The atmosphere in the beggar department has also suddenly become tense.

The training of the soldiers is carried out every day. A large number of materials that can be scavenged in from the outside world are also constantly coming in and out of this rare mountain, preparing for the great war that will come sooner or later.

The first is that Mingjiao first carried out a fairly good information blockade, and secondly, this matter is located in the northwest Kunlun Mountain and both sides are far away from the Central Plains, of course, it is difficult to attract the attention of the Central Plains martial arts, so the matter has almost disappeared from the mainstream media.

However, for the steppe overlord Turks, such a shocking move is naturally inescapable, and the Turks, the transcendent overlords entrenched in the steppe, finally focused all their attention on this tribe that cannot be underestimated, so soon the envoys sent by the Turkic army have arrived in the tribe. Deliver an ultimatum to the beggars.

At this time, the news of the movement of the Turkic army was already clear among the tribes. The Western Route Army's Martial Powers and the Eastern Route Army's Netherworld, with hundreds of thousands of divisions, swept away from both sides of the entire fortress. And Feng Yancheng personally led the main force of the Middle Route Army and came straight to the beggar army.

This man was the spiritual leader of the Turkic army, and he had great achievements in battle, and he was defeated by Xiao Jue and Yelu Chutian. During the ten-year Khitan Turkic hegemony, tens of thousands of golden wolf troops under his command have never been defeated, and they are known as the god of war!

Inside the tent of the beggar king, a group of people were discussing in the room, and the sound of talking gradually came from outside the door. Everyone stopped discussing, and at the door, Timur the white deer and a figure dressed in Turkic official uniforms appeared.

There was a sound of "bang", everyone looked at the tent and stood up together, the Turkic envoy was obviously stunned for a moment, Bailu Timur looked around at the people inside, and said with a gentle smile: "This is the envoy from the Turks, Mr. Turki, sir, this is the man in my beggar department." ”

Na Tuli looked around and laughed: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a hero, no wonder he can make such a grand feat that shocks the world on the top of the Ming Sect!" ”

Temujin got up and waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. is too famous, a reckless man, take advantage of the courage of the moment, but Mr. Feng Yancheng of your country is full of wisdom, and he has never been defeated outside the country, which makes me quite respectful!" ”

Renya grabbed Zhou Yi's hands tightly, and the superb Heavenly Demon Qi quickly merged with Zhou Yi's Nine Heavens True Qi, and after running in his body for three weeks, he said with a sad brow: "Alas! You have been hiding it from me, it turns out that the injuries in your body are still so bad, all the true qi is kicked away by the toad gong, and the main meridians are broken off seven or eight, and it is really unbelievable that the immortal divine effect of the "Nine Heavens True Scripture" can be operated by the true qi to hang your life! ”

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, but his expression was firm, and he said in a deep voice: "Fools have stupid blessings, they stand after breaking, and they succeed after defeat." I hope that the Dafa of the Changing Day can really have the miraculous effect of resurrecting the dead as the legend says! ”

The sun rises above the horizon and illuminates the grasslands.

Renya used her superb Heavenly Demon Power to pull the Nine Heavens True Qi hidden in Zhou Yi's body. Stimulate the potential of his three chakras and seven chakras, and release his residual true qi; As for whether or not he can dismiss Zhou Yi's broken main meridians, it depends on his own skills and the divine effect of the Dafa of Changing the Sun.

"From one thought to another; Life and death are endless, and life arises from extinction"

Zhou Yi silently recited the mystical mantra of the Day-changing Dafa, his mind was precipitated in his own meridians, everything seemed to keep up with the situation mentioned in the Day-changing Dafa mantra, and gradually entered a state of absolute relaxation.

A few wild eagles were hovering over the sparse forest of a small lake in the distance, and Zhou Yi quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

As he sat down like an old monk, a faint golden light quietly seeped out of the pores of his skin, and then wrapped around his body like tiny vines, refining his skin, muscles, and even bones in a strange tempering way.

And under the tempering of this pale golden light, Zhou Yi's skin that was quite white before gradually had a hint of bronze, which seemed to make his body more full of power.

With his retreat, it seemed that the entire star field was fused with his breath, and every time his breathing increased, every flower and grass on the grassland fluctuated bit by bit. Under this breath, time passed quietly like sand between your fingers

A few hours later, in Zhou Yi's dead body, which was as dead as dead wood, there was suddenly a trace of abnormal movement, and above his body, wisps of pale golden flames suddenly began to gush out continuously, and these flames were entangled and wriggling, wrapping Zhou Yi's entire body and burning.

"Roar!"

As this roar sounded, the calm pale golden flame suddenly rioted wildly, and the pair of tightly closed eyes finally trembled slightly at this moment, and then slowly opened.

When his eyes opened, in the dark eyes, golden flames suddenly burned in his eyes, and two rays of fire burst out from his eyes, like two lasers, tearing out two cracks on the turf on the ground!

An unusually hot breath slowly spewed out along Zhou Yi's throat, and with this breath exhaled, the bronze color on Zhou Yi's body slowly converged.

"The Great Law of Changing the Day! That's it! ”

In the king's tent, Tuli is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a good appearance, high-minded talk, and probably a prominent Turkic family in the Turks.

After beckoning him to sit down, Tuli began to talk eloquently, analyzing the situation on the grassland clearly, and his words were quite dignified. But no matter what he said, Temujin's face had a sneer of disdain on it, which was quite puzzling to Tuli.

Tuli arched his hand and took a sip from his teacup. From the moment he entered, he was also carefully surveying the young and burly tribal leader opposite.

The body is slender, the appearance is chic and majestic, wearing a pair of ancient leather armor, a vigorous appearance, and the momentum is extraordinary. As the chief envoy of the Turkic Ministry, he had seen most of the leaders of the Saiwai tribes over the years, even the Khitan Emperor Yelu Chutian and even the Khitan Golden Commander Xiao Jue, who was absolutely incomparable.

If you have to find a leader who can be compared, it is only the Turkic pride of heaven in your own country!

Prairie Martial Venerable - Fengyan City! (To be continued.) )