the Judgment Continent, there is such a thing where you can get something for nothing and enjoy it. This is the real pie in the sky!
Generally speaking, by the age of six, this favor will be completely digested. As long as the talent is not too bad, it is very possible to enter the second level of the mortal realm in a very short period of time. Afterwards, cultivation is not that easy. In addition to talent, it also requires a lot of resources. There are some people who do nothing throughout their lives and always stay in the first level of the mortal realm. This situation is not unheard of. These people constitute the lowest level of the Judicial Continent.
Because they were all cultivators, the scene on the battlefield was even more passionate and cruel. In the rear, grain transport teams like this appear to be a little different from ordinary wars. No matter what kind of war it is, no one can ignore this fact. A war that is destined to happen once in ten thousand years is related to the rise and fall of a family, and directly affects the subsequent disputes between the Xianshan families. It is of great significance. Cultivators who have reached the level of sorcerers cannot participate in this kind of war. However, due to the importance of secular wars, although they cannot participate, it does not mean that they cannot provide resources to secular families. This kind of resource also has great restrictions. For example, pills that can stimulate the potential of cultivators, or those powerful magic weapons, etc., will never be allowed, but things like storage rings are not allowed. This is under control.
The grain transport team in front of them did not see any food or supplies. It was really because the Xianshan family behind them had provided them with storage rings. For the sake of honor, a few storage rings are really nothing to those strong men. Who can gain a foothold in the Immortal Mountain in the Central Region without having a deep foundation!
Suddenly, the food transport team stopped. The person who rode first quickly jumped off the horse and ran to the front. Not far ahead, a man was lying in the middle of the road, not sure whether he was dead or alive?
The man looked at it for a long time, then turned around and quickly came to the front of the carriage.
"Why did you stop?" An unhappy man's voice came from inside the carriage.
"Uncle Clan, there is something going on ahead."
"Huh?" The drooping door curtain was pulled aside, revealing the serious face of a middle-aged man. Through the gap, you could see that there were two other people in the carriage, one was a hair-length girl and the other was a little boy. The little boy was about seven or eight years old. age. The two people sat side by side, with a hint of sadness on their young faces that they shouldn't have at their age.
"It's just a dead person, deal with it as soon as possible. Before it gets dark, we must rush to the small town of Gaohe ahead." The middle-aged man looked away. It was obvious that he had clearly seen the situation ahead. In times of war, it is perfectly normal for someone to die on the road!
"Uncle Clan, that man is still breathing." The man said cautiously.
"Uncle, we will reach the small town of Gaohe ahead in half an hour anyway. We might as well save him."
Before the middle-aged man could speak, the girl in the carriage suddenly spoke, her voice as sweet as an oriole's cry.
"Okay then!" The middle-aged man thought for a while and said again: "Shizi, you and Zhuzi go and bring the injured person up."
The young man who called Shizi answered.
After a while, he and another young man named Zhuzhu brought the dying man in front of him, and the middle-aged man on the carriage took him in.
"Keep on going! Be careful!" the middle-aged man ordered and lowered the curtain.
The food transport team continued to move forward. Running all the way, they were short of people and horses, so they had to rest for one night in the small town of Gaohe ahead. After dawn, they would send the food and grass to the main military camp of the Huyan family, which was two to three hundred miles away.
"Uncle, can this big brother be saved?"
This man's injuries were extremely serious, with numerous wounds on his body and blood stains that had solidified. Except for a faint breath, he was no different from a dead person.
The middle-aged man retracted his hand, glanced at the girl who asked the question, pondered for a moment, and said, "This man should be quite strong, but for some reason, his body was completely destroyed. If he hadn't met us..."
"Uncle, do you mean he can be saved?" the girl asked.
"Xiaoxue, uncle knows that you are kind-hearted, but the clan leader has told you that this trip must not go wrong. Uncle is worried that if this person is a spy sent by the Duanmu family, then..."
"Uncle, this eldest brother has only one breath left. How can he be a spy?"
"Alas." The middle-aged man sighed, stopped arguing with the girl, and said after a while of silence, "Okay, Xiaoxue, you bring two Dragon Tiger Pills, and I'll treat his external wounds first."
The girl named Xiaoxue did not hesitate. She turned her little hand over and immediately found two round pills in her palm. The middle-aged man took it, crushed the two Dragon Tiger Pills, sprinkled the powder on the man's wounds, and at the same time used his magic power to start treating him.
The little boy didn't speak from the beginning to the end, his eyes rolled around, looking at this scene with great curiosity. He was not afraid. At such a young age, if he hadn't happened to be in such a war period, he would have been as carefree as all the children in the world, thriving under the care of his parents, elders and brothers and sisters. It is precisely because he caught up with such a special era that his mind became firmer.
When the war is going on, no one can stay away. Anyone with a little bit of fighting ability will rush to the battlefield, either in head-on confrontation or as a logistical helper, and contribute their insignificant share of light and heat to the honor of the family. Whether they succeed or fail, whether they live or die, this is their glory, a supreme honor that only occurs once in ten thousand years.
"Xiao Zheng, we will see my sister soon. Let me tell you, when you get to the military camp, you must be obedient, otherwise, I won't take you out next time. There is a war ahead, will you be scared?"
"I'm not afraid." The little boy named Xiaozheng replied immediately.
"Oh, when you grow up, you must be a great general and hero like our sister!"
"Um."
The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to the whispers of the two siblings and concentrated on healing the man's wounds.
