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Six, four, nine, two roads

The moment the metal was nailed into the rock, the teleportation of the wind had already appeared in front of the two barbarian warriors, and the five fingers opened to directly catch their mouths to prevent them from committing suicide. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qianjin stepped forward in a few steps and took out the potion from the Dou Realm, and poured it directly into the mouth of one of the barbarian warriors: "Who are you coming with?"

The barbarian warrior, whose eyes were still full of surprise and anger just now, suddenly quieted down as the entrance of the potion began, and his eyes looked at Qianjin with a dull gaze: "We are following His Royal Highness the great Prince of Farak. ”

Sure enough, Qianjin was sure that he was not mistaken: "So, what are you doing here?"

"Your Highness saw a record from one of the ancestors' notes, saying that he had seen a very strange scenery in the ancient barren sand sea, the hot desert, the cold and huge snow-capped mountains, and a trace of treasure light flashed from the snow......"

The dull gaze became clear again, and more anger piled up between his eyebrows: "You ......"

Bang! The five fingers of the broken wind directly twisted the neck of the sober purple-veined bloodline warrior, and casually threw the soft corpse on the ground, this is not the time for soft hands.

The reason why he met the Horse Thief King and others was because Farak pushed another stupid barbarian Prince Gomez from behind and wanted to incorporate the horse thieves outside the fortress, and finally took the palm of the Horse Thief King's lifeless hand and left injured.

With such strength, such a mind and guts, Broken Wind is still fresh in his memory, treating him as a potential opponent.

After all, whether it is the new demon king competition of the demon race, or the rookie king competition of the Zhence Dynasty, the barbarians will send the younger generation to participate, this is to express friendship between the two sides, on the other hand, it is also to show off to the two major forces on both sides, the barbarians also have a very good young generation, don't just hit the attention of the barbarians in the future.

The Rookie King Competition, the New Demon King Contest will have the outstanding young generation of the barbarians to fight, this has become a routine, in today's era when the six bloodline warriors may awaken, the barbarians must show stronger strength, and they will definitely participate in this grand event.

Farak will appear in this place! Energetic has understood everything, and this barbarian prince also wants to improve his strength through various methods in order to deal with the future rookie king or new demon king competition.

The second bottle of mysterious potion was poured into the mouth of the second purple-veined bloodline warrior, and the frightened eyes suddenly became blurred and sluggish, and he once again sincerely admired the mysterious potion of Teacher Olara, although it was crazy and terrible on weekdays, but the price of this madness did configure a magical potion.

"Does Farak know what's in the mountains?"

"I don't know, the Seventh Prince said that in such a terrible place, there is such a strange situation, it must be a heavy treasure. ”

He didn't care about praising Farak's cleverness and hurriedly asked again: "What is Farak's current strength?"

"The strength of the Seven Princes ......" The eyes of the purple-veined bloodline warrior changed from sluggish to sneering, and the taste full of contempt, as if looking at a dead person, stared at Qianjin: "You want to know? I won't tell you! If you want to think anything about the Seven Princes, you will die a miserable death, a miserable death, a very ......."

Energetic raised his hand and slashed the other man's throat, no longer listening to the vicious threats and intimidations and curses.

"Let's go!" Qianjin looked at the top of the mountain: "Even if the one on the mountain is Qianzhan Xuan, we should take the treasure, we still have to go to the treasure." ”

Whether it is from the relationship between the Zhence Dynasty and the barbarians, or from the relationship between Qianjin and the Seventh Prince Farak at that time, it is really not good.

Because of the barbarian seven princes Farak, Qianjin still remembers that he almost died outside the Saiwai that day, and the two sides can be said to have only festivals, no kindness and friendship in it, for the next rookie king competition, naturally they are competing by means.

The tall snow-capped mountain road was bumpy everywhere, but under the feet of Qianjin and the others, it was no different from the flat and spacious road, and everyone rushed up quickly.

A brilliant firework suddenly rose directly into the air, and the bow and arrow in Qianjin's hand almost simultaneously pierced the throat of one of the barbarian warriors who was hiding to release the signal.

Oops! There is no way to sneak attack! Dry sighed, I wanted to return the insidious things that Farak did outside the fortress that day, but I didn't expect that this prince was very careful, and arranged more than one hidden watcher in this almost sealed space, and when he hurried to kill at the moment he found out, it was already a little late.

Farak, who was moving in the mountains, stopped his majestic body, slowly took off the white cloak he was wearing, and took the clairvoyant mirror from the hands of the people next to him and stretched it a little bit: "Huh, isn't this the kid called Qianjin outside the plug? Good, good, good! It's great!"

"His Royal Highness ...... the Prince"

"It's nothing, it's really the right time for the energy to come!" The gaze shot out of the clairvoyant mirror in Farak's hand matched the energetic gaze when he looked up: "When the Japanese prince left the outside of the fortress and entered the ancient barren sand sea to look for this strange mountain, this prince heard a lot about him, and the entire Zhence Dynasty was promoting his affairs. ”

"I've also heard of it, I heard that he was very powerful outside the Saiwai that day, and he also went to the front of the Qian's house to spread wildness......" A Beamon bloodline warrior stared at the direction of the strength that could not be seen at all under the mountain with wide eyes: "Your Royal Highness, you have to be careful." ”

"Newsta, do you want this prince to be careful, what to be careful of?" Farak's smile was full of confidence, and his words revealed that lofty momentum: "His little strength, this prince has seen it outside the Seychelles." He doesn't even have the strength of the fighting spirit, it's just the propaganda of the Zhence Dynasty, what is he compared to this prince? This time, he happened to capture him alive and let him forge equipment and configure potions for the prince, I heard that he still has some ability in this regard. ”

"Don't even have a fighting spirit?" Beamon Warrior Neusta laughed: "These humans of the Zhence Dynasty are really some waste who only know how to use their mouths!, Your Royal Highness, you continue to climb the mountain, I am here to help you catch them." ”

"There's no rush. Farak put away the clairvoyant mirror, selected a clean stone, and sat on top of the boulder: "These days, in the ancient barren sand sea, I have been looking for this place constantly, and life is too boring. It's also an interesting thing to be able to meet the energy here, and the prince wants to arrest him personally. As for the people beside him......"

Farak glanced at Newesta graciously: "Let us barbarians, the warrior of the Flame Demon Tiger, Newsta, clean it up!" This prince will not forget that your fist is faster than lightning, and your strength can pull up the sleeping mountain. ”

Newstar had a smile of enjoyment on his face, the highest glory of the barbarian is praised in this way, and only such praise is a true warrior!

"Your Royal Highness, the future Lord of the Barbarians, your wisdom is like the god of the stars high above. Newstar knelt on the ground and looked up at Farak reverently: "Your servant Newstar is willing to serve you forever, even if there is endless flames in front of you, as long as you say a word, Newstar will walk into it without frowning and extinguish the endless flames for you." ”

Farak took out a set of utensils from the fighting world, put a fragrant roasted whole lamb on the table in front of him, and gently slipped a piece of fragrant lamb on the lamb with a knife on the sheep, and put it in his mouth.

Several Beamon warriors looked at Newstar with resentment and jealousy, regretting that they had just failed to speak in time, and that the credit had been taken away from Newsta.

"Yo, they're starting to eat?" Broken Wind swallowed, "Looks like they're waiting for us, so let's hurry up and get it, don't let people wait for us too long." ”

Unable to hide, unable to sneak attack, everyone simply let go of their steps and walked up to the mountainside with steps that were not slow, but full of leisurely taste.

Beneath the snow-covered peaks is the green grass, which is surrounded by stones that seem to have been washed by the flood for countless years and are cleaner than many people's faces.

Farak sat like that, like an emperor sitting on the emperor's throne, looking at the energy of leisurely going up the mountain as if he was on a youth tour, he put a piece of mutton in his mouth leisurely and chewed it slowly, and said: "Spirit, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you remember me?"

Dry smiled: "It's rare that Farak still remembers me." ”

"Two ways!" Farak raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and said confidently, "First: submit to me and be my slave! ”

"Nice advice. Qianjin shrugged his shoulders: "However, are you stronger than Qianzhan Xuan?"

Farak's face sank suddenly, and the cheeks of several barbarian warriors behind him were also very long, everyone was not stupid, such a rhetorical question was full of mockery.

"I knew you would answer me like that. Farak's sinking face gradually recovered, and he once again showed a confident smile: "A lot of people, it's like this. When you don't really face death, you always think that your judgment is correct. I'm very generous, you can change your decision at any time, but sooner because ......"

Farak's eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, and the murderous aura erupted like a volcano at this moment, directly locked on the body of Broken Wind Fuji, who looked like Hangerlang: "Your friends will be injured or even lose their lives because of your hesitation and delay!"

The moment the words fell, a Beamon beast's fighting spirit rushed from Niusta's back, and the bloodline battle body also started at this moment, and in a blink of an eye, it became more than three meters tall, with a brown fur all over its body, and the Beamon fighting soul behind it was even more straight six meters, raising the two teeth in his mouth that were as thick as ordinary people's legs and feet, and raised his head to the sky and let out a roar full of wildness.