Under Gu Xu's stubborn beating, the white-haired boy finally agreed to help him "reluctantly".

At this moment, with the death of the Kongxuansan people, the promotion array of Liangzhou City completely turned into nothingness.

Those residents of Liangzhou who were affected by the causal spell and hated Gu Xu had already returned to normal. They seemed to have lost the memory just now, treating Gu Xu as an inconsequential passerby, and their eyes didn't even want to stay on him for a moment.

Gu Xu sighed again.

He put away the pen, took one last look at the place where the Snow Maiden had disappeared, and then walked on the bluestone pavement in the direction of the West City Gate.

It was the border of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Out of the city gate, there is an endless wilderness.

…………

Plug outside.

The wind howled and the reeds swayed.

A group of bronzed-skinned men gallop across the endless wilderness.

They wore brightly coloured shirts with tight cuffs, leather belts around their waists, trousers, leather boots, and silver scimitars.

Around their necks, a string of white bone necklaces swayed and collided in the wind, making a sound.

This group of people is the "Northwest Barbarians" in the eyes of the Qi people.

Of course, they do not call themselves "barbarians", but call their own people "wolf people".

They are like wolves on the prairie, believing in the law of the jungle. Whenever they kill an enemy, they remove a bone from the enemy and string it on their necklace.

The more bones you have on the necklace, the more you will be respected by your fellow people.

"Brother Harbara, look, there's a man on that hill ahead!" At this time, a short barbarian suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and shouted, "Look at the dress, it should be a Qi person!" ”

The "big brother Harabar" in his mouth is the leader of this group of people, and he is also the young master of the depression tribe.

It is tall and has a well-defined set of muscles, one by one like bricks, which makes people think of the word "violence" when they see it.

His body was covered in tattoos of beasts, and he had heavy bone strings around his neck.

"Alone?" Harabar frowned.

The Northwestern Wasteland is known to be an extremely dangerous place.

Every nomadic tribe here is skilled in horseback combat, and can turn into robbers at any time, looting passers-by, caravans, and even other tribes.

Because of this, when the Qi people entered the Northwest Wasteland, they generally did not hesitate to spend a lot of money and asked powerful cultivators to escort them all the way.

However, the Qi man on the hill ahead dared to walk alone in the wilderness!

Is he inadequate, or is he a master of art?

Harabar narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man for a moment, and muttered, "It's still a hairy boy who is as thin as a monkey!" ”

"Brother Harabar, let's go rob him, shall we?" A sturdy young man next to him proposed, "Look, he doesn't even have a bag for food, you should know that means—"

"He must have a space magic weapon with him!" Harabar interrupted the man. When he said the words "Space Magic Weapon", everyone present showed extremely obvious covetous eyes, and some even picked up their horsewhips and prepared to rush forward.

The cultivation system of the barbarians in the northwest is mainly based on sharpening the body with the help of totems, lacking the mysterious and unpredictable Taoism in the Central Plains, let alone the methods of drawing talismans, arranging arrays, refining tools, etc.

Because of this, magic weapons are extremely precious items in the grassland, and they can always cause fierce competition among various tribes.

Harabal was a little hesitant.

He felt that a Qi person who dared to walk alone on the grassland with a magic weapon must have something to rely on.

But the people around him said:

"There are so many of us, how can we not beat him?"

"You see that he is so young, he doesn't look like he has any hair, how high can he be cultivated?"

"Brother Harabar, you are one of the strongest people of the younger generation on the steppe, a candidate for the future Khan, how can that kid be your opponent?"

“……”

Under the flattery and encouragement of these people, Harabar's heart swelled up, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what they said made sense.

So he drew his scimitar with one hand, pointed it forward, and whipped the horse's ass with the other, and in an instant he rushed towards the opposite hill like an arrow from a string.

Not to be outdone, the people he led followed suit.

…………

Standing on the hill was a handsome young man dressed in a blue shirt.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he kept gesturing in the air with his hands, as if he was deducing something. Occasionally, he would talk to himself into the air, as if someone was talking to him.

When Harabar led the crowd towards him, he seemed to remain immersed in his own world, unaware of it.

Seeing such a scene, the steppe barbarians couldn't help but be overjoyed.

They felt that the Central Plains was really a fool who gave them magic weapons, and they couldn't even find out about the crisis in front of them.

However, the barbarians' joy did not last long.

When they entered the range of more than ten miles around the young man in the green shirt, they suddenly fell to the ground one after another as if they had hit an invisible wall, and the people fell on their backs.

Immediately after, the rocky ground beneath their feet suddenly became as loose and soft as sand. The barbarians fell deeper and deeper into it, and it was difficult to get out.

Harabar realized that he had hit a hard bone this time.

Relying on his strong physique and the strength of the totem, he threw down his horse's fart, held his scimitar, jumped up from the soft sand, and ran towards the young man in green shirt as light as a swallow.

The cultivation of the group of people he brought with him was uneven, and most of them probably didn't have the ability to get out of this trap.

If they were all planted here today, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss for the Depression tribe.

There is only one way to bring them back intact -

Defeat that young man in a green shirt with strange methods.

…………

This young man in green shirts is naturally Gu Xu who left Daqi and came to the wilderness.

During this short period of rest, he discussed the "Forbidden Technique" with the white-haired boy, and devoted himself to the deduction of the Dao Law.

Of course, with his character, he will not easily put himself in danger.

With a stack of talismans that he had already prepared, he laid out a simple defensive formation around him.

A few minutes later, this formation really came in handy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the barbarians who were struggling desperately like maggots in the sand, and Harabar, who was carrying a glittering scimitar and was murderously trying to fight him.

It stands to reason that he only needs to take out a few random talismans, and he can easily beat this barbarian reckless man all over the ground to find teeth.

But at this moment, the white-haired young man suddenly proposed in his mind, "You don't plan to take this opportunity to practice your 'Mandate of Heaven' authority?" It's not easy to find such a good sparring partner! ”

(End of chapter)