"Boom ——!!"

The barbarians are like catching chicken cubs, and they want to run wild when they catch Li Ping'an.

The old cow and the cat in the back were treated the same.

It's just that I didn't go far from running out.

Suddenly, they found that the avalanche had stopped.

The sloping tide of snow seems to have stopped.

The gravel that followed, and the broken wood stopped moving.

Where have the barbarians seen such a scene, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, I don't know why.

Li Ping'an used the language of the barbarians, so that they did not have to worry.

He pinched a blank piece of paper in his hand and put away the chivalrous pen.

The white paper spontaneously combusted in the hand without fire, and disappeared without a trace.

The collapsed snow-capped mountains began to return to their original state, and the broken wood and gravel were also restored.

As if it had never happened.

The barbarians looked at this scene in surprise, and watched Li Ping'an's eyes change and change.

simply knelt down directly, as if he regarded him as a god.

Li Ping'an hurriedly asked them to get up and motioned for them to turn around and go back.

After a brief goodbye, one person, one cow and one cat left.

When the barbarians return to the tribe, they will encounter an avalanche a few days ago.

The man who came from the Central Plains casually stopped the spread of the avalanche.

It was as if the whole group had exploded.

The descriptions of the dozen barbarians did not look like they were lying.

The patriarch of the tribe thought for a long time and finally came up with a reason.

That person must not be an ordinary Central Plains person.

It was the immortals who came down to earth to help them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have brought so many things from the Central Plains and taught them techniques they had never thought of...........

It didn't take long for things to be told more and more vividly.

The other tribes also heard the news and sent people to ask what was going on.

In the end, the patriarch did not hesitate to spend even some energy.

Mobilize the strength of the whole clan to carve and carve the image of this person, a cow and a cat, as a kind of faith worship.

Then, by the words of the gods descending to earth.

Claim that his people have gained some kind of divine power.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or whatever.

He really took the opportunity to conquer the two surrounding tribes.

Of course, the most important reason is that the combat power of this barbarian race has really been blessed with combat power.

Li Ping'an improved the saddles and stirrups of the Central Plains people.

It can be used very well for white-haired monsters.

Don't underestimate these two things.

In the era without stirrups, people were required to ride on the backs of bare horses.

Only by grasping the reins or mane and clamping the horse's belly with your legs can you keep yourself from falling off when the horse is galloping.

But this method is very unreliable, first of all, it is easy to get tired after riding a horse for a long time.

At the same time, it is difficult to use swords and spears as much as you like on the back of a running horse.

Slashing or stabbing, the clash of blades on both sides........

At any moment, the rider will slide off the horse.

The same is true for the white-haired behemoth.

And with these two things to match, the barbarians were obviously more comfortable controlling the white-haired behemoth.

Fighting against the barbarians of other tribes, naturally ahead of the curve.

So this barbarian tribal patriarch, who was quite knowledgeable and had some eloquence, seized this opportunity.

At the same time, rumors spread that a certain tribe had obtained the god of the snowfields.

The statue, created by the tribe itself, was dug out of the snow.

It's like a small snowball on the top of a mountain that is less than the size of a palm.

Li Ping'an happened to pass by and kicked it casually.

So this little snowball rolled bigger and bigger........

Eventually, an avalanche is triggered.

..............

The wheels of history are rolling.

However, for Li Ping'an, he still doesn't know.

It's just that it's still moving forward step by step.

The cat ran around, carrying the scimitar that the little barbarian girl had left for her at her waist.

It's been a few days ago, the sentimentality of parting.

The unknown landscape lies ahead, and the never-ending road beneath your feet.

Sometimes stop to rest, sometimes keep going.

Occasionally, you will encounter other barbarian tribes.

Li Ping'an asked them where they were going further east in the barbarian language that they had not learned much.

No barbarian knows.

No one has ever been to the east.

Further east, the wind and snow intensified.

It's like drowning people in it.

The cat resisted the wind, and before he took two steps, he was almost blown away.

After walking for more than two months, the wind and snow finally stopped.

"Roaring ——!!"

Looking down in a snowy valley.

It was two barbarian tribes fighting in the snowfield.

The two parties have become entangled.

The beasts in the crotches of both sides were biting at the corpses, and the air was filled with disgusting blood.

The blood-stained barbarians fought desperately to make a last-ditch effort.

For a moment, the beastly roar spread throughout the valley.

The broken spears and various weapons were half-hidden in the red snow.........

The old cow covered the cat's eyes.

"The fairy can't see anything~"

The cat struggled wildly with its little short legs.

When Li Ping'an and the others came, the battle was nearing its end.

The blood-stained barbarians hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and quickly left.

It seems that he is worried that the other party will rush to help.

By the time Li Ping'an walked down the valley, there were only the corpses of barbarians and beasts left all over the ground.

The cat's sense of smell is very sensitive, so the old cow only took her to hide far away.

"Ahem, ahem!!"

A barbarian crawled out of the corpse, scarred.

But he still relied on his tenacious vitality to survive on the battlefield.

Seeing Li Ping'an coming over, he glanced at it slightly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because this man's appearance and height really don't look like a barbarian.

The barbarian knew that he was not far from death, and he had no intention of resisting, so he stared at him like this.

Li Ping'an expressed his kindness to him in barbarian language.

I wanted to heal him, but I found that I was powerless.

With the blessing of the system, Li Ping'an is a superb medical skill.

But that doesn't mean he can come back to life.

The reason why this barbarian is still alive is entirely due to his perseverance and the strong physique of the barbarian.

The barbarian also seemed to know that his life was short, and looked at the last ray of sunset in the valley.

Li Ping'an unscrewed the wine gourd and gave him a big sip.

The barbarian let out a groan.

Li Ping'an patted him on the shoulder, unwilling to disturb him anymore.

He gave him the rest of the wine and turned to leave.

It's not a picture of what it feels like.

The blood-red remnant sun hung high in the sky, and the smoke of the battlefield did not disperse.

Stumps and severed arms all over the ground.

One is a barbarian who fought to the last moment for his tribe, looking up at the last remnant of the sun in his life.

One continued to walk forward, walking leisurely and slowly.

The setting sun fell on his moo, as if there were no waves.

Li Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves, squinted slightly, and looked into the distance.