In the seven strongholds on the western grassland line of the advance army of the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas, rumors about the grassland butcher are spreading.

Fortunately, Tieyun Dao kept the secret relatively well and did not reveal too much information about Qin Ping.

Regarding all this, Qin Ping, who was in the stronghold, naturally felt a lot of emotion. He knows very well the truth of shooting the first bird, and he is even more sure that there is no impermeable wall in the world, and it will not be long before his identity will be revealed.

Therefore, the wise decision was to disappear from the public eye as soon as possible before everyone understood that he was the butcher of the steppe.

After a day's rest, bringing all kinds of supplies and collecting all kinds of intelligence in place, early the next morning, Qin Ping quietly returned to the vast grassland.

A new hunt has begun!

Qin Ping's action is not stated for the time being, and it is said that Ma Lin, who is ambitious, led the team to the front line, in a vain attempt to break through the prestige in this vast grassland and make meritorious achievements, unexpectedly, he met Qin Ping at the first try, and in the end it can be said that he was defeated and lost, and the team was almost defeated.

Since Marin met Hai Ling'er that night, he has almost been a bare-bones commander. Embarrassed, he returned to his camp, couldn't sleep at night, and vomited three liters of blood. No one hates the steppe butcher more than he does.

He swore that he would take revenge and make the butcher of the steppe pay for his blood.

However, today's fiasco has made him completely lose ground in the Demon Snake Legion, or the situation is even worse. Without making an inch, but first losing three hard-won wild shamans, he has actually become a sinner of the Demon Serpent Legion and lost the capital to gain a foothold in the legion. If this was reported to the Legion, he would be punished severely, and even his father would not be able to help him.

He didn't dare to return to the legion now, he was like a lost dog.

Marin knew that he had to make a name for himself in order to defuse the crisis. He needs people, he needs a strong team. There is only one person who can help him. That person was his father, Ma Qianqiu, the vanguard general of the iron-blooded Roaring Army.

At this moment, he was at the end of the grassland, in a military camp adjacent to the first line of the Roaring Kingdom.

In the huge tent, there were only father and son. The flames burned in the fire, and the flames whistled. However, the atmosphere was extremely solemn and cold.

Syllable!

Ma Qianqiu has been silent for a long time, but in the end, he responded to Ma Lin with a merciless slap. The slap was extremely heavy, and the wide, thick palm left a deep guide on Marin's face. Marin's body trembled, his neck twisted to the side, and blood poured out of his mouth.

"You rebel, trash!"

Ma Qianqiu couldn't help but scold, his black face was like iron, and he glared at Ma Lin angrily: "Do you know how much Lao Tzu paid before and after in order to let you join the Demon Snake Legion? Do you know that each of them is enough to take charge of their own affairs, and what a great contribution they will make to you in the future war? It is better for you to go out casually and lose them all. You rebel, Lao Tzu's years of hard work have been completely defeated by you! If this matter is traced, you can only apologize with death! The entire Demon Snake Legion, which has been established for so many years, has spent countless resources, and even the huge efforts of the Beast Soul Master, only a few 300 have been cultivated. It's great to lose three at once!"

With a pop, Marin knelt on the ground, crawled to his father's feet in embarrassment, firmly hugged the thigh of the man in front of him, and pleaded with snot and tears: "Father save me, father, save the child!"

Ma Qian's iron-faced iron face was purple, and he raised his hand and wanted to kill this unscrupulous son with one palm, but when he looked down, his palm did not fall. That's his own son after all. In the past, he had always performed well, and his talent was excellent, and he almost never disappointed. It's just that it's okay not to stab Lou Zi, once something happens, it's like stabbing the sky.

"Father, it's all the prairie butchers. That is definitely a trap set by the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas. The child was careless and fell for the enemy's tricks. The steppe butcher was not an ordinary beast master at all. He has phoenix blood, and he can survive in Nirvana......"

Marin knew that his father's words were not wrong. Once his defeat is reported back to the Demon Serpent Legion, he will have to die nine times out of ten to apologize. Fortunately, the people around him died completely enough, and now the news has not been leaked. He knew he had the only chance he had left.

"Father, as long as I can capture the steppe butcher and sacrifice him to the legion with his bloodline, I can not only make up for his merits, but even go further!

Ma Lin raised his head and stared at Ma Qianqiu. This man is already the only lifesaver at present.

"Phoenix bloodline?"

Ma Qianqiu frowned, and a look of hope appeared in his gloomy eyes. This son, he didn't want to lose like this. Marin's words did make him realize that there was an opportunity hidden in the midst of disaster.

Those who possess the bloodline of divine beasts, especially the legendary phoenix bloodline, are by no means comparable to the wild shamans. The temptation is so great that any beast soul master will be restless by it.

The thoughts in his heart kept flashing, and after repeatedly asking about the specific situation, he immediately snorted coldly and said, "Stand up! Because my father has military affairs on his side, I can't help you for the time being." The things on your body should not leak out. Right now, I can only draw three of my right-hand men to help you. If you fail again, then go back to the Demon Snake Legion as soon as possible to apologize!"

"Thank you, father!"

When Ma Lin heard this, he was finally refreshed and secretly relieved.

Ma Qianqiu waved his hand and said, "You just stay here and wait for my news, don't show your face everywhere!"

Ma Lin thanked him for his kindness, and when he saw his father's back leave, he took some pills and took them, firstly to relieve his injuries, and secondly, to relieve the fatigue of running around for days.

About two hours later, the sky had darkened.

There was a faint gust of wind blowing, and Ma Lin's heart moved, and when he raised his eyes, there were already two men and one woman in front of him.

The three of them are quite old, almost the same generation as Ma Qianqiu, tall and deep, all covered in black, with a calm posture, and a faint iron-blooded killing.

"Uncle Guo, Uncle Liao, Aunt Zhao?"

Marin's eyes lit up, and he was surprised and delighted. These three people, where could he not be familiar with, and he never dreamed that his father would send them to help him. These three can be said to be the elders who watched Ma Lin grow up, and they have taught him a lot of skills, and they can be said to be the absolute henchmen under Ma Qianqiu. Needless to say, the strength of the three of them is self-explanatory, they are all sixth-grade beast masters, and even in the iron-blooded roaring army, they can be regarded as first-class masters.

Seeing these three people, Marin knew that his father had invested blood in him.

"Prairie butcher, if I still can't help you this time, then why don't I die?"

Marin secretly clenched his fists, and between the firelight, his eyes were full of Sen Sen's killing intent flickering. He knows that this is a battle against the water, and he can only succeed, not lose.

Qin Ping actually enjoyed this feeling of being a lone ranger. He had been wandering the steppes for days.

Since cultivating the Ten Thousand Spirit Horn Divine Armor, realizing the Wind and Fire Sword, fusing the true blood of the Phoenix, and completing a transformation, his confidence seems to be more than before.

During this time, most of his energy was actually spent on cultivation. Although he has been cultivating the Savage-level Wild Fire for a long time, he can be regarded as a figure who has stepped into the door of the Beast Master with one foot. However, his own comprehension is not enough, and his true cultivation is still a beast tamer.

"Huh, I have finally stepped into the realm of the six-rank beast tamer! If you go down step by step like this and reach the limit of the beast trainer, the nine-color same glow is just around the corner!"

In the depths of the barren grass, Qin Ping's long breath sounded, his eyes blinked slightly, and he looked at the palm of his raised left hand. In the palm of the hand, a wild breath emerged, six colors, like a mysterious and magnificent colorful glow. The six colors blend together, but do not lose their true colors, as if forming some kind of perfect cycle, between the surging rhythm, faintly and the wildness of heaven and earth have a certain connection, let the mind move, you can gather considerable heaven and earth energy.

With his cultivation, Qin Ping's physical fitness also increased day by day. Since the transformation of Nirvana, the foundation of enlightenment and cultivation in these days has become more and more solid.

This is already the middle of the steppe. Qin Ping looked around, slowly stood up, and set his gaze in the southeast direction. Twenty miles away is the place where the orc armies gather.

Qin Ping set out again, and since returning to the grassland, he has been cruising in this area in recent days. During his covert observation, he found a lot of clues. Corroboration of the confidential information obtained is really scary to ponder.

On several occasions, Qin Ping actually saw the beast masters of the Roaring Kingdom enter the entrenched place of the orc army in a grand manner.

"Could it be that the situation is really as the intelligence says, the orcs have been conquered by the Roaring Kingdom, or is there some kind of agreement between the two?"

A thought flashed in Qin Ping's heart, and his brows couldn't help frowning. He was even more convinced that it was the latter, after all, the orcs and the Roaring Kingdom had a blood feud. Today's Roaring Kingdom can be said to have risen by stepping on the mountain of corpses and blood of the orc clan. This kind of racial feud is simply impossible to resolve. If the orcs were willing to give in, they would never have dragged on until now.

Qin Ping was even more convinced that the orc clan was forced to survive and made some kind of compromise to the Roaring Kingdom. And the Roaring Kingdom side, in order to maximize the benefits in the battle for the old ghost mountain, just took the opportunity to use the orc clan.

"If this army crosses the grassland and kills into the old ghost mountain, it will really be a disaster!"

Qin Ping's heart was quite solemn, praying that the orc army would not come too quickly. Otherwise, the Green Tiger Tribe, as well as the other tribes that are still waiting to migrate, will definitely be in trouble.

"Huh?"

Just as Qin calmly looked at it, an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly came to his heart. He looked around vigilantly, and the cold wind blew across the grassland, making a loud noise, but he didn't see any suspicious clues.

"What's going on?"

For the dangerous sense of smell, Qin Ping is still quite confident. But the results of his observations made him deeply puzzled. His heart moved, and he couldn't help but cast his gaze to the sky. The clouds in the sky were thin, not too many, and there were no suspicious birds.

"Am I feeling wrong?"

Qin Ping was confused in his heart, but his nerves tensed. He suspected that the enemy who was eyeing him was not nearby at all. This means that he is likely to be targeted by an extraordinarily powerful being.

That's not a good thing, and it's not impossible.

The Great War is about to start, and reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance are going on every day. The position he was in now was already a warning area for the orc army.

At this moment, Qin Ping had a retreat in his heart.

He didn't want to be sniped by some unknown and powerful being.

Swish!

At that moment, the weeds behind him shook. The subtle sound of breaking wind carried an eerie tremor, giving him a terrifying feeling of thorns in his back.

It's an assassination!

He reacted almost instantaneously.

Obviously, the other party is an extremely terrifying existence, and his stealth skills are very superb. The assassin really seized a very good opportunity, just taking advantage of Qin Ping's previous cultivation, his vigilance dropped greatly, and he unknowingly touched Qin Ping's vicinity.

Maybe he missed the best assassination opportunity, but at this moment, it's still very deadly!

A little cold light broke through the sky, as fast as a flying thunderbolt of phantom light.

It was a sharp thorn, black and red all over, like jade and bone. From the sharp edge it spit out, it could be seen that it was a beast soldier, a beast soldier with terrifying penetrating power. Its edge is nothing short of an armor's nightmare.

Qin Ping couldn't see its edge, because before he could turn around, the three-foot-long thorn had been accurately pierced into the back of his heart.

That position is too deadly.

If pierced, his heart will be directly punctured.

It was a fatal blow that had been brewing for a long time!

Click!

The terrifying stabbing sound was accompanied by a terrifying impact force, and Qin Ping's body fell forward sharply, falling to the ground in embarrassment.

At the most critical moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Horn Divine Armor played its due value, but its protection was not enough. It was actually stabbed by a single blow, and it failed to defuse the force of that blow.

Qin Ping only felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The ground had already been smashed out of a big hole by him, and his body was even stiffer and painful. He suffered a lot of internal injuries, but he did not dare to hesitate.

The palms slammed into the ground, got up, and turned, barely stagnating. He has entered the state of tyrant. Turning sharply, he finally saw the initiator. The enemy's costume is very peculiar, and the armor is like a mixture of rock and earth, and even covered with grass, completely obscuring the opponent's figure. Although this makes enemies look extremely bloated, it does not affect their speed.

Like a golden cicada shedding its shell, the assassin burst out of the rock and earth armor. He held another spike in his hand, as fast as a phantom, and the sharp edge was directed at Qin Ping's right eye.

In the face of such a blow, Qin Ping knew that he had already lost the opportunity, and even if he used butterflies, he was afraid that it would be difficult to resist.

He felt pain in his right eye, but his pupils contracted frantically in the face of death. In the blink of an eye, he can firmly control his physical body. His eyes blinked in a ten-thousandth of a second.

It wasn't something he did on purpose, but an instinctive reaction to self-preservation, because before that, a flash of fire shot out from the depths of the pupil of his right eye.

Wind and fire sword!

He already had a lot of stock in his body, but the situation was so critical that he could only forcibly release it from his pupils. For the eyes, of course, it is a terrible injury. That's why he blinked. But it's worth risking an eye to save your life. There's no quicker way to deal with it.

The last to come, the soul beast trick, the fire brought by the wind and fire sword is faster, and in a flash, it has disappeared.

Time seemed to have slowed down, and Qin Ping's eyes blinked, and he saw the other party suddenly close his eyes. And what he has to do is desperately turn his head sideways. Because he succeeded. The Wind and Fire Sword had already shot into his mind from the pupils of the other party's eyes.

Phew!

The sharp thorns grazed his cheeks, leaving deep blood grooves on Qin Ping's cheeks. The enemy was still affected after all, otherwise, he would not have had time to avoid the skull.

This blood trough told Qin Ping that the most terrifying crisis had passed.

In the state of tyrant, instead of taking any retreat, he took a step forward vigorously, and he didn't have time to use any beast tricks, but just used the power of his body as quickly as he could, and slammed a punch on the opponent's chest.

Click, blood mist churning!

The assassin's chest exploded, breaking in two. The upper half of the body flew out, and when it landed, black smoke was already rising from the seven orifices.

"Assassin of the Roaring Kingdom, what a terrifying ability!"

Qin Ping's body flickered, spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and supported the ground with one hand, only then did he stabilize himself.

Although the battle began and ended like lightning, it was no less thrilling than encountering the wild shaman head-on.

The blood groove on his face, the internal injuries on his body, the Ten Thousand Spirit Horn Divine Armor that was shattered by a blow, and the temporarily blind right eye all told Qin Ping that he had just walked on the verge of life and death.

"It's just a three-rank beast master!"

Qin Ping's heart was solemn for a while, and he was also aware of some of his own shortcomings. Although his attack methods are good, in terms of speed and stealth ability, he has become a fatal shortcoming.

He really didn't want to suffer a second assassination like this.

It was also an assassination, this beast master from the Roaring Kingdom was obviously much more terrifying than Qu Mufeng.

A thought flashed through Qin Ping's heart, and he couldn't help but look at the two black and red spikes, as well as the strange rock and earth armor.

In retrospect, he realized that he had witnessed the Assassin before that. But at the time, he didn't realize that it would be a mortal threat. He thought it was just a normal bush.

Now he finally knew that it was a special beast soldier.