The hinterland of the mountains deep in the northern foothills of the Nanduan Mountains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The closer to the northeast, the more intense the aura of barren power permeated the air, and Nan Qianjun was already extremely sure that somewhere in the northeast of Nanduan Mountain, there must be barren rocks.

A large number of barren rocks.

As the only remaining mineral deposit in the Great Wilderness that can store wasteland, the value of wasteland can be imagined, in other words, this thing is currency, is wealth, and the discovery of a wasteland mineral deposit means a lot of wealth.

For a tribe.

The barren stone is the cornerstone of survival, and the value of a barren stone is enough to exchange for food for several years of adult desolate soldiers, and it can also be exchanged for a large number of war equipment and desolate beast essence blood.

The powerful Arabe is even used for cultivation.

As the leading figure of the younger generation of the Nanli tribe, Nan Qianjun was exposed to far more information than Nanjin.

The entire Nanli tribe will not have more than 10,000 barren stones accumulated for generations, and most importantly, these barren stones will not be used until they are absolutely necessary.

If a barren stone vein can be found, its significance is self-evident for the entire Nanli tribe.

For Nan Qianjun, the Nanli tribe is his weakness, his will, and his strong foundation.

For the continuation and growth of the tribe's bloodline, he is willing to give everything, even if it is the hope of life.

"Over there!"

The frowning brow suddenly relaxed, and he continued to step forward with one step.

"If you want my life, it depends on whether you are capable enough!"

On the cliff face.

The southbound eyes revealed the chill of Sensen.

East away from people, their hearts can be punished.

At the moment when he stepped on the cliff, Nanjin had already understood what was hidden in the belly of the mountain under this cold pool.

Wild rocks.

With such a strong aura of desolate power, he couldn't think of anything else besides the desolate stones, in fact, Nanjin didn't know that in addition to the desolate stones, the desolate power in some caves and blessed lands and desolate veins was even stronger than here.

No matter how the Dongli people discovered the barren rocks contained in the Nanduan Mountain, but if they want to swallow the barren stone deposits alone, the Dongli people's appetite is too great.

According to the rules of the Great Wilderness, all the land within a radius of 100 miles belongs to Nanli, and the Dongli people are mining in the Nanduan Mountains is crossing the border, if Dongli is stronger than Nanli, then forget it, but the Dongli tribe is just a wandering tribe that has not yet been promoted to the wilderness.

There is no reason for Nanli to let the Dongli people swallow the barren rocks here.

"Humph!"

Donglikong's words made Dong Likong slightly angry, but he didn't make any changes, this young man was not a cat or a dog, but a peerless genius of the Six Heavens of the Quenching Bone Realm.

Even if it is compared to himself, it is not much better, if you count the age, the other party is even far more than him.

This kind of opponent is enough to make him fall.

But the southward march apparently didn't make it too easy for him.

With a touch of the cold gun in his hand, he stirred up again and again, and more than a dozen stones turned into streamers and flew down from the cliff wall, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the shadow of the gun did not disappear, and the south stepped down from the cliff.

Ding! Ding!

Sparks splash.

The force on the gravel is greater than the other, and there is an extremely strange power in it.

Dong Likong didn't know that the young man of the Sixth Heaven of the Quenching Bone Realm in his eyes had already condensed his qi, and his qi was not a trick, but a martial arts comprehension.

From weak to strong!

It is divided into qi, subtlety, transcendent and phaseless.

Qi is as good as it is outside, transforming the wasteland into a part of itself, like a finger.

The subtlety is to clarify the will, point directly to the heart, and simplify the complex.

A true martial arts genius, cultivation is only secondary, and the realm of martial arts can determine the height to which his cultivation can go.

The weapon of the battle in the sky was a long knife with a dark body, and the gravel turned into powder one after another, but his right arm was also a little numb from the huge force on the gravel.

"That's a lot of strength!"

The blade turned.

The two of them fought fiercely on the shore of the cold pool, and in the blink of an eye, it was dozens of rounds.

Although Nanjin has the advantage of strength, his cultivation is not stable, and the sixth bone on his body has only just condensed, compared with the old Dao Quenching Sixfold Desolate Warrior like Dong Likong, both his experience against the enemy and his own cultivation are lacking.

But it's the same as the East Leaving Ghost.

The more the east leaves the air, the more frightened it becomes.

The spear in the hand of this Nanli young man has no moves at all, it opens and closes, and it only takes a few clicks back and forth, it is not like marksmanship, but there is a taste of fist technique.

But just a few times, it turned out to be smooth from half-baked at the beginning, as if he was a master who had been immersed in this way for several years.

Dong Likong didn't think that he would not know how to shoot at all when he went south, and what he made was completely Kaishan Boxing, the "gun version" of Kaishan Boxing.

"Sun Knife!"

Suddenly he drank loudly.

The long knife in Dongli's empty hand suddenly turned into a flash of fire, and a blazing fire appeared on the knife.

"It's not good, it's a knife, be careful when you go south!"

On the cliff on the other side, Nan Yao stood beside Nan Meng, his face was anxious, Nan Meng's face was slightly pale, the injury he had been drawn by the wild python had not yet recovered, and he was a little tired of traveling for several days.

Seeing that the long knife in the hand of the Dongli person suddenly flashed a red fire, the hearts of the two suddenly tightened, and Nan Yao shouted directly.

"No, that's not a sword!"

Take a closer look.

The red light on the long knife in the hand of the Dongli man only disappeared and returned to its original state, it should not be a sword.

"It's the Sun Knife!"

Dongli tribe's martial arts martial arts Lieyang Knife!

Nan Yao had seen information about the Dongli tribe in the records of the tribe, and there happened to be a record of the Burning Sun Knife on it.

Like Kaishan Fist, the Burning Sun Knife is actually just a martial arts routine, and it is not a martial arts technique, but the Burning Sun Knife can burst out with extraordinary power in a very short period of time with the help of soldiers.

The red glow just now must have been the effect of the Sun Knife.

Really.

As soon as the voice fell, a "dang" sound was heard.

I saw that in the river valley, the cold iron spear in Nanjin's hand was suddenly shattered, and even the whole person with Nanjin was shocked and exploded.

didn't wait for Nanjin to come back to his senses.

Dongli is empty-handed, and the long knife is in the direction, and it goes straight to the south into the heart.

Just as the cold light of the blade was about to fall on Nanjin's chest, a streamer of light crossed the air and shot straight at the back of Donglikong's head.

"Not good!"

Seeing that he was about to stab the Nanli boy, but the extremely dangerous aura behind his head made him dare not let go, and the long knife reversed.

Boom!

The figure exploded and retreated a few feet away.

The thing he slapped away was a sharp arrow piercing through the feathers.

"The young man who left the east and left the night dared to be presumptuous in my south and die for me!"

Rumble!

The thick aura of desolate power turned into a train across the sky in mid-air, and the cold light was dotted, and sharp arrows pierced the air from the ancient forest in the distance one after another, blocking all the retreats around Donglikong.

The momentum is terrifying.

Nan Qianjun!

The moment he heard the voice of the comer, Nanjin already knew that the comer was the strongest of the younger generation of the Nanli tribe, the centurion at the peak of the sixfold realm of quenching bones, Nan Qianjun.

A series of six sharp arrows forced Dongli to retreat.

Nan Qianjun had also rushed from the dense forest, stepped on the stone, and landed beside Nanjin, the look on his face could not see joy and anger, but there was clearly a trace of joy in his eyes.

"You're good, better than me!"

His eyes fell on Nanjin, and Nan Qianjun said slowly.

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