A white horse came from afar, galloping across the flat grassland.

It follows the route of memory, bypassing rivers and wetlands, crossing distant grasslands, and plunging headlong into a sheltered place from the wind.

The sound of horses' hooves and roars alarmed the scouts who had remained in the snow, and a head was peeking out behind the hidden hillside, followed by more people.

"White Horse...... Look at it's a white horse~"

One person exclaimed, like a chain reaction, more than ten horsemen drove out of the belly of the mountain, they looked at the white horse in the distance and were stunned, and when they saw a motionless person on horseback, they finally ran over.

"The white horse of Lord Yimu is Lord Yimu!"

They looked horrified at the blood stains on the horse's back and the motionless man lying on it.

The man on horseback was dressed in slanted clothes, with slanted hair ornaments and combat boots, and the same face as Islan, but as pale as a dead man.

His right arm was gone, and his battle suit was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and the blood stained the white horse red, and the blood that should have coagulated was steamed by the high temperature of the white horse, like a thin skin of blood.

The scouts hurriedly stopped the bleeding and healed the man on the white horse, and after making sure that he would not die for the time being, they quickly escorted him back to the clan.

In a room with stone brick walls and a black tile roof, the firewood in the fireplace burned brightly, allowing the heat to melt all the snow on the entire house.

I saw an old man who didn't care about the blood and water stains on his body, hurriedly opened the curtain, and shouted outside:

"Someone, go and inform the king, Lord Yimu has woken up~"

A boy emerges from the house and quickly exits with two guards.

Soon, the king of poor figures, dressed in tiger skin, led his men to the black-tiled and blue-walled house.

A large group of people did not speak, one of the two innate masters in the clan did not return for a long time, and one broke an arm, which for a grassland clan, although it will not be directly wiped out, but it will also be greatly damaged.

In the absence of innate masters, the social status of the entire ethnic group will plummet, and some ethnic groups that are not in harmony are very likely to engage in some small actions because the poor Tu clan does not yet have a new and powerful innate master.

If not properly managed, they are at high risk of losing their existing fertile pastures, cattle and sheep, and having to move to more barren land.

It can be said that the innate master is related to the social status and a series of resources of a nomadic group.

The king lifted the curtain and went into the warm house, and the people were about to go in together, but they heard the king say, "Wait outside, and the king will go in alone."

"Yes~"

A group of poor nobles and guards stood guard outside the house, and even though the temperature was very low, they did not have the slightest opinion.

Yi Mu Lao woke up early, he naturally knew that everyone was coming, he had already sat on the bed, and looked at the poor king who came in by the door with a depressed face, like a child who had done something wrong, wanted to say something but never said it in the end.

Yi Mu Xian recalled that after escaping at that time, he was alone in the vast snow for a long time, he didn't know what happened to his grandfather in the end, but since he didn't come back, it must be a lot of bad luck, and it was difficult to be spared.

What made him even more sad was that he lost the Xingyu Sword Box, and he didn't even dare to look back, those two people were too strong for him, and he didn't have enough courage.

If the rest of the steppe knew about it, they would definitely think that he was cowardly and cowardly, but only he knew that even if he went back, the result would not be better, and he would definitely have no chance of coming back.

"Nephew, what is going on? and where is your grandfather?" there was no joy or anger on the face of the king of Poor Tu, and he neither reproached nor comforted.

He looked at King Qiantu in a daze, lowered his head with a face full of shame and said, "Uncle...... I'm sorry ~ grandpa him ~"

King Qiantu seemed to have expected the result a long time ago, and only listened to him: "What happened, you tell me in detail!"

"Yes, uncle, at that time, I went with my grandfather to look for Changxi, who knew that Changxi alone could block the grandfather who had the Xingyu sword box, and what was even more terrifying was that with Changxi, there was an even more terrible half-grown child, who ...... at first"

Yi Mu Xian didn't dare to hide it, and told all the things that had gone through 1510, even how he was defeated and escaped, and for him, this battle almost wiped out all the self-confidence he had once swelled.

At the beginning, he traveled to the Central Plains according to his eyes, and there were no people of his age who could fight with him head-on, but there were very few, which made him think that the difference between himself after achieving congenital results and the miraculous long-term that he had passed on at the beginning was not big.

But when he really faced it, he knew that the martial arts he was proud of could only be regarded as a younger brother in front of Changxi, if it weren't for the experience of the grassland that made him form the habit of killing people and cutting horses first, maybe he wouldn't even have a chance to make a move.

"In other words, you didn't see your grandfather open the second layer of the Star Jade Sword Box, and he was killed by that kid alone?"

After listening to Yi Mu Xian's description, there was irrepressible anger on the face of the poor Tu king, who was originally going to comfort a few words, if Yi Mu Xian was not the only congenital of the poor Tu clan, maybe he couldn't help but pull out a knife and hack him to death.

Yi Mu obliquely said, "Uncle...... Father, it's not that the nephew is afraid, but the two of them are too strong, the kid has a sword in his hand, it is a sword qi that is more than ten meters long, if it weren't for his mercy, maybe the nephew would have been divided into two halves by him on the spot, the nephew has never seen such a powerful innate master!"

"His true qi seems to be endless, and it is also extremely condensed, and the powerful sword qi is gently pressed down, and the horse swings with its hooves, and it can't move, how can it fight......

"Oh, then you can rest, and you don't have to worry about the rest!" King Poor Tu flicked his sleeves, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Uncle...... I'm sorry!"

Yimu lowered his head, and his fist under the quilt was clenched tightly.

It was only now that he discovered that even if he had achieved innocence, he was still like a child in front of King Poor Tu, enjoying the corresponding treatment, but he didn't know how to take the corresponding risks.

"I won't publicize this matter, I hope you can be ashamed and brave, as for my clan's ......"

King Qiantu didn't continue, but the rest of the words were oblique, and the Qiantu tribe had lost the opportunity to hunt down Changxi, and even had to keep it secret because Changxi came here.

If they directly preach that Changxi has come to the grassland, the other ethnic groups will inevitably find that the Qiantu tribe has already sent innate martial artists to attack, and these anomalies cannot be hidden from the neighboring ethnic groups.

The unilateral anomaly of the poor Tu tribe may be a trap for other races, but if it is linked to Changxi, it will inevitably make others suddenly enlightened.

They may hunt down Changxi, but they are also likely to take action against the poor Tu who have lost power, which is absolutely unacceptable to the poor Tu.

"This matter must not be spoken, where are those who brought back Yimu Xilan?" King Qiantu sat on a high seat, looking solemnly at the leaders of the various tribes kneeling on both sides.

"My king, those people are temporarily arranged to be guarded in the guard camp, don't you?"

"No, they are all loyal warriors of our clan, how can they be killed directly!" King Qiantu waved his hand and said, "Send them to dig coal, just let them not have a chance to contact other people!"

In the whole tent, there was not a single person who objected, and it seemed that they were also satisfied with this arrangement, and when they were sent to dig coal, they naturally lost the possibility of leaking the news.

Just wait for the limelight to pass, and when summer comes, they change their pastures, and this incident naturally does not have such a big impact on the entire poor Tu people.