In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, Ning Chuan lives in this tribe, and nothing has happened, Ning Chuan is alone to find a hidden place to practice except for patrolling the mountain tower every day.

One of the horns of the ironclad dragon rhinoceros was carried by him, and the people in the tribe were curious about what he was carrying on his back, but no one had the leisure to look at it.

Ning Chuan is also happy to be idle, practicing and patrolling every day, blocking the mountain fist and swimming dragon steps, Ning Chuan is becoming more and more proficient, and his strength has reached the great power of the power of the Eight Dragon Horse.

However, no one in the Feiyan tribe knew about it, they only thought that Ning Chuan was a child who had not yet cultivated.

And since the first day, Ning Chuan has never seen Hongyan again, according to Shanta, the leader of Hongyan has been cultivating, just to be able to take the slightest initiative when facing the Manniu tribe.

However, just listening to the narrative of the mountain tower, Ning Chuan knew that the Manniu tribe was not so easy to think about.

The Manniu tribe is said to have thirteen hunting teams, twenty felt houses, and thousands of people.

On this day, as usual, Ning Chuan had just returned from cultivation and was about to go to rest after eating, when he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The people of the Feiyan tribe got up in an instant, the people of the hunting team and the patrol team stood at the front, while Ning Chuan stood behind with the old and weak.

When the horse team approached, Ning Chuan saw clearly that it was a team of cavalry, about thirty people, and each of them had a vague momentum.

Looking at the solemn but sad expressions on the faces of Shanta and Hongyan, Ning Chuan was a little unbearable.

He has only lived here for more than ten days, but this tribe is a rare and simple tribe, from Hongyan to Shanta, to everyone in the tribe, although everyone rarely talks on weekdays, but Ning Chuan can feel the harmonious atmosphere in this tribe.

Just like the Beixing tribe, unlike other tribes, it is full of competition and intrigues.

"Leader Hongyan, I don't know what you're thinking about, are you going with me? Or let me take you away? ”

The leader of this group of cavalry was an old man in his sixties, in fact, Shanta secretly told him that this person was the leader of the Manniu tribe, Nanshan, who was over seventy years old this year.

Ning Chuan looked at Hongyan, who was in his thirties, this Nanshan was already in his seventies, and he was really not worthy of the leader of Hongyan, such a gentle woman, kind-hearted, but because she was weak......

Hongyan had a calm face and didn't say a word, only her clenched fists could tell that her heart was not calm.

The mountain tower on the side shouted angrily: "Nanshan, you are dead of this heart, you are in your seventies, maybe you will die at any time, and you even beat the idea of our Hongyan leader?" ”

Nanshan's face remained unchanged, and he still looked at Hongyan indifferently, as if he hadn't heard Shanta's words.

After a few breaths, the scene was silent for a while, Nanshan looked at Hongyan with a smile, shook his head and said, "It seems that you are unwilling, it doesn't matter, I won't force you!" ”

As she spoke, Hongyan became more and more desperate as she listened to Nanshan's words, while the rest of the Feiyan tribe was very calm, as if they had expected everything that would follow.

But seeing that Nanshan's eyes suddenly became cold, he said coldly: "No one is left!" ”

Thirty fiery horses crossed the fence, and thirty cavalrymen with spears and bone spurs in their hands, rushed into the crowd of the Feiyan tribe, slaughtering without any scruples.

Shanta was furious for a while, clenched his fists and was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Hongyan, who shook his head at Shanta with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said, "You will also die!" ”

Shanta knelt in front of Hongyan and said respectfully: "Leader, thank you for saving me in the first place, but I can't watch them kill my tribe's people in front of me, I ran away three years ago, and I can't run away today!" ”

As soon as the words fell, regardless of Hongyan's obstruction, he snatched a steel knife from the hand of one of the patrol team and rushed forward, looking at the group of cavalry and shouting: "Kill me if you have a kind, you waste, you will only bully the old and weak!" ”

The thirty cavalrymen turned around suddenly, and the cold gaze made the mountain tower's body tremble, but anger and resentment made him go berserk, and he continued to insult.

The thirty horsemen listened coldly to the insults of the tower, as if unmoved, and sat quietly on their horses and watched the tower, only occasionally when someone ran in front of them, they would stab their spears.

After scolding for a while, the mountain tower seemed to be tired of scolding, and listened to it, and then the cavalry urged the horses to step forward slowly, and the leader came to the mountain tower, glanced at him, and asked, "Finished scolding?" ”

Shanta was stunned for a moment, a little unclear, but the man seemed to fall into a memory, and said to himself: "It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've heard anyone scold me!" ”

Immediately, the spear in his hand suddenly pierced out, piercing the heart of the mountain tower, and the mountain tower suddenly lost its life, leaving only wide eyes, looking at the man angrily.

The man slashed with his spear, and the head of the mountain tower rolled to the ground, but the man picked it up with his spear, looked at the mountain tower for a while, and said with a smile: "I like this expression!" ”

This smile was the first time that this group of people showed their expressions, but in Ning Chuan's eyes, it was extremely hideous, he knew that the mountain tower was certain to die.

Among the Feiyan tribes, only Hongyan and the captains of the three hunting teams were at the Gang Qi level, most of the others were the power of cattle and horses, and the mountain tower was only at the internal qi level.

And those thirty cavalrymen, each of them is at the level of Gangqi, and the rapid speed is not at all something that the mountain tower can resist.

The man flung the head of the mountain tower backwards and landed not far from Ning Chuan's side, and then the group of cavalry began to slaughter again.

Ning Chuan could only watch from the sidelines, and even fled with the crowd, he had no other way, if there were only one or two cavalrymen, he could still come forward to fight, but thirty, and the one who looked at Hongyan and had not yet made a move.

Ning Chuan can't take risks, he still has his father's last wish, and his relatives in the dense forest.

Therefore, no matter how good he has a good impression of this place, even if he has feelings for these people, he can't be reckless to send them to death!

"Alright, let's stop!" Nanshan's faint voice came from not far away.

The thirty cavalry suddenly stopped killing, retracted their weapons and drove their horses back behind Nanshan, and the whole movement was uniform, as if they had experienced a thousand times.

Hongyan looked at the mountain tower that had not yet been blinded, and tears kept flowing in her closed eyes.

"What's going on, Hongyan, you know, I've never liked to force people, I prefer you to take the initiative!" Nanshan said with a light smile.

Hongyan looked back, there were originally more than 100 people in the Feiyan tribe, and there were only less than thirty people still standing at the moment, and her heart was still miserable.

Hongyan opened her mouth and was about to speak, but saw a flash of fire rising in the distance.

Hongyan's eyes brightened instantly, Nanshan turned his head suddenly, looking at the direction where the firelight was rising, and a light smile instantly retreated from his face, replaced by a violent anger.

"Quick, go back to the tribe!" He didn't even have time to take the red swallow he wanted, and went back quickly with thirty cavalrymen.

After the sound of the horse's hooves faded away, Hongyan collapsed to the ground, looked at the blood and corpses all over the ground, and said distractedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

She was blaming herself, she just didn't want to marry Nanshan, but so many people died.

Ning Chuan came to Hongyan's side, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted: "You don't have to be like this, they understand you, just like the mountain tower, they never blamed you for saving them without sacrificing yourself, they just hated themselves for being too weak and failing to protect the tribe!" ”

Hearing Ning Chuan's words, Hongyan felt a little better, wiped her tears, her face was a little pale and haggard, and nodded to Ning Chuan.

"If it weren't for the Wild Bull Tribe, I'm afraid we would all be in trouble, I wonder if you will hate me?" Hongyan suddenly asked Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan smiled, "What right do I have to hate you, it was you who saved me, I have no reason for you to sacrifice yourself again!" ”

Ning Chuan secretly said in his heart: "It was you who took me in, I have a reason to make myself strong, and then repay you!" ”

At night, everyone fell asleep with a heavy load, and under the moonlight, there were two figures quietly emerging from two different places in the Feiyan tribe.

Their direction was not far from the place where the fire was rising, and where it was the camp of the Barbarian Bull tribe.

I don't know if it's because of that fire, there is no one patrolling the Wild Bull Tribe at the moment, and two black shadows sneak in from different places.

One of them, with a thin body, was none other than Ning Chuan, who first came to the place where the tribe was resting, looked at the sleeping people, and took out the knife used by the mountain tower.

Performing the dragon step, quickly slashing between the necks of everyone, less than half a pillar of incense, this place, about eighty people died quietly.

Ning Chuan followed the faint light of the fire, touched it little by little, and in the dark night, only the sound of the blade entering the body was heard, and thousands of people from the Barbarian Niu tribe died quietly under a steel knife.

The sky was hazy, and it seemed like it was about to dawn, but the hour before dawn was always the darkest hour.

Ning Chuan didn't kill those ordinary people anymore, but sank into the felt room, and the cold light of the steel knife couldn't be seen at all in the silent night.

Ning Chuan frowned, it was too dark now, he couldn't see anything at all, let alone kill people, Ning Chuan stomped on the ground with his foot.

"Who?" Suddenly, there was a question, and the people in this felt room woke up instantly, but all they saw was darkness.

Everyone was in a noisy manner, got up the weapon, kept asking, the corner of Ning Chuan's mouth grinned, and he slashed it along with the sound.

But he heard a series of screams, and after ten breaths, Ning Chuan walked out of the yurt and touched the steel knife with his hand, the blood on it had already scabbed, and it was as thick as an animal skin.

Ning Chuan's expression was calm, there was no panic after the killing, and there was no so-called nausea and nausea.

As early as when he was three years old, he understood the cruelty of survival on the grassland, and if people want to live, they must not be soft!

"There is still about half a pillar of incense before dawn." Ning Chuan looked at a few yurts not far away, but he walked towards the one with the flag, and muttered, "There is no time, it's cheap for you!" ”