In the wilderness of the extreme west, the yellow sand has been rolling all year round, and the mountains and rocks are quite strange.

There are more than 1,000 large and small tribes in the most remote places in the extreme west, but the number of 100,000 people is fierce, and it is often heard that there are young children who can capture tigers and wolves, and they are talented, and they are called tigers and wolves.

"Chief Chief, Qianshan ran away again, saying that he was going to catch a chicken for Grandma Baying." A half-grown child ran to the stone house and shouted.

"Alas, this little cub really has a heart, Ba Ying didn't hurt him in vain, but I'm afraid that there will be a yellow sandstorm again in this weather." Feng Lin, the chief of the Fengdi tribe, walked out of the stone house and looked at the child, "Amu, call Jiang Wei Hujiang, go find this cub." ”

Amu ran step by step, Feng Lin looked at the dark sky, tightened his animal skin robe, and walked in the other direction.

Capture one tiger as a soldier, two tigers as a teacher, three tigers as generals, the strength level of the ancient extreme west is divided by this, which can see a person's talent attributes, so as to specialize in one direction. Tigers, wolves, eagles, and dragons, each with their own strengths, this division highlights the special characteristics of the Far West.

Twenty miles south of the Fengdi tribe, Iron Thorn Hill.

Except for the yellow sand, there is an iron thorn tree more than half a man high, and nothing else.

The thousand mountains in Amu's mouth are hidden behind an iron thorn tree, buried in the sand, and there are two long-tailed yellow-crowned wind chickens with slight twitches on the side. The entire head was wrapped in a cushion made of yellow spirit grass, and a pair of jet-black eyes could be seen constantly turning through the gap.

Ji... Ga... Ji... Ga...

The unique chirping sound of the wind rooster reached Qianshan's ears, and a red-crowned wind chicken, about the size of two ordinary wind chickens, came from a distance. This is the goal of this trip to Qianshan, the King of Red-crowned Wind Chickens!

"A little further on..."

Qianshan breathed steadily, and on the way to the Red-crowned Wind Chicken King, he laid five quicksand pits, which he learned from an old hunter, and specially bought three small flying forks for this purpose, just in case.

The Wind Rooster King was very alert, and stopped in front of a quicksand pit, the red crown shaking rapidly, as if he already knew the danger existed. Qianshan clenched the flying fork in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

Rumble! Click! Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, Qian Shan suddenly felt that the air was suddenly compressed, his oppressed heart was pounding, and a red ball of light fell rapidly not far away, blowing up the yellow sand in the sky.

Frightened, the Wind Rooster jumped forward, landing right in the largest quicksand pit in the middle. Qianshan didn't care about the strange situation in the distance, and a tiger pounced on a salon and pressed the Wind Chicken King in the quicksand pit!

Crunch!

Qianshan accurately grabbed the neck of the Wind Rooster King, and after a crisp sound, the Wind Rooster King was silent. Stringing the three wind chickens together and carrying them behind his back, he walked towards the place where the vision had just happened.

Call... The wind danced and the sand flew, and there was a faint sound of gold and iron, and two black shadows were rushing towards the direction of the thousand mountains.

"The dignified leader of the Yellow Sand Thieves, he actually has this ability, let him die!"

Qianshan suddenly felt a light in front of him, a long sword flashed, and a figure roared angrily, blood splashed, and crashed towards Qianshan!

Burst!

The ferocious force caused Qianshan to be hammered, and the two of them rolled together, and the blood stained the halberd clenched in the right hand of the yellow sand thief in the rolling. The original red halberd suddenly shook, and a halberd shadow appeared out of thin air, disappeared into Qianshan's body, and the halberd instantly returned to its original state.

After the yellow sand thief stabilized his body, he bounced up, but unexpectedly, a knife light immediately followed him directly in the waist, blood rain splashed, and the halberd fell into the hands of the comer.

"Hahaha, with the Yan Dragon Halberd in hand, the treasure of the Aragami can be expected!"

"Hu Yanlie, it's too early to be happy!" The two figures, one black and one white, approached in an instant, with a golden flying dragon embroidered on their chests, and the blood stains of the long sword were clear.

"Martial Arts Palace, black and white swords!" Hu Yanlie gritted his teeth and said, it seems that he can't keep it if he grabs the Yanlong Halberd in nine deaths.

"Here you go!"

Hu Yanlie threw the halberd at the black and white double sword, turned around and fled, but unfortunately the previous scene was repeated, a black light came out through his chest, and a blood hole the size of a human head exploded, and his life fell!

"Ridiculous!"

The black and white swords didn't seem to find the thousand mountains that had been buried by the yellow sand, and they left quickly. It didn't take long for several figures to pass by, chasing in the direction where the black and white swords had disappeared.

Qianshan was not unconscious, after Hu Yanlie captured the Yan Dragon Halberd, he was in an extremely conscious state, and he could even clearly remember the faces of everyone who passed by, although his eyes were closed, his body could not move, and his whole body seemed to be burned by flames, as if he was falling into hell.

I don't know how long it took, but the air flow in his body finally stopped, and Qianshan struggled to crawl out of the sand, and the sudden wind blew him down.

"Oh no, the sandstorm is coming!"

Qianshan was shocked, there were no survivors in the yellow sandstorm, so he hurriedly identified the direction and ran wildly! Fortunately, not far after running out, he met Jiang Wei, a tiger general who came to find Qianshan.

"You little cub, you actually ran so far, you went to Ironthorn Hill?" Jiang Wei rode a black-striped giant tiger with a resolute face, and smiled and scolded to pull Qianshan onto the tiger's back.

"Uncle Jiang, hurry up, the yellow sandstorm is coming, I don't want to die here!" Qianshan shouted and hugged Jiang Wei tightly, and the black-veined giant tiger quickly disappeared into the wind and sand.

In the Fengdi tribe, all the stone houses have already fallen the windshield stones, and watching the three wind chickens thrown to the ground as if a thousand mountains are offering treasures, Amu can't help but drool.

"Brother Qianshan, you are so powerful, what is this?"

"Hahaha, little fart, I don't know this, this is the King of Wind Chickens, I specially caught it for Grandma Baying!" Qianshan looked at the red-crowned wind chicken king and said proudly, with a proud face.

"Wow, King Wind Chicken, it must be delicious..."

"You know how to eat!" Qianshan pursed his lips, a little disdainful.

"This little cub really has some skills, I wanted to catch one a few days ago, but I didn't see it, but I didn't expect him to catch it." Jiang Wei smiled, and an old woman in a red animal skin robe on the side was Grandma Baying, looking at Qianshan with a smile.

"I'm so tired, Grandma Ba Ying, I'll go sleep for a while and leave me some wind chicken!" Chiyama yawned and walked inside.

What everyone didn't expect was that Qianshan slept and didn't wake up for seven days! Nearly a thousand people in the entire Fengdi tribe did not have the slightest solution, and even the chief Fenglin invited the Prophet of Sare, but it was to no avail.

From the moment Chiyama closed his eyes, he had never rested, and even though he had been lying down, there was always something messy in front of him, at least that's what Chiyama thought at the time.

It wasn't until the third day that Qianshan realized that these messy things were exercises, exercises that were said to be accessible only to people in the central region of the Ancient Empire!

When Qianshan memorized these messy things, a long halberd shadow was imprinted in the depths of his mind, and after a dull feeling of fatigue, Qianshan really fell asleep.

On the ninth day, Qianshan woke up, and a rare clear sky appeared in the sky above the Fengdi tribe, which was a rare wonder in the extreme west!

"At first glance, the turbidity is clear, the dragon is born, the wind is on the verge of calamity, and the eternal glory is desolate! The prophecy has been fulfilled, and the wheels of fate have finally begun to turn! ”

Inside the Prophet's Stone House in the heart of the Fengdi tribe, Saray muttered to himself.