The northern steppe is large, and it has many ethnic groups, but for the entire grassland, these ethnic groups together can only occupy a small part of the grassland.

Most of the time, the galloping horses are not seen, because the various tribes of the steppe are distributed in different parts of the steppe, and they usually do not run around except for grazing and migrating.

Of course, the main reason is that now that winter has just passed, some tribes in the steppe have not finished their 'winter', and some have gone to the fertile pastures in the south of the steppe.

At this moment, two people were running in the northern part of the grassland, and they needed to cross the vast grassland while avoiding the center of the grassland.

There was a huge lake in the center of the grassland, which was occupied by the most powerful golden royal family in the grassland, and Changxi obviously didn't want to plunge into it.

The Golden Clan is very xenophobic, and if it is a grassland tribe resident, it may be good, but Changxi can't, because he tried to cross the territory of the Golden Clan when he went to the northern snow country last time.

That time, after fist negotiations, Changxi had no choice but to go to the snow country along the coast, and it took six months.

Changxi felt that he was very strong now, strong enough to break into the Golden Royal Family, but he was more worried about being trapped in it, after all, it was a group of millions of people, and no matter how strong he was, it would be difficult for him to beat millions of people.

Lu Yifan put his legs around the horse's neck and asked, "So, we need to take a detour to the Central Plains?"

I saw that the originally fat and strong war horse under his crotch looked sick, and it tilted its head, as if it had reached its limit.

"You should get off the horse's neck, otherwise we won't be able to reach the Central Plains!" Changxi looked at Lu Yifan speechlessly.

The two walked all the way, and the horses always jogged in small steps, and they had to change horses every half an hour, because Lu Yifan had been riding on the neck of the horse.

The four sturdy war horses made Lu Yifan ride them in turn, and none of the horses could stand Lu Yifan around his neck.

"Then change horses!"

Lu Yifan kicked his legs, and then jumped towards the neck of the other horse, and the horse subconsciously rushed forward, allowing Lu Yifan to fall right on its back.

With his posture, if it was the size of an adult, this horse might have been exhausted to death, thanks to Lu Yifan, who had not grown up yet.

"This horse is a little disobedient, I'm on its back, it always wants to get me off!" Lu Yifan held the reins to make the horse a little more stable, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to ride it.

"Wait for a few more days to get used to it!"

Changxi didn't care, he didn't have any idea about Lu Yifan's reluctance to ride a horse, if it was him, he could ride fast, but he couldn't follow Lu Yifan.

Because Lu Yifan usually has to change horses every half an hour or so, and he doesn't let the horses run fast, he has to make a fire and cook three meals a day, and he has no interest in the jerky saved by the two of them.

"This guy is guilty of riding!"

Lu Yifan touched the horse's neck, this time he finally stopped destroying the horse, but rode peacefully on the saddle, but sat down on the war horse and did not appreciate it, sometimes raised his front hooves like a convulsion, or swayed from side to side.

If it weren't for Lu Yifan's stability, I don't know how many times he would have been thrown away.

"Let's rest here for a while!" Changxi suddenly grabbed the reins and stood in place, his eyes casually scanning left and right.

"What do you mean?"

Lu Yifan looked back at Changxi suspiciously, he had never proposed to rest, every time Lu Yifan shouted that he was tired, he would stop, but now he suddenly said that he wanted to stop and rest for a while.

The sound of the horse's hooves ceased, and the sturdy horses were listless, their necks crooked, their heads shrugged, and one of them even had bald red hair on its neck.

"Do you have any sweaty horses or anything here, the kind that travels thousands of miles a day?"

"Someone's coming!"

Changxi sat calmly on the back of the horse, as if this was just a very ordinary thing, only to see him look in a certain direction on the left-hand side, and said, "They should be coming at us!"

"Where?"

Lu Yifan hadn't found the target yet, but when he looked in the direction that Lu Yifan was looking at, he sure enough, he found that two big white horses were galloping from a great distance, without concealing it at all.

When Lu Yifan wondered how Changxi found the other party, the two horses were already close enough to hear the sound of kicking, and their mounts were a head taller than the war horse under Lu Yifan's crotch, and they were all in good spirits, which was not at all comparable to the cowards under Lu Yifan's buttocks.

Lu Yifan had always thought that the four jujube red horses they had snatched from the Black Water Tribes were good mounts, but when he saw the two snow-white horses, he realized that the other party's was a good mount.

And what you sit down on your own can only be counted as a 'tool'!

I saw two horses approaching, one of them was a young man in his twenties, dressed in some grassland style, but more dressed in the Central Plains, looking a little nondescript, he looked at Lu Yifan and the two arrogantly.

The other was a gray-haired drooping old man, and his dress was basically similar to that of a nomad, but he was carrying a long light white silver jade box on his back, which was a little inconsistent with his dress, and the old man's eyes were cloudy and dull with extreme reluctance, and he looked the two up and down, and said:

"An old and poor Tu clan, your Excellency is one of the three swordsmen of the Central Plains?"

The people who came were naturally the two congenital masters of the poor Tu clan, Yi Mu Xian and his grandfather, the uncle and nephew of the poor Tu King, the old swordsman may have experienced a lot, although he came to find trouble with Changxi, but he still seemed polite, but Yi Mu Xian did not have such a good temper.

I only heard the two of them slanting and said: "I have been to study in the Central Plains, although I have never seen you, but I know you, what kind of chief are you, right?

When Yi Mu Xian continued to introduce himself, Changxi said coldly: "Oh! I am so famous, but I really don't know who you are. ”

Changxi obviously didn't want to talk to him about this topic, he once reached the innate limit at the age of eighteen, thinking that there was a mysterious realm above the congenital, and wanted to break through, perhaps because he acted too flamboyantly.

Many innate masters knew that Changxi, one of the three swordsmen, wanted to go further, and at this time, the Heaven Interception Sect found him and released some friendly signals to him, but Changxi politely refused.

Later, Changxi continued to look for a way to break through, visited many famous innate predecessors in the Central Plains, and finally had some eyebrows, but somehow the Heaven Interception Sect found him for the first time, and promised the position of the elder, but Changxi was rejected again.

When it was the third time, the Heaven Interception Sect had brought no more than gifts, but swords.

From this time on, Changxi began his escape road, which can also be said to be the road of exploration, because although the innate master of the Heaven Interception Sect pursued and killed him, he couldn't beat him, he went all the way north, and really asked him to find a place that conformed to the records of ancient books, and this trip was two years.

Yi Mu Xian didn't know the specific grievances between Changxi and the Interception Heaven Sect, but most of the innate masters knew that the Interception Heaven Sect was chasing and killing Changxi, and there was naturally no shortage of people in the grassland who wanted to catch Changxi and invite merit, although this seemed a bit ethereal.

This kind of behavior of helping the Heaven Interception Sect is not without precedent, for example, the old man of the Wind Yin back then was also hunted down and killed by the Heaven Interception Sect, and some innate masters only sent some information about the whereabouts of the old man of the Wind Yin to the Heaven Interception Sect, and they got a lot of benefits.

The poor Tu people are also a member of the group who want to win the luck.

"If there is nothing wrong with the two of you, can you let the way out?" Changxi didn't pay attention to what the two were saying, but just asked lightly.

Yi Mu Xian found that he had said a lot of words, and the guy on the other side barely responded, and laughed angrily: "Haha, it's naturally okay to give way, but you should leave one thing and go on the road before it's too late!"

"What is left?"

"Stay...... It's never too late for you to hit the road!"

He pulled out the iron scimitar at his waist and pointed at Changxi, there was war intent in his eyes and fire in his heart.