The leader was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, young and tall, with smooth and fair skin, long hair tied into a thumb-thick braid, and a kind of alternative wild beauty.

She drove the beast under her crotch to Qin Tian and the others, looking down at them from a high position, and her voice was like a dingdong spring: "#@*..."

Qin Tian and the Ring Idiot glanced at each other, but they didn't understand a word, so they could only remain silent.

Seeing that she was being ignored, the girl faintly felt a little dissatisfied, but she was still patient, and repeated the words: "Did you kill the dragon scale horse?"

This time, Qin Tian connected his mind with the Great Dao Book in advance, and finally understood her words and nodded at her.

Perhaps because the two civilizations had been separated for too long, the translation function of the Great Dao Book actually consumed spiritual power for the first time, and in a word, it consumed one percent of Qin Tian's spiritual power.

The girl's eyes also turned cold in an instant, her pretty face was covered with frost, and she asked again: "Who are you, why did you kill my Qingyang tribe's war horse for no reason?"

"Qingyang tribe?"

Qin Tian remained silent on the surface, pointed at the idiot, touched his stomach again, and put all the pots on his head.

Poor abstinence, but he didn't know that those dog's eyes had been sweeping over the girl, and she almost didn't drool.

The girl understood Qin Tian's gestures, and saw that the idiot did not deny it, and because of his unscrupulous gaze, her senses towards him became more and more unfavorable.

She turned her head, as if she would get her eyes dirty if she looked at the idiot again, and said to Qin Tian in a non-negotiable tone: "If you destroy the property of my Qingyang tribe, you will become a slave and pay it back." ”

"Slaves?"

Qin Tian was stunned for a moment, thinking that if I changed you to be a slave girl, I would have to think about it.

The girl glanced at a bald young man beside her, who understood, took out a jet-black rope, put on a straight face, got off the horse, and walked in front of Qin Tian and the others: "#@*..."

Without thinking about it, he knew that it was some threatening and intimidating words, and Qin Tian didn't bother to waste his spiritual power to translate.

As soon as he saw that the other party had a posture of tying up people, his expression suddenly became unkind, and his sleeves were rolled up, planning to take the lead, so that this group of natives who didn't know what to do would try his Buddhist powers.

Qin Tian held him down, and said in his heart: "Wait until they reach their tribe." ”

Suddenly, he thought that he was really a guy with a bad stomach, and he hit the whole tribe with his idea.

So the two cooperated quite well, and took the initiative to hand over their hands and let each other bind them, making the bald young man look at them with more and more disdain.

The people of the Qingyang tribe look down on soft eggs the most.

The girl made a gesture of retreat, and the group turned around and drove their mounts back the same way, only Qin Tian and the two fell behind the group, dragged forward by the bald youth.

The idiot looked at the backs of the group in front of him, and lowered his voice: "Their breath seems to be a little strange. ”

Qin Tian said disapprerovingly: "It is somewhat similar to a martial artist, but it is not the same, but the cultivation is not high, at best, it is equivalent to the innate Xiaocheng." ”

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask, "Can you understand what they're saying?"

"I don't understand, but I can understand what they mean. Qin Tian's big truth, but he was rewarded with two blank eyes.

The group walked through the endless Gobi Desert, passing through a barren hill with undulating terrain, and finally came to a canyon surrounded by mountains on three sides.

"It's been tens of thousands of years, how can you still be a primitive person who lives in caves?"

Qin Tian couldn't cry or laugh, and what appeared in front of him was a wide and open cave entrance, three stories high, which could accommodate twelve horsemen in parallel.

The idiot couldn't help but snort: "This group of primitives, it shouldn't be cannibals, right?!"

Qin Tian said without being salty or indifferent: "The Buddha has cut meat to feed the eagle, and today your opportunity to leave a name for the ages has come." ”

The head of the idiot shook like a rattle, and he said righteously: "Then I might as well be vulgar!"

The two of them chattered constantly, without any tension at all, and they had been dragged into this dark cave.

All the way twists and turns, suddenly, the scenery in front of me suddenly opened up.

Originally, there was a cave in the sky, and the belly of the mountain was carved out of a flat space within a radius of several miles, and there was no daylight, but there was a huge fiery red bead hanging on the top, like the sun, reflecting the whole cave as bright as day.

An underground river runs through it, and on both sides there is a row of houses that are scattered, although they are only rough embryos made of stones and yellow mud, but they can be regarded as tiled roofs.

As soon as the two middle-aged men who looked like gatekeepers saw the girl returning, they immediately gave way to get out, bowed slightly, lowered their eyebrows and said, "Miss!"

The girl didn't say anything, just nodded, and then ordered the bald young man: "Qingyangying, you lead them to the stable first." ”

Qingyang received the order, and he dragged Qin Tian and the two of them apart, and parted ways with the girl's party.

"Staying in the stables, can you really treat us as cattle and horses?" Qin Tian's expression was faintly displeased, and he almost couldn't help tearing his face with the other party.

It's no wonder that the stables are far away from the tribe's living quarters, and a foul smell hits the face from afar.

In addition to dragon scale horses in the stable, there are also all kinds of rare war beasts, not to mention there are more than 100 heads, and the excrement is piled up into a hill, and the smell can be imagined.

The idiot looked at Qin Tian with a sad face, looking like he had nothing to love, as if to say, "You have to endure this?"

Qin Tian was also caught in the battle between heaven and man.

Forcing himself to resist the urge to turn his face, he nodded to the idiot, still planning to explore the reality of the Qingyang tribe first, and then plan to act.

Qing Yangying tied Qin Tian's ankles with a slender stone chain, and the other end was tied to the mountain wall, restricting the range of movement of the two to the stable.

In fact, it is not only the two of them who have such "courtesy", but also in the stables, there are twenty or thirty people who are chained, both men and women.

However, the Qingyang tribe does not seem to have a tradition of treating slaves well, they are so hungry that their faces are yellow and thin, their clothes are not covered, and there is no trace of agility and vitality in their eyes, like walking corpses.

Before leaving, Qing Yangying, who looked arrogant, muttered again, and did not forget to take away Qin Tian's rusty sword.

Of course, Qin Tian would not fulfill his wish, and the "sword" handed over was just a branch with a slight trick.

It is more than enough to deal with this kind of mortal fetus with the naked eye who does not cultivate divine thoughts.

As soon as he saw the other party walking away, he was not angry, and spat on the ground: "This grandson will be good-looking in the future!"

Qin Tian was not angry, he found a slightly cleaner place to sit down, closed his eyes, and scanned the entire Qingyang tribe with his divine sense, looking for the aura that might threaten them.

Gradually, the light of the bead at the top of the cave began to dim, presumably to distinguish day from night.