In the small courtyard of the south. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The eyes of everyone looking south were slightly hot, and the owner of one of them was Nan Xin.

When he participated in the coming-of-age festival half a year ago, Nan Xin had a deep love for Nanjin, but unfortunately Nanjin's heart was not here, in his opinion, the charm of martial arts was far more than the love of children.

It was as if he had turned a blind eye to that somewhat resentful gaze.

Slowly stopped his steps in the martial arts arena, and the gaze in his eyes was already looking at Nan Qianjun, and there was some confusion in his eyes.

Nan Qianjun is not a frequent visitor, as a tribal genius, although his strength is not as good as his own, but he is extremely old-fashioned.

After the battle with the Arabe, the patriarch Nantian already had a faint intention to let him take over as the tribal war master Nanwu.

The fifth year of the south has been high, and the cultivation has been stagnant in the Eight Heavens of the Quenching Bone Realm for more than ten years, if you don't make a breakthrough, I'm afraid that the longevity will be exhausted.

Nan Qianjun's cultivation is not bad, and he is the leader of the younger generation of the tribe, so it is natural for him to take charge of Nan Wu's position, and once he steps into the Eight Heavens, it is beyond reproach to become a tribal war master.

As for themselves.

The southward march is very clear.

He didn't have any intention of getting involved in the power of the tribe.

In his heart, there is only martial arts.

"Centurion, what are you looking for me?"

Nan Qianjun's face was slightly embarrassed.

"Nanjin, they are all geniuses of the younger generation of my Nanli tribe, I hope you can guide their martial arts. ”

The voice fell.

There was clearly an unnatural look on his face.

The name of the Southern Penance is extremely famous among the tribe, but in the eyes of others, it is this penance that makes him an amazing genius.

So make this request.

Nan Qianjun couldn't help but feel that it was difficult for some strongmen.

The other young geniuses even faintly showed a hint of expectation, although the southward advance was once a "waste" despised by them, but now the southward advance is the goal that the young geniuses of the entire Nanli tribe expect to achieve.

In fact.

Including Nan Yao.

These Nanli geniuses are all a little contradictory.

In the face of the southward advance that they once despised, they now have to look up with a mindset of seeking advice, which is not something that can be turned around in a moment.

Nanjin didn't speak, but frowned as if hesitating.

"From now on, you will follow me to Nanduan Mountain every morning to cultivate for five hours. ”

The voice fell.

The figure of Nanjin has disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Lord Qianjun, go south to him--"

It was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years of age who spoke.

The voice did not fall.

Nan Qianjun's gaze had already fallen on his face, and his gaze was cold.

"Have you ever heard anything about going south?"

Several teenagers bowed their heads and remained silent.

"There are countless martial arts geniuses in the Great Wilderness, even if they are going south, there is a lot of gap between them and those real geniuses, and the words have come to this, if you can't let go of the pride in your hearts, the martial arts road will stop here. ”

After Nan Qianjun finished speaking, he left the small courtyard of the south.

The Nanli tribe at night is always easy to remind people of the past years, the great wilderness is far greater than imagined, and the southward march seems to be thoughtful.

Uncle Nan has been away from the tribe for more than a few months, and he is not worried about Uncle Nan's safety, although he doesn't know who Uncle Nan is, but Nanjin can guess that his cultivation is probably stronger than that of the patriarch Nantian.

Call.

Slowly exhaled a breath of white air from his mouth.

His cultivation now is far greater than it was a few months ago.

Although there is no obvious improvement in the realm, Nanjin is very clear that if he fights with Shui Bailang again, I am afraid that Shui Bailang will not be his opponent.

The Overlord Spear seems to be tailor-made for him, and it has been fully penetrated in a few months, although it has not reached the realm of great success, but it can also exert seven times the combat power of self-generation, which is not much worse than the Ten Dao of the Dragon.

On the contrary, it was Kaishan Boxing, no matter how hard he cultivated, he still couldn't take that step, and Nanjin simply no longer spent effort, but devoted himself to studying the combat skill of the overlord gun.

In fact, Nanjin didn't know that among the two powerful combat techniques passed on by Uncle Nan, the Kaishan Boxing Method belonged to the Blood Cultivation Realm to be able to practice.

Before the gate of heaven was opened, Nanjin could not comprehend the subtleties of the battle technique at all.

A barren moon hangs in the sky.

The silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the entire Nanduan Mountain Range, like a layer of water waves, and the night breeze blows, as if it is a wave, layer upon layer, one after another.

Whew!

Woo ~ Woo woo!

Nanjin's eyes that had just been closed suddenly opened.

As soon as his ears moved, his body suddenly rose, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had already snatched the door out of the courtyard and stood in the courtyard, quietly listening to the sound from the depths of the mountains.

Whew!

This time he could hear it very clearly.

It's a silver wolf!

"Bang!"

The courtyard door was slammed open.

"Southward, fast, is the barren stone mine. ”

It was Nan Meng who came in.

I saw that he had a hasty expression on his face, and there was a trace of blood.

Nanjin knew that not long ago, Nanmeng had taken the initiative to ask to go to the barren stone mine in Nanduan Mountain to mine and cultivate.

"What's going on?"

"Go south, hurry ~ hurry ~ to save people, the barren stone vein suddenly penetrated, the mountain side is ~ is the territory of the silver wolf, if you don't go, I'm afraid that they will ~ will ~ be more than lucky. ”

Nan Meng's voice seemed a little choppy.

But when Nanjin heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked, it turned out to be a silver wolf.

"You inform the patriarch immediately, and I will go first. ”

As the words fell, there was no southward figure in front of him, and in the distance, a figure swept over the courtyard wall very quickly, and rushed straight from the roof of the tribe to the south of the mountain.

Nan Meng did not hesitate, got up and ran to the tribal council hall.

After a while, one after another figures had already roared out, no less than hundreds of people, all of whom were tribal powerhouses.

"Nan Five, we-"

Nan Meng's face flushed slightly.

"You have a good rest, since Lord Nantian and Nanjin have rushed over, as long as they can hold out for a while, they will be fine. ”

Nan Meng nodded and stopped talking.

But Nan Yao, who was standing beside Nan Wu, saw the worry that flashed in the corner of the eyes of the tribe's warrior powerhouse.

The might of the silver wolf.

The Nanli tribe has a deep understanding that this matter is probably not so simple.

South Broken Mountain.

The figure of the southward advance was as fast as lightning, and only a black shadow could be seen clearly like green smoke, and a distance of dozens of zhang was taken in one step.

In less than half an hour, Nanjin could already vaguely hear the screams and fighting sounds in front of him.

"Ahh

Whew!

The hinterland of the South Broken Mountains.

The originally uplifted mountain range had collapsed for a while at this moment, which was the location of the barren stone mine.

Half a year's work.

Hundreds of desolate soldiers dug day and night, and the speed was terrifying, as early as a few days ago, the mineral deposits were about to be exhausted, and it was precisely because of this that the Nanli tribe withdrew a large number of people, and only a hundred and ten people were left here to be responsible for hollowing out the last bit of mineral deposits.

This barren stone mine has excavated nearly one million fast barren stones in half a year, and there are more than 200,000 left in the Nanli tribe, and the rest of the barren stones have been sent to the Bloodstone Wasteland and the Nanfeng Wasteland.

But at the moment.

Nanjin's face was not good-looking.

A huge hole with a diameter of several zhang has appeared in front of him, and the silver wolves all over the mountains and fields are rushing towards the cave entrance one after another, and the tide generally drowns the figures.

The screams were incessant.

There were originally more than 100 Nanli soldiers left, but only about half of them were left at the moment, and all of them were injured.

"Everyone, get back together. ”

I don't know who shouted, and everyone slowly retreated with guns and gathered in a corner of the mine.

The Silver Wolf is a very rare desolate beast with intelligence in the Southern Broken Mountains.

Seeing that the human beings in front of him continued to shrink, the pure white wolf king actually stopped the pace of the wolves' attack and slowly approached, and the atmosphere became terrifying for a while.

But there was no look of fear on the faces of Nanli everyone, but it was a pity that these more than 100,000 barren stones were about to fall into the belly of the wolf, and the adult silver wolf was also able to devour the barren stones and absorb the desolate power in them.

And this is exactly what Lan Ling is worried about.

(I really want to ask for support, but the grades are terrible, so I can only ask for a recommendation vote to support me to write it down, brothers, thank you!)