Zhou Huai ordered his unconscious daughter to lay flat on the carriage and march towards the clan of the Falcon tribe not far away, wiping tears as he walked.

"It's all my father's bad news, and I believe in the nonsense of the corpse chasing faction, otherwise how could I end up with such a result?

How can a father not want his children to be good, Zhou Huai felt guilty, he wanted to know Chen Yan early, he would never be able to learn the secret method of the corpse chasing sect, and now the only one who can count on is this mysterious old man, one of the few onmyoji in Chudi.

The Yin Seesaw Vein is only the easiest of the eight veins to seal, and among the remaining seven veins, one is in the Falcon Clan's clan land, where is the Yang Wei Vein corresponding to the three-foot Yellow Spring, and it is understandable to want to appear in the Falcon Clan, as a totem, the Falcon is full of proud and inexhaustible fighting spirit.

The falcons hovering in Chu are aggressive towards all the creatures that appear in the field of vision, and they are very difficult to deal with.

They disdain to attack in groups, which in their belief is a sign of incompetence, and it is with this stubbornness that hunters use to use their means to catch them.

Of course, this kind of hunting does not exist in the territory of the Falcon tribe, and the inhabitants who live here believe in the falcon totem, and according to legend, their ancestors saved their lives from the falcon, and the falcon has been used as a totem ever since.

Liu Xiaoyi had never seen such a thing as a totem, and he was rarely by his side along the way, which was an eye-opener for him, and he was even a little nervous with joy.

It should be rare to see this and laughed and said: "Liu Shaoxia, you are from the Southern Wilderness, naturally you have never heard of totems, each of our warriors will have their own totem, if you are willing, come to the clan to find the high priest and get you one." ”

The totem warriors are the backbone of the entire tribe, and they are the best among them, and the totem poles he uses are also half a point heavier than others.

Liu Xiaoyi waved his hand and said: "Let me dance the knife and get the gun, I really don't understand this stick method, and I don't have that much strength, so I'm still exempt, exempt." ”

What's more, this totem pole is not as simple as a stick, but a complete set of martial arts that are used together, not people in the tribe, they can't be cultivated at all, even if they spend a lot of money to get it, they just sigh because they don't have blood.

The three-foot yellow spring is only more than thirty miles away from the Falcon tribe's station, and before Zhou Huai finished crying, the team has already come to the door of the station, where there are two towers, one on the left and one on the right, acting as the door god, always paying attention to the movement outside.

The guards on the tower noticed this murderous team from a long distance, and they wanted to take defensive measures, but when they approached, they saw that the leader was rare, so they hurriedly opened the door to greet them.

A guard cordially pulled over the horse and greeted Ying Rarely: "Why did you make such a mess?

In the eyes of the guards, it should be rare that no matter what kind of opponent they face, they should be able to catch it, and their own cultivation is on the eleventh level of the Earth Spirit Realm, plus after the totem pole has been strengthened several times, it can easily fight against the masters of the Tianyang Realm.

It should be rare to walk inside and say: "I have encountered something, fortunately, it has been resolved, where is the patriarch now? ”

"The patriarch should be supervising the battle in the martial arts training ground, in a few days it will be the day of the Totem Conference, our Falcon Clan's results have not been very good several times, his old man must be angry, most of them are still angry!" the guard said cautiously.

Walking into the clan land, you can clearly feel the change of the atmosphere, in the Falcon tribe you can see knife and gun racks, weapons shops everywhere, from half-grown children to the elderly, are diligently practicing martial arts, the atmosphere is very rich.

For Liu Xiaoyi, a person who practices swords alone all year round, this atmosphere is a little infectious, his blood is boiling, and the sword qi in his body will inevitably fluctuate a little, which immediately attracts the attention of Daodao, and when he sees that it is rare to accompany these strange faces, everyone lowered their heads and was busy with their own things, no longer curious.

The rules of the Falcon tribe are strict, and a pyramid is stable and solid from the bottom up, which has made it stand on the frontier for hundreds of years without falling, and still stand tall after war.

It should be a rare effort to straighten his back, and he is sincerely proud that these new friends can see the spiritual outlook of his tribe.

Thinking that his clan is so united, let alone a totem conference in a few days, it will still be so powerful in a hundred years.

The rain in the sky will only wet the feathers of the finches, while the proud eagles will enjoy the tempering brought by the wind and rain, and will welcome the arrival of the next rainbow in flight.

Therefore, it should be rare that there is no umbrella, but he is the only one who does not have an umbrella, and the pedestrians walking on both sides of the street are either wearing robes and hats, or holding oil-paper umbrellas and walking quickly, only this warrior with a head full of muscles, still bathing in the cool rain, he himself does not know.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the martial arts training ground of my Falcon Clan, and in a few days' totem conference, there will be a competition with other clan members, please ask Mr. Chen Gen to come with me to meet the patriarch. ”

The place where the martial arts training ground is wide and flat, the ground is specially compacted, it is Chen Gan's request to come here, the Yang Wei vein is in their clan land, and the patriarch of the Prophet Society must do it, otherwise Chen Gen would have drawn a formation and started to seal it.

Therefore, when Chen Geng went to the high platform on the edge of the martial arts training ground with Ying Yan, Liu Xiaoyi took two more steps into the courtyard and looked closer at these clansmen who practiced martial arts.

Most of them are around seventeen or eighteen years old, slightly older than themselves, not only using totem poles, but also many wielding swords, but in Liu Xiaoyi's eyes, they have no practical skills but no practical skills.

These teenagers also saw the visitors early, and there were very few guests in their clan, most of them were merchants, and they stayed in the outer inns for a short period of time while walking, and dressed up to these chivalrous guests, which immediately aroused the interest of the teenagers.

"May I ask where you are the guests? are you here to participate in the totem conference?" the teenagers asked quietly in a low voice, their eyes glancing towards the high platform, for fear that the masters would find out about their small movements.

Lu Haoran replied with a loud voice: "Little brother, is the totem conference fun? If it's fun, let's go and see it!"

This voice almost shouted that everyone's souls were scattered, and immediately a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes picked up the totem pole, walked up to him and said: "We haven't been guests for a long time, since you are chivalrous, then you will definitely be martial arts, can you show us your hands and have a long experience?"

Even though they were young and vigorous, seeing that Lu Haoran and Liu Xiaoyi were younger than the other, and they were white and handsome, that competitive spirit was immediately ignited, and dozens of teenagers from the Falcon tribe gathered around, clamoring to compete.

Lu Haoran slapped the scabbard on his waist, and the immortal sword turned into blue light and flew up, and he was about to make a move, but Liu Xiaoyi hurriedly grabbed him: "Brother, let's come, you are afraid of hurting these boys." ”

This big fool didn't do it lightly or heavily, in case he made a good one, it would be difficult to explain to the falcon tribe, Liu Xiaoyi didn't take the Luhuang sword, and pulled out an unedged iron sword on the side.

"Which of you came first?" Liu Xiaoyi asked with a smile, he was also curious about what kind of swordsmanship these tribesmen practiced, and what was the difference between them and Kyushu.

To this day, he only knows a complete set of Tianshuang sword techniques, which is somewhat insufficient, and if he can learn some new sword moves here, it will be worth the trip.

Hearing Liu Xiaoyi say this, the teenagers of these tribes became a little unhappy: "You are younger than us, and your cultivation is mediocre, how dare you say wild words, I will meet you!

Ying Guan drew his sword and jumped in front of Liu Xiaoyi, swung his sword and slashed, among these people, his martial arts were considered to be at the upper level, and he only attacked but did not defend with more than a dozen moves in a row, forcing Liu Xiaoyi to retreat step by step.

"The swordsman from the Southern Wilderness is nothing more than that! In this way, I can also break into the rivers and lakes and become a swordsman!" Ying Guan thought in his heart, inevitably a little distracted, a sword stabbed in the air, and Liu Xiaoyi gently slapped his left shoulder with a palm, and he flew out upside down.

He was one level higher than Liu Xiaoyi's cultivation, and he was actually slapped away with a palm, and he was not convinced, his waist bounced up from the ground with force, and the tip of the sword gathered a terrifying sword qi, and slashed towards Liu Xiaoyi again.

Liu Xiaoyi smiled, the iron sword in his hand churned out a sword flower, and a round of Xuanyue rose, blocking the sword qi attacking from the opposite side, and then looked at Ying Guan's face was flushed, and he was already out of breath.

Seeing that he didn't make a move, Liu Xiaoyi put his iron sword horizontally in front of him and asked, "Do you want you to rest or use some external force?"

Ying Guan didn't answer, and pinched the trick with one hand to call out the totem pole, and the patterns on it were lit up, but it was not as complicated as Ying Yuan.

Liu Xiaoyi could see it clearly this time, and looked at the changes that happened to Ying Guan with full attention, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if he could do this kind of exercise, he would be able to surprise himself in the face of strong enemies in the future.

"You let this happen! I'm going to cry and cry when I'm going to rest!" After Ying Guan moved his muscles and bones, he held the long sword hard, and he actually stretched the afterimage of the debut path on the flat ground, and when Liu Xiaoyi's iron sword waved, Ying Guan's sword blade was already close to his body.

The speed is not a grade, Liu Xiaoyi calculated in his heart that the speed increased by the falcon totem was a little faster than his own reaction.

But the understanding of the sword, the two have a world of difference, every time Liu Xiaoyi swings the sword, he can judge the direction of the observation in advance to see the move, and it is twenty rounds in a flash, the feet of the audience are unstable, Liu Xiaoyi leaned on his shoulder, and lay on the ground again, and the long sword flew out a few feet away.

Liu Xiaoyi stepped forward and stretched out his hand, dragged Ying Guan up from the ground, looked at his discouraged expression, and comforted: "You are very good, I have never seen these sword moves." ”