Chapter 607 - Please Don't Smile (I)

"Shen Qiushu, why did you send someone to send him to death?"

Shen Qiushu's face was indifferent when he heard this: "I just acted on orders, and I kept my mouth clean. These two were invited by you from the north. 」

The northern cultivator who surrounded them seemed to think of something, and his gaze fell on Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, and then he thought of something, and his face changed slightly: "Is it someone from Yunfu?"

Xu Yan ignored it, and Jin Qianji clenched his fists at the right time and smiled: "Yunfu disciples, Jin Qianji and Xu Yan, as well as their boy Lan Mingxin, accompanied them to the north to practice. 」

Everyone's faces became solemn, and there was no longer that kind of frivolous meaning.

It was not the first day that the disciples of Yunfu came to the north to practice.

Moreover, every time the disciples of Yunfu came, they would make a fuss in the north, which had to make them look at it squarely.

"Please come with us. 」

Most of the cultivators who had surrounded this side suddenly dispersed, and only two people were left to take the lead and continue to walk along the flag path with them. The more I walked, the more I saw several large tents parked in front of me beside the flagway.

Shen Qiushu explained to the three at the right time: "This is the custom of the north, they don't trust the south, they think that the south is all cunning people, and if they don't pay attention, they will quietly burrow into the north through the flag road. So they will set up a line of defense in the flag lane. 」

"Or to put it simply, this is the city wall of the forest python that belongs to the north, of course, there is no pattern like the forest python. 」

The northern cultivator in front of him sneered, "There is one thing you have missed—the people who live in these tents are the most powerful cultivators on the battle front. Whoever dares to sneak over, I'm afraid that the blood flag on the flag road will become more red again. 」

Xu Yan and the other three were all very interesting to listen to, after all, such things were not even recorded in the scroll. Moreover, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, two people who have read through the scrolls, know that there are very few records about the north in the scrolls.

The reason is also that the north does not like the style of writing, and there are naturally very few records of literature like Juanzang, and even if there are records, they are all the wisdom inheritance of the forces or tribes, let alone the spread of it. This is also the difference between the north and the south, the south is rich in academic nature, and all kinds of books and scrolls are collected, so that its intelligence, knowledge, and mastery are passed down from generation to generation.

In the north, however, it is more like a master-apprentice system, with words and teachings passed on by example. Therefore, it is much more difficult to cultivate and become a cultivator in the north than in the south, but once you successfully embark on the path of cultivation, you will generally be stronger than in the south, and this is the reason.

The weak eat the strong, and those who grow up have been baptized by blood and fire.

Naturally it will be stronger!

............

They came to the position of the flag road, surrounded by large tents, but saw that there were already people waiting in front of them.

There were more than a dozen figures in front of him, and the aura emanating from each of them was not ordinary.

This kind of unusualness made Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's faces solemn.

These more than ten northern cultivators are naturally far from being able to compare with the senior brothers and sisters of Yunfu, let alone Huihong, the powerhouse of the Five Palace Realm. They are weaker, but younger.

Youth, often represents potential.

The dozen or so figures standing in front of the Dao in front of him were the most powerful cultivators in the north in the bloody front. And they will also be the ones who guard the blood path.

It's just that what Xu Yan and Jin Qianji subconsciously focused on was a figure sitting on a chair.

The chair was wide, even wider than the bamboo chair that Xu Yan usually used as a bed. The handles, backrests and cushions on both sides of the bamboo chair are wrapped in the fur of wild beasts, and on the back is a tiger head that has been made into a specimen, which looks extremely domineering.

But this is not what Xu Yan cares about.

What they cared about was the man sitting in the chair.

Compared to this chair, the person sitting in the chair is much smaller.

At first glance, this person looked like a child who was only six or seven years old, but the cold indifference on his face, and the silent eyes around him, looking at him in awe, all showed that this child was unusual.

............

The child glanced at the three of them, then turned his gaze to Xu Yan.

His voice was not immature, but a mature and deep male voice, causing a great contrast: "You are Mr. Seven of Yunfu, Xu Yan?"

Xu Yan endured this sense of contrast, nodded and said, "I am. 」

The child also nodded, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Only the strength of the Second Palace Realm can catch my blow, and he is worthy of being a disciple of Yunfu. 」

Xu Yan was stunned when he heard this: "Your blow?"

The child didn't think so, but said nothing. On the contrary, Shen Qiu's writing was solemn, and he looked at the child with a battle intent on his face: "Don't laugh, Northern Demon God. The shame of the Great War is still vividly remembered today. 」

The child known as Mo Xiao still had a calm face and looked at Shen Qiushu, "You are still far away. As he spoke, he looked at the gun on Shen Qiushu's back, "On the contrary, your gun was not interrupted by me that day, which was unexpected. 」

As if touching Shen Qiushu's scales, his complexion changed drastically, and his body was full of murderous energy.

Even Xu Yan and Jin Qianji were slightly surprised, blocking in front of Lan Mingxin.

In fact, Shen Qiushu has been on the bloody front for seven years, and he can be regarded as the strongest person in the bloody front and the Three Palaces Realm in the south, otherwise he would not have become Lin Lao's left arm and right arm, which is to cultivate him as a southern cultivator with unlimited potential.

His murderous aura is like the spear behind his back, and the spear arrives before it is fired.

But the child called Mo Xiao still sat calmly in the wide animal skin chair, and the murderous aura blew his slightly slender blonde hair in the wind. But he looked at him indifferently like a man with nothing, like looking at a dead man.

After seeing it, Xu Yan probably guessed what was going on, and his face was strange but he couldn't hide his horror: "Are you the giant from yesterday?"

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The north is a land where the strong have their own strongholds, and the weak eat the strong.

In this harsh terrain, there is no value in surviving if you are weak.

Like the small tribe that Xiao Hu once lived in, under the hands of a powerful cultivator, he said to erase it.

Only a strong tribe can survive for a long time. Even according to legend, the Burning Heaven Mountain and the Four Seasons Heaven were just a tribe a long, long time ago, but they have developed into such a behemoth today.

But there are a few tribes that are still alive in the north, even though they have only a few hundred people. Even after surviving for hundreds of years, it was uneventful.

The position they occupy is not the best position to survive in the north, but it is not in the worst position either. They are on one side and have no quarrel with the world, but no one dares to offend them. Or hundreds of years have passed, and those who once dared to offend them have been buried under the snow in the north that has not melted for a hundred years.

Among them, there is such a transcendent tribe called the [Djinn Tribe].