Hoping.

It can probably be summed up Su Qi's trip to Liangzhou.

By the time Su Qi arrived outside the Great Green Sword Sect Mountain, the sky was already dark, and there was no moonlight on the day, only endless bright stars competing for glory, and they were working hard to shine.

Xiao Jiao was already lying on his stomach again and Li Chengxiu was sleeping soundly.

Su Qi took Li Chengxiu into the Great Green Sword Sect.

As soon as he returned to Dongtian, Li Chengxiu took out the swordsmanship given by Gong Yu, the "True Yang Golden Pupil", and some of Gong Yu's cultivation experience.

At this time, Su Qi realized that what Gong Yu was talking about was not the cultivation experience of "True Yang Golden Pupil", but the cultivation experience of "Gong Yu himself", which was precious!

As for the swordsmanship created by the Great Green Sword King, after looking at it about a lot, Su Qi felt that this swordsmanship was indeed good, opening and closing, extremely powerful but not losing trickery.

After thinking about it for a while, Su Qi was lazy and didn't want to spend more time, so he directly opened the synthesizer and began to synthesize it with the "Taixuan Sword Sutra" first.

As for the "True Yang Golden Pupil", Su Qi found that this was actually a method that could only be used with swordsmanship after cultivating to a certain level of attainment.

If you only cultivate this "True Yang Golden Pupil", maybe you can only make the pupil color turn golden, which is cool, and then you can see through a little bit of the obstacle at most, and there will be no surprise.

"In this way, do you still have to cultivate your swordsmanship first, and then use this "True Yang Golden Pupil" to bless it?" Su Qi touched his chin.

I thought about it and threw it down again.

Anyway, in the end, it should be handed over to the "idle cultivation puppet".

Su Qi still has a lot of cultivation points at the moment, so he doesn't panic at all.

Su Qi himself, at the moment, only needs to improve his body a little.

After all, although Su Qi had two Dao weapons and many quasi-Dao weapons, he still had to rely on his own strength when he was fighting.

As the old saying goes, you need to be hard to strike iron!

Su Qi felt that he still had to ...... Well, a little harder!

That's right!

The harder, the better!

Thinking that he was praised as "big" by the White Lotus Mother this time, Su Qi felt that the next time they met, they should strive to make her praise herself "hard" again......

That's perfect.

Staying quietly in the cave sky, Su Qi began to cultivate with all his heart.

Li Chengxiu is also practicing wholeheartedly in addition to helping Su Qi deal with some miscellaneous matters.

Xiao Jiao is still sleeping next to the seven spirit branches.

......

......

In this world, some people live a stable and comfortable life, and everything goes well, and naturally there are people who live a hot and hot life, and life is better than death.

Myrdal steppe.

Unlike the moon that cannot be seen on the Qingtian Mountain Range, the bright moon on the grassland is extremely beautiful and clear.

A tall barbarian boy was standing on a high dirt slope looking south.

"Horatio!" a female voice sounded like a yellow warbler.

The boy turned his head slightly, and saw the girl with slightly dark and yellow wheat-colored skin, but eyes as bright as black pearls.

"Delia!" a big smile spread across the face of the boy known as Horatio.

The girl climbed the small dirt slope on the grassland with vigorous steps, and stood side by side with the boy: "What are you looking at?"

Hearing this, the smile on Horatio's face dimmed slightly, and he looked south again, with a slight hatred in his voice: "I heard, ...... right away Those Terrans are coming to our steppe again. ”

Suddenly, Delia's black pearl-like eyes flickered slightly, and her voice seemed to tremble a little: "They...... Will they kill us like in the story that Grandpa told?"

Feeling the girl's fear, Horatio immediately held the girl's little hand and said seriously: "Don't worry, Delia, I will protect you, of course, I ...... It will protect our tribe too!"

"Hmm......" Delia replied weakly, but there was still fear in her eyes.

The smile on Horatio's face brightened again: "Don't be like this, Delia, you have to believe me, do you remember? Grandpa said that I will be the most powerful warrior in the Myrdal steppe during this Jiazi period!

"Well, I believe you!" Delia's eyes lit up again.

And in the tribal camp not far away, at this moment, the tribal sacrificial tent that should have turned off the lights a long time ago is still lit with lights that are extremely precious to the satisfaction of the grassland.

Seven old men dressed as sacrificials sat together, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

After a long time, the priest, who looked the most old, slowly spoke:

"Don't be silent, what do you think of the words sent by the envoys of the three royal courts?"

"No! Compared to the Terrans, those royal court barbarians who acquiesced in our slaughter by the Terrans were even more hateful, and I would never agree to cooperate with them!" said one of the youngest priests, slapping the table.

And next to him, there was an older sacrificial urn and said: "No matter how hateful they are, they are of the same race as us after all, I think it is not bad for us to join forces with them once to make the patriarch remember it for a long time!

At this time, another priest spoke: "I think we can't trust the royal court barbarians too much, the rulers among them have rotted into a drunken life and forgotten the responsibility left by their ancestors! On the contrary, can we contact the human race, and in turn let the royal court barbarians suffer a big loss?

There were different opinions, and for a time, these many sacrifices were debated.

Seeing this scene of disagreement, the oldest priest finally couldn't help but sigh.

As soon as he heard this sigh, the whole camp was silent.

"Then High Priest Hawkins, you ...... What do you think?"

With a question, all the priests in the entire tent looked at the old priest with blazing eyes.

Hawkins slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body first, and then said slowly: "I think, let's not care about foreign enemies first, and don't care about what the barbarians in the royal court are saying, the first thing we need to do is that our seven tribes must truly unite!"

Hearing this, the six priests representing the other tribes present were all stunned, and then pondered one by one.

Hawkingston paused, then continued: "We have been slaughtered like pigs and sheep for hundreds of years!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, although we have always formed an alliance, we have never really united! So, I hope that this time, our seven major tribes can truly unite once and resist the human race!"

"And if we want to really unite, the first thing we need to do is to have a unified commander! In this regard, I, Hawkins, recommend our tribe, Horatio, as the commander-in-chief of the resistance to the Terrans!"