The sacred mountain of the northwestern steppe has a majestic "gate".

It was two giant wolves carved from gray-white rocks, kicking the ground with their hind feet and raising their front feet, meeting in the air for more than ten zhang, forming a towering arc.

For the holy mountain, the grassland people all have a kind of reverence and piety from the heart.

When they were still a few hundred meters away from this gate, Harabar and the others had already turned over and dismounted, stepping on the verdant pastures, all the way on foot.

Gu Xu also maintained his usual low-key and cautious style, not wanting to cause trouble in this holy mountain where the barbarian shamans lived.

He put away the blanket, took the baby with him, and followed at the back of the line.

However, seeing Gu Xu's unassuming appearance, the barbarians of the Depression tribe became even more nervous, thinking that Gu Xu was planning to do something big in the Holy Mountain, and their attitude towards him became more vigilant.

There were no serious buildings on the sacred mountain, only tents made of felt and timber, walls made of thorn hedges, and weed-covered mud huts protruding from the ground.

The cities of the Great Qi Dynasty were often crowded - yamen, mansions, courtyards, houses, shops, streets and alleys, etc., were closely placed together, with people coming and going, busy with traffic, and every inch of land was occupied.

This sacred site of the Northwest Prairie is the opposite.

It is open and empty, bathed in warm sunlight, and stretches lazily in all directions, as if connected with the distant sky.

At the foot of the hill is a lively bazaar.

The merchants of the steppe tied their horses, spread their goods on the ground, and shouted at passers-by.

Gu Xu quietly looked at the surrounding scenery, guessing in his mind the identity of the "acquaintance" that the white-haired boy said.

Before he had gone far, he saw a large group of steppe barbarians rushing from all directions like a tide, blocking the team led by Harabar.

"Duel!"

"Duel!"

The crowd shouted excitedly, and the sound was deafening.

I saw a dark-skinned, one-eyed strong man walking straight up, the white bones hanging from his neck colliding, and the scimitar at his waist glittering in the sun.

He unsheathed his scimitar, threw it in front of Harabar, and looked at him cross-legged.

Gu Xu knew that according to the customs of the grassland, throwing the scimitar in front of others meant challenging them. Generally speaking, it is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser, but there are also those who do not die.

The person being challenged can refuse to accept it.

But that would have given him a reputation as a "coward" – more uncomfortable for the self-proclaimed warriors and invincible steppemen than killing them.

As a young warrior who is expected to compete for the position of Khan, Harabar naturally will not refuse such a challenge.

He simply took off his shirt neatly, went into battle shirtless, and pounced forward like a hungry wolf preyding, fiercely entangled with the swarthy one-eyed strong man.

Maybe it was because he was too aggrieved to fight with Gu Xu before, which made Harrabar suffocate the fire in his belly.

Today he started to punch the flesh and show no mercy.

After a few minutes, the one-eyed man gradually became a little overwhelmed.

Harabar's fist slammed into his face with the force of his blood, and then kicked him to the ground, smashing a glaring hole in the ground.

"I throw in the towel!" The one-eyed man raised his hand.

He clearly felt that compared to the last time they met, Harabar's strength seemed to have become much stronger.

"Bring a word for me to your tribe's Hud," said Harabar coldly, "and he never dreamed of getting into the Khan's position. ”

…………

On the way to the top of the sacred mountain, Harabar encountered more than a dozen challengers one after another.

The steppe barbarians are aggressive by nature. Ever since Harabar publicly vowed to run for the position of Khan, many people were unconvinced and wanted to try his skills.

And Harabar also proved his strength with a brilliant record.

Every time he defeated an opponent, his people around him would chant his name in a deafening voice, clearly honored.

Gu Xuben had the mentality of a spectator, silently watching everything around him, while talking to the white-haired boy in his mind, trying to get some more information from the mouth of the riddler who liked to play tricks.

Suddenly, several barbarian warriors on the side of the road noticed his presence.

"Look, there's a Qi man coming to our holy mountain!"

"Harabar, how can there be a robed Qi person in your team? Is it a captive you captured? ”

"Is he a sacrifice to the great wolf god?"

Look at his thin skin and tender flesh, and he is still holding a baby, like a weak girl. My wife looks like she can beat him better. ”

“……”

Hearing these words, Harabar panicked.

When others challenge him, he can do it without changing his face and deal with it calmly.

But when others came to provoke Gu Xu, Harabar's face immediately turned gloomy, and he shouted again and again: "If you don't want to die, just shut up for me!" ”

In his eyes, Gu Xu's strength was unfathomable.

If this great god is provoked, maybe everyone on the hillside will die without a place to bury.

Harabar's unusual attitude surprised the crowd around him—they had never seen Harabar, who had always been arrogant and uninhibited, display such a jealous attitude in front of others.

It's just that in the middle of a group of tall grassland barbarians, Gu Xu, who looks thin, doesn't seem to have much deterrent power.

"Hahaha, Harabar, you actually protect a Qi person!"

"A Qi man with thin arms and legs would scare you like this! If you really become the Khan of the steppe later, how should you lead the warriors to fight against the Qi State? Maybe as soon as the war drums of Qi people sounded, you ran away! ”

“……”

The onlookers laughed and joked about Harabar, and looked Gu Xu up and down, their eyes full of novelty, as if they were watching a monkey in a circus.

Harabal's mood became more and more nervous, and from time to time he turned his head to look at Gu Xu's face, trying to tell him with his eyes: "This is all those people talking nonsense!" It has nothing to do with me! ”

Gu Xu has always been indifferent, and his face has not changed.

Ever since he entered the Fifth Realm, he had a calm state of mind that was transcendent and extraordinary, and these provocations in front of him would not stir up the slightest splash in his heart at all.

Until a barbarian young man untied his scimitar, threw it in front of him, and laughed: "Harabar, since you are so afraid of him, then let Grandpa and I teach him a lesson for you." ”

Gu Xu didn't do it himself.

The baby girl in his arms seemed to feel the hostility in his words.

She floated into the air, and suddenly opened her beautifully contoured eyes.

In an instant, the cold wind howled, and the young man turned into an ice sculpture without resistance.

(End of chapter)