The northern sky, like the crape myrtle's ice storehouse, the more you advance, the colder the air becomes.

Since the Qin Dynasty, the mountains have become flat, and towering tall trees are rare. Almost all of them are small dirt slopes with some shrubs.

At this time, the leaves have already fallen off, and some of the slightly taller peaks are covered with a thick layer of snow.

At the foot of the mountain, or in the gentle area, Su Yang saw some ethnic groups living together, these ethnic groups all had cultivation, but they were not high, the divine thoughts swept over, within a radius of thousands of miles, the person with the highest cultivation was still trapped in the sky ninefold, and he didn't even have no regrets.

To Su Yang's surprise, the way these tribes relied on to survive was herding, but instead of cattle and sheep, they were brute beasts. Some uncultivated, docile brute beasts.

In half a day, I don't know how many thousands of miles I have advanced, Su Yang has seen a lot, and he has some understanding of the world of Beitian.

It is said that there are 100 tribes in the Northern Heavens, but the races seen here are subdivided, and there are more than 10,000 tribes, to be precise, there are only 183 tribes, including 23 royal families.

A large clan, like a vassal state, commands many tribes, and a tribe is made up of one or more ethnic groups. And the big tribes in turn rule over many smaller tribes......

The relationship between them is too complicated, but the general trend is that the weak are strong, and the small is attached to the large. Small populations depend on large tribes, and large tribes are attached to a large tribe.

"The lives of these creatures are the same as those of other people in the Great Domain. However, this seems to be a little less. ”

Su Yang said to himself, what he said was not based on this vast emperor.

Beitian is very large, and as far as he knows, the area of Beitian is larger than the sum of Zhongzhou and Dongtu. The people here are very sparsely distributed, and it takes a long way to see a decent big city.

The territory is vast, but the competition is not at all, more fierce than anywhere Su Yang has ever seen!

Just because this land is too barren.

There are far more conflicts and intensity between ethnic tribes over resources than any other.

Su Yang rode a dragon horse and settled in a large city. It is the main city of a large clan, built on a vast grassland.

His appearance changed slightly, and on the basis of his human form, a pair of sword wings grew on his back.

Creatures that are exactly the same as human beings are a little protruding when walking on this land. This is a trait that only some royal families can have.

In the big city, at a glance, there are strange-looking creatures, mostly on the basis of human form, with some more characteristics of their own race.

"The Qinglin clan is not a family that does not get together. ”

When Su Yang learned that this was the location of the Qinglin clan, Su Yang had a trace of killing intent in his heart. Zhang's death is still in his heart.

Although the murderer is now only a grass cloud, it is still like a thorn in his heart!

He found the best-looking restaurant here and sat down, firstly to taste the food here, and secondly to learn about the movements of the northern sky. And almost all of the people who come and go to such places are celebrities from all over the world.

"It's so big. ”

"It smells so good."

Before Su Yang entered the door, he smelled the aromatic smell of barbecue, like a treasure medicine.

Between this large area, the food is a little different from that of Nanling, Zhongzhou, which is a meat-based beast.

And these physical practices, compared with some places in Nanling, Zhongzhou, have a rough feeling.

"The Northern Heaven has more spiritual power, and many ordinary creatures can only provide divinity by eating brute beasts with divine substances. ”

Su Yang thought of this all of a sudden.

Food is a kind of enjoyment, but in order to survive, it is a little helpless to eat brute beasts.

It's like the great assassin Jing Hunt, Huo Zhen Qi, and the dishes of all eight treasures, ordinary people can't smell the taste, but Jing Hunt looks like chewing wax.

Su Yang ordered a copy and roasted Longzhen Fire Cow, what Su Yang didn't expect was that when it was served, it was already seven ripe. And looking at this size, it's at least 300 years old!

The fire ox was very large, like a whole sheep in the mortal world, and it was brought up with a charcoal fire.

"Gollum ......"

The barbecue made a sizzling sound, and a drop of hot oil slowly slid down the lines of the plump meat.

Sniffing carefully, sniffing slowly, Su Yang's gluttony was quickly aroused. Finally, Su Yang couldn't help it, he couldn't care about the heat, he took a big bite with a big bite, his mouth was full of hot and boiling, full of happiness!

The meat is washed by charcoal fire, which is already fragrant, and because of the color enhancement of some spices, it becomes more flavorful and tender.

In an instant, the palate churns and dances, and the delicious taste reaches the tip of the tongue and fills the mouth with a meaty aroma.

This is the most delicious barbecue Su Yang has ever tasted.

With a jar of spirits, Su Yang felt that his whole body was going to steam out!

"Brother, I don't know how to go to the Caoliu Royal Clan. ”

Su Yang's face was flushed, and his forehead was sweating, as if he was drunk. He asked a Neon Cicada monk next to him.

The monk had the appearance of a human race, but like Su Yang, he had a bunch of wings, and his wings were blood-red, as thin as a blade, with mysterious runes.

He laughed and said: "The Caoliu royal family, far away in the Great Northeast, your little wings, you can't fly for ten years." ”

"That's right. Alas, at the time of the burial, the young man of Caoliu also invited me to be a guest of the royal court. Su Yang sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Blow you, son of the Caoliu clan, can you know you?"

The monk was a little drunk, and said with a smile: "Eh, what kind of clan are you, why don't you seem to have seen it before?" ”

"Celestials. ”

Su Yang smiled, raised his glass,

"Oh. Here, cheers. ”

The monk of the Ni Cicada clan was drunk, and he didn't care about any matter of the celestial race, and he didn't care about it, looking at Su Yang who also had a pair of wings behind him, he seemed to feel very kind.

So the two of them, like a pair of old friends, sat together after a while, sharing delicious food and wine.

After a while, Su Yang learned that this guy's clan actually had a lot of weight in the Qinglin clan.

It's just that this is a swinger, and his cultivation is low, but the cultivation of the Nine Layers of the Sky, most of the people in the clan at this age have no regrets.

But fortunately, he has a good father and brother, and everyone takes care of everything, so he just cares.

"Brother, let you be right, the master has loved this pot of wine all his life, this mouthful of meat, and any cultivation and inheritance, all of them are farts. ”

"Huh? ”

"Haha, I don't love the country and love the beauty. ”

Su Yang smiled and drank it all.

"Yes!

……

"It is said that this year, Zushen Mountain is going to open its doors again to recruit apprentices, brother, you said that you have an appointment with Caoliu Gongzi, you might as well try to take the Qinglin clan to go to Zushen Mountain. ”

"Maybe the grass stream boy is also there. ”

(End of chapter)