Yang Jian and his party walked along the rugged and steep mountain road, and if they looked down from the air not far away, they could see that the six people were almost connected in a line.

At the head of the line are two strong men, Hans and Bob, who act as guides and have the widest field of vision, using their strong arms to pull the team forward.

In the middle are Yang Jian and Feng, Feng's hand is dragging Sissi, and Sissi's other hand is dragging the tail of the team.

As for the shadow of Diriji, this guy hid in Yang Jian's storage ring and slept peacefully.

Along the way, Hans and Bob are almost frozen into snowmen, shielding the rest of the team from the snow.

"Hans, Bob, do you need a break?" , Yang Jian asked.

"Head, it's okay, my flesh and blood power can last a long time", Bob held the lightsaber in one hand and plunged deep into the snow, he cautiously walked forward to avoid danger.

A few hundred meters in the air from the team, an inconspicuous black dot hovered nearby, constantly spinning and dancing, as if tracking the entire team.

The black dot hovered for a few minutes, and then flew towards the depths of the snowy mountain.

On the ridge of a certain group of peaks in the 10,000-year-old Snow Mountain, from a distance, it looks like a jade plate covered with black spots.

"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"

With a deafening shout, a large number of young and strong Toulouse warriors were doing their morning exercises on the ridge.

I saw that their faces were full of murderous energy, their movements were fierce and fast, and their fists were windy.

The head of the sect is a young man with a grim face and no smile.

He paid close attention to his subordinates' fist skills, giving guidance and correction from time to time, and it could be seen that his status among the Toulouse clan should be relatively high.

"Lord Rabina," one of the attendants stepped forward cautiously, not daring to breathe.

"Huh?" The young man known as Rabina snorted, his eyes inquiring.

"Just now the snow sculpture sent a message that a human being is approaching this side of the ridge."

"How many of them are there?" Rabina seemed unimpressed.

"Six, men and women, old and young," the attendant said truthfully.

When Rabina heard this, his face turned to the side.

"One person from the bison tribe and the hare tribe will go and have a look."

"Oh, the buffalo clan will be called Basturu, and the hare clan will call Amuri and tell them to bring them all here, and I will dispose of them."

The Toulouse have always shown no mercy to foreigners, and if they fall into their hands, most of them will end miserably.

"Yes", the attendant hurriedly went to carry out the order.

Speaking of this Rabina, few people in the human world may know about it, but in this Toulouse tribe, he is known to everyone, and everyone knows about it.

He has a thunderous title - Avalanche!

Avalanche Rabina is said to have been blessed by the god of snow, and in a fit of rage, he can create an avalanche of a wide area and bury thousands of enemies. Therefore, he became the head of the hundreds of thousands of Toulouse Praetorian Guards at a young age, which can be described as a spring breeze.

As good as he is, he has a soft side, and that is his sister.

Whenever someone talks about his sister, he always exudes a rare warmth.

If one day, he had to give up his life in exchange for her happiness, I think he would not hesitate to agree!

In my brother's mind, you will always be my little Mintai!