"Brother Ling, what are you thinking?" Meng Siao thought about this, and the whole person suddenly became a little distracted, and the scout talked endlessly, and at the end, he turned his head to look at him, but what he saw was like this, and he couldn't help but reach out and pat him on the shoulder.

Meng Siao suddenly came back to his senses and smiled: "It's nothing, I just think what you just said, the people of the barbarian race, like demon beasts, think it's very interesting." ”

When the scout heard this, he also smiled and said: "Actually, this is not my own opinion, all veterans who have been here for more than three years have such a feeling. However, this is just a joke, no matter how tenacious the barbarian people are, no matter how simple-minded they are, after all, they are still like us, human habits, how can they be real monsters. ”

"yes, a weird race. Meng Siao shrugged his shoulders and looked at the forest in the distance, only to see that at this moment when he was distracted, Canglan Jiang had eliminated two more barbarian men, and the remaining two, under this almost desperate battle, seemed to be a little exhausted.

Sure enough, to solve the two remaining barbarians, it took less than a cup of tea for Canglan River.

It can be seen that he seems to have realized the barbarians' tendon-like fighting style, the more he fights behind, the more calm he becomes, and the consumption of spiritual power is far less than before.

Although only five of the nine barbarians were killed by him, and the remaining four lost the ability to fight again, they were obviously not to the point of being seriously injured and dying. It's just that Canglan River doesn't seem to want to waste time here anymore, or is worried that the previous fight will attract more barbarian people, and after putting down the last two barbarians, his figure flashed and continued to go towards the depths of the barbarian mountain range.

"Brother, thank you for leading the way, if you have a chance to see you again in the future, I will invite you to drink!" Watching the Canglan River body unfold, Meng Siao smiled and patted the scout's shoulder, and then directly stepped out of the air, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he was revealed again, he was already on the branch of a big tree ten feet away from this big tree.

"Tsk, no wonder the backer will send him to monitor, this kind of body is simply amazing!" The scout sighed in admiration, seeing that between a few ups and downs, Meng Siao and Canglan Jiang had disappeared, he jumped down from the tree, ran straight to the nine barbarians who fell to the ground, raised his hand, a dagger shining with cold light, first cleanly cut the throats of the four barbarians who had lost their combat power, and then raised his knife and put all the ears of these nine people into a cloth bag around his waist.

This is a military feat picked up for nothing, don't do it in vain, in exchange for the reward money, it should be the Ling brother from Jingshi, please drink yourself.

The scout quickly touched the bodies of the nine barbarians, and found that there was nothing else, so he immediately picked up the weapons that could still be used on the ground, looked at the direction in which Meng Siao and Canglan River had disappeared, and then happily turned around and went back to the camp to collect the extra money.

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For seven days in a row, Meng Siao hung behind the Canglan River not far away, and two figures, one in front of the other, shuttled through this dangerous mountain range full of poisonous insects and flying ants.

In seven days, Canglan River encountered two barbarian squads, one with seven people and one with nine people, but none of them caused him much trouble.

After three battles, Meng Siao also noticed that although the men of these barbarian tribes were extremely powerful, they could even break the trunk of a bucket with one punch, but whether it was the fighting skills or techniques, they were very shallow, more like fighting with an instinct.

Such a barbarian, as long as you pay attention when fighting, don't be hit head-on by their fists or weapons, and it is not too difficult to clean up.

It is no wonder that the divine power of the barbarian gods, over the years, has been suppressed to death by the barbarian army trained by Meng Haoran, and it has not been able to break through the defense line of the defenders in southern Xinjiang at all.

It's no wonder that seven years ago, his cheap old man, alone, slaughtered nineteen barbarian tribes. If the barbarians are only at this level of strength, let alone nineteen, even if there are one hundred and ninety, for a Jindan monk, they can kill them all, it is nothing more than spending a little more time.

However, this contempt for the barbarians was finally broken by a team of barbarian warriors seven days later, when the two of them were about to walk out of this mountain range and enter the Yanyan Fire State.

This group of twelve barbarian warriors, whether it is dressed or the strange weapons in their hands, are not much different from the three barbarian squads encountered by Canglan River before, if there is a difference, it is that in terms of numbers, there are only a few more.

When Canglan Jiang ran headlong into this twelve-person barbarian team in the middle of the speed, whether it was him, or Meng Siao, who was hanging from behind, not far away, thought that this would be another battle without any suspense.

Meng Siao had even estimated the time it would take for Canglan River to solve this team of twelve barbarians.

However, just the beginning of the fight was completely beyond the expectations of the two -

This twelve-person barbarian warrior team, whether it is a single combat power or cooperation with each other, is simply not on the same level compared to the three barbarian squads encountered in the previous seven days.

In just an instant, Canglan River, who no longer took these barbarians seriously, was almost directly pushed to a dead end. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a medicine elder of the Infant Realm Yuan God hidden in that ancient spirit ring, if it weren't for the medicine elder who happened to make a move and help him perform a great avenue technique to force away the twelve people who had been encircled, I was afraid that this youngest little marquis in the history of Great Chu would be stabbed out of two blood holes between his chest and abdomen by a double-ended scimitar in the shape of a goat's horn.

The line between life and death is really a moment of life and death.

Not only was the Canglan River, which had escaped, a little frightened, but even Meng Siao, who was hiding between a boulder and a bush not far away, was faintly afraid for a while, and his heart palpitated.

Damn, the young master traveled millions of miles from the capital to this barren mountain range, just to follow the Canglan River, the fortune boy, to make a big vote, if this guy had just confessed here, wouldn't the young master have been busy in vain these days?

Although he complained in his heart, the completely different fighting methods of the twelve barbarian warriors in front of him had already aroused a trace of his vigilance.

Just looking at the wolf bèi at the moment just now, the rampage on the line of life and death, you can know that these twelve barbarian warriors are completely different from the barbarian people they met in the barren mountains before.

If the three barbarian squads encountered before were fighting on instinct, then the twelve people in front of them were clearly well-trained warriors, warriors who were really fighting with their brains!